Its Gotta Be You

Ally's P.O.V

Should I do it? Should I call him? What if he was just joking around and really thinks I’m ugly and is going to pull a trick on me. Like what if I call him and he tells me he’s going to pick me up but then pulls a ‘Never Kissed’ moment where he rides by with a different girl. Too many possibilities flood through my head and they don’t specifically stop. I just met this guy yesterday, I don’t know anything about him, and he’s gorgeous. He can be a serial killer for all I know...usually the beautiful ones always are. God I need to stop hyping myself out about this, he probably just thinks I’ll make a good friend and wants to get to know me more, nothing too big here Als. I pace nervously around my room and stare at the phone that is laying on my bed. It has been sitting there for a good fifteen minutes now and I just can’t find the courage to pick it up. Rachel had tried to give me a pep talk about calling him before but kind of failed since she kept saying, “Why you?” completely ruining my confidence in even calling him at all. God Ally, it's not that hard. He's just a guy...a very beautiful guy. A guy that makes me be like this without even knowing anything about him...

I stop pacing and go to the phone and pick it up while looking through the contacts for the number that I need at the moment. The phone rings and rings and my fingers start to itch in anticipation as I wait for the voice to answer. I'm about to just hang up and pace some more when it answers with a crude, “God Ally, what can be so fucking important that you had to call me during work?” I sigh at the familiarity of Zooey's voice and the hostility in it. This is exactly what I need right now some tough loving from her, something she never ran out of. “Hey Zo, sorry...I kind of forgot that you were in work...is it cool to talk real quick?” I ask hopefully while biting my lip. Something I only do when I am extremely nervous or embarrassed, both of which describe me right now. I hear her sigh on the other end as if contemplating staying on the phone and then a door shutting then her saying, “Yeah, go ahead bitch.”

I chuckle at her term of endearment and then start, “Okay, so do you remember that total hunk at the hotel yesterday?” I waited for her to put in any responsive sound but all I got was, “No, now explain.”

I sighed deeper and started again, “So when I was lost to put it simply, this really hot guy found me and stuff. His name is Jem and he helped me find Harry and Niall and everything. Anyway, I was in the grocery store with Rachel when I ran into him...literally. But I ran into him and then he started talking to me and then said for me to call him. He put his number in my phone and literally told me to call him, what do I do?” I hadn't realized that that whole time I had not taken a single breath and by the time I was done I was breathing heavily for air. Zooey must have been musing over the situation and what to do because I could hear her finger tapping against her mouth, a sign that she was thinking. Silence filled the other side and me starting to get annoyed I breathed, “Well?”

“Well, what I think is that he likes you, All,” She put it simply. Not giving me enough time to explain that he probably doesn't she continued, “And before you says he doesn't...he gave you his number and told you to call him to hang out. Now when did you two like plan this out? Like what time about?” She waited for an answer while I calculated what time I went shopping. “Erm, I believe it was around 2ish possibly...I'm not totally sure,” I mumbled while trying to define the time we saw each other. I heard Zooey just let out a long hm on the other end then a big breath, “Well Al, call him. What is the worst that can happen really? He's good looking as you said and he's probably older than you since he had his own room and everything at the hotel. Which is a plus if you finally want to lose that v-card of yours...he's probably awesome under the sheets babe.” I could not believe she just suggested that I should lose my virginity to a total stranger. A red blush creeped up on me and she couldn't even see the creation that she had made on me. “Zooey, One, I am not fucking him. I literally just met him the other day and...”

“Didn't stop me with Zayn,” She put simply.

“Well, I am not you. I enjoy having my virginity and two, he could be a serial killer...most of them are really fucking gorgeous you know? Like what if he is and he's just getting ready to hack me into a million little pieces to dump on the bottom of the lake? Then you'll be a bad friend because you told me to call him and in your words, 'Lose my v-card' to him,” I was really starting to get annoyed at her. She always had to bring the conversation at some point to me and my sexuality. I mean just because I don't go out every weekend partying and fucking every guy in sight doesn't mean that I am particularly a nun. I have fun...just not to her extremes. Once again, at times like these I really just don't understand how us being best friends work. She's so eccentric and outgoing and sexual while I stand there in the corner and pretend like I don't exist. I should really change that before I move to England or I'll never have my father and I's dreams accomplished.

“Alright, alright no need to get snippy. Anyway Ms. I'm going to be a virgin forever, just call this guy. Nothing too bad can happen you sexy minx, you,” There was a pause and then some shouting and Zooey covered the phone while she shouted back. “God Al, I would love to continue this conversation on your lack of a sex life and this apparent sex god but the fucking fatso told me I have to get back to work, I don't even know what I have to do. No one ever comes here, but that's part of the joys of working here babe, anyway call him, then after all of this call me. I want to know all the details and everything. I mean everything babe, anyway gotta go have fun Ally!” And with that I was left alone in my room in the shock that she left with me. The phone lay in my hand and it was only three thirtyish...I could call him. At times like these I wish I was like Zooey a little more. With the confidence she upheld herself with and everything...but nope, I am measly Allison Paige Ryder who has only ever kissed a boy. Notice that the key word in that was a boy, yeah only one boy has had the honor to ever touch these lips of mine.

Okay Allison, it's time to call him. It won't be that hard because like Zooey said what's the worst that can go wrong? I'm just over reacting like I always do with everything. He's just looking to become a friend with me and that's all. No need to worry...now where is that number...? There...

And as I pressed down on the screen to dial the number someone called and I accidentally immediately pressed answer. Not even knowing who it was I sighed and put the phone to my ear, “Zooey please tell me you escaped, I need a confidence boost one more time and don't fucking make fun of my virginess or I swear...”

“Love, I have no idea what you're talking about but I'm not Zooey obviously...and uhm I promise not to make fun of your...virginess...I uhm swear?” He awkwardly put out. Oh motherfucking god. Harry Styles called me and he heard my rant...that was meant for Zooey. That blush that finally minimizing from Zooey's attack bloomed in full spring and it was so hot that I had to sit down on the bed. Words can not even form in my mouth because I am that embarrassed. “Ally? Look Ally that was just me trying to joke around...ha..ha? Listen babe I need to seriously talk to you alright? So just say something to know that you haven't died from embarrassment, alright?” He rushed that all out and finally life snapped back into me.

“Oh, hey Harry what's up?” I dulled. I didn't want to sound too anxious because to be honest that dream of him kissing me was still freshly in my mind. The feeling of his soft and slightly pouty lips on mine and the way they moved along with mine in perfect synchronization. I was so caught up in thinking about that dream that I hadn't even realized that he had started to talk. “So then we were just sitting around the computer and found the reason!” He said like he was actually excited about that reason.

“Harry, I was spacing out...can you please start over again?” I asked tiredly.

I could hear an audible sigh of annoyance but he began from the beginning again. “Ally, Niall has been trying to get a hold of you all day because we actually like you. Like you're really cool and all that shit love. Anyway...yeah Niall got a little desperate because apparently he texted you about...twenty or thirty times. God, I am going to have to teach that Irish man how to talk to girls...well on technology anyway because in person he's fine. Anyway, getting back on track, Liam was milling around on the internet like he always does that sneaky little hermit...and he found this whole big article on a gossip website that we like to check from time to time. So we went and looked at it since it said something about us and then we saw the whole entire article. Now, I am not totally sure if this is the reason why you're not talking to us since I couldn't find your twitter...guessing you don't have one? That will change. Anyway we saw some of the hate you've been getting from just hanging out with us love and can I just personally say...anyone that hangs out with us and is indeed the female gender gets it. I love our fans, I really do but sometimes they just totally go over board on this claim on us they have in their minds. Like a really funny story...”

He went on with that funny story about something that I really didn't care about and instead I completely zoned out. I knew I was getting hate and partly that was a reason why I didn't talk to them today but there was another reason...I was moving soon and didn't want to tie up anymore friends that I won't talk to after. I didn't want to become super close best friends with them only to move and completely ruin it. I wasn't really a long distance kind of person...so I knew that it would fail. Then, as if it totally through my mind out of my inner thoughts Harry said, rather bashfully too, “Because Ally, you're fucking gorgeous and I don't care what any of our fans think. The rest of the boys think this too and don't want you to think any less of yourself because of our fans. I understand if you don't want to talk to us anymore honestly but just give us a warning instead of disappearing off the edge of the bloody fucking world, alright?” I could hear the cheeky smirk at the end of that. Harry was waiting for a response but I just simply couldn't form one, he had called me gorgeous. Sure, he used it as everyone else thinking it too but him, specifically had called me gorgeous. The one that I just had a dream about last night where he had kissed me in front of those thousands of fans that are calling me ugly and other nasty names.

I bite my lip before answer, “Okay, I promise.”

There's a bit of laughter coming from his side and then he quickly says, “Al, the boys just came back from an interview and I gotta go now but I promise that you won't disappear off the face of the earth. Which is also our lives, so that means you're hanging out with us tomorrow missy...it's our last day and everything so be prepared for extreme fun!” And with that he hung up leaving me there wondering what the exactly fuck happened.

LINEBREAK

Okay phone, now is the time to call him. I picked my phone with new found confidence from my talk with Harry. I still couldn't get over the fact that he had called me gorgeous since the word was such an odd term to my ears. Well, at least from a boy that isn't my step father. I clicked the contact and shakily pulled the phone to my ear listening to the dulled rings coming from the other end.

“Hello?” His voice called.

“Hey...uhm it's Ally...the girl from the supermarket and the hotel,” I tried to describe myself the best I could and cursed myself for the hotel part. It sounded kind of dirty...

“Ally, I remember you. You don't have to describe yourself babe. Anyway what's up ready to hang out?” I pictured him winking at the end of that like he usually did. God I can not believe I am actually doing this..this is usually Zooey doing these kinds of things.

“Erm yeah, so what shall we do? And when?” I asked innocently.

“Geez what time is it...okay it's like four right now...so about six, six thirty I'll come and pick you up, that okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, totally although you could just come now. I mean I'm all dressed and everything anywa...”

“Ally, where we're going it's going to take at least two hours to get ready for you. Anyway dress up and I mean dress up. Okay? I'll see you at six thirtyish...text me your address and everything in about an hour and a half, alright bye love,” He rushed off and that was that. I put the phone slowly on the bed and stared at the clock as it ticked on and on.

“Okay Ally, it's four....and he's coming here at six thirty...this won't be that bad..” I spoke aloud t myself and noticed at how nervous my voice was. Goddammit what have I gotten myself into?