Twist Of Fate

Celebratory Room

As we're exiting the arena, I realize just how much security the boys need and have. Policemen on motorbikes are standing in two parallel lines alongside the two cars that the boys are going to ride in. Each line must consist of ten to twelve policemen. In front of the boys' cars there are policemen in cars with tinted windows. The boys' cars are also tinted. Harry, Gregg and I will ride in a separate car, and Liam, Louis and Niall will ride in a separate car. When we reach the car that we're going to ride in with Harry, he opens the door for me. Trying to suppress my smile, I get in.
"Thank you." I say, as he's about to shut it. Harry smiles back at me, and shuts the door gently. Is he always a gentleman? Or is this a special show for me? Either way, I'm a nervous wreck. Gregg argues with Harry and sits shotgun, leaving Harry to sit beside me. I don't know why Gregg wants to sit shotgun, when we have so much space in the back.
"How was it?" Harry asks, as the driver starts the engine. I look at him blankly. "The concert." I am an idiot!
"I have no words for it," I say. "You guys are meant to be on that stage, singing and spreading happiness." Harry chuckles, nodding his head.
"Yeah, singing is the right profession for me." Harry agrees.
"Yeah, we know Harry." Gregg says from the front.
"Mus, can I ask you a question?" Harry says, after a few minutes.
"Sure," I say.
"Wasn't I better than the others?" A giggle escapes my lips before I can control it. The sound is so foreign to my ears; it's so girly. I don't giggle, I laugh, or snort.
"You all did amazingly well." Harry pouts, seeming hurt. "But yes, you outshone the rest." His face lights up in an ear splitting grin. Harry's hand reaches across the arm rest in between us, and rests on my thigh.
"You've made my day." My eyes travel from his face to his hand that's resting on my thigh, as if this is the most normal action for him. Harry seems to read my discomfort and he removes it hastily.
"I-I'm sorry," Harry stutters. What do I say? It's okay, doesn't seem fitting. I want to open the car door and jump out onto the street, and get run over by a damn car.
"So, Harry where next?" Gregg asks, saving me from a very awkward silence. After that, Gregg and Harry discuss random things regarding their professions and Hollywood, until we reached the hotel that Harry and the others are currently staying in. I feel so out of place in their company. Harry, Gregg and the others can relate to each other, but I can't. What do I know about producers and superstars? I don't fit in this crowd. Gosh, I wish I hadn't conceded and agreed to join them for dinner. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I feel a gust of hot air hit me in the face. I turn my head to find Harry standing beside me, holding the door open. He's staring at me, his expression indecipherable.
"M'lady," Harry says. I grab my purse from beside me, and get out. Once I'm standing in front of Harry, I make a small curtsy. He bites his lower lip, his face alight with a small smile.
"Thanks again," I say. Harry shuts the door and falls in stride beside me. "Are you always like this? A gentleman?"
"Of course! Mus, I don't think you're a good judge of character because if you were, you would take one glance at my face and know immediately that I'm a gentleman." Harry jokes, and I nod in agreement.
"Yes Harry, I've got to admit, I don't have a sixth sense to judge people," I admit. "That's why you can easily fool me into thinking that you are a gentleman." Harry stares at me open-mouthed, his hand on his chest.
"I am!" Harry exclaims, grinning playfully. "Trust me. Cross my heart and hope to die." I laugh so hard that almost everyone in the lobby turns to Harry and I, and stares. I don't usually blush out of embarrassment, instead I start to fiddle with my nails and suck on the inside of my cheek. We reach the elevator to find Gregg standing beside it, waiting for us.
"I was thinking of coming and getting you both," Gregg says.
"Sorry, just got lost in a conversation with Mus." Harry explains, and winks at me. My heart flutters and I start chewing over time on the inside of my cheek.
"You know, the easiest person to have a conversation with is, Mus." Gregg says, as we enter the elevator. "She has a way of associating with everyone really well."
"I can tell." I'm not looking at the two of them. Instead, I'm staring at the numbers on the screen, as they increase. However, I can tell that Harry's staring at me. The elevator stops on the fourteenth floor and I hastily step out of it. Harry leads Gregg and I toward his room.
"Where are the others staying, Harry?" Gregg asks.
"A floor above me. It wasn't our plan to come here, but it happened last minute. That's why our living arrangement is so haphazard." Harry explains, as he stops in front of a door, bearing the number 110. Harry takes out the key-card, and inserts it in the slot. The door opens with a click, and he enters, followed by Gregg and I. This is not a room, I want to say out loud. But I refrain myself from doing so. Right in front of the entrance is a small lounge with a flat screen television and leather couches. Beyond the living room there are glass doors that must lead out to the balcony. There's a small doorway and then there's a bedroom. However, I cannot see the whole interior of it. Beside the entrance there's a kitchenette. It's bigger than a normal sized hotel room, but it seems cozy.
"Make yourselves at home," Harry says. Gregg and I take a seat beside each other on a leather sofa. "Here's the menu," Harry hands me the room service menu. Instead of taking a look at it, I hand it over to Gregg. Harry shuffles around the room, setting the thermostat, taking off his jacket, checking something on his phone and then finally he settles down on the couch opposite us. I try not to stare, but I can't help myself. Harry looks so casual sitting on that couch, with his legs crossed. I would've never imagined myself sitting in front of Harry Styles, in a hotel room. This seems so surreal.
"Mus, is fish okay with you?" Gregg asks me, bringing my train of thoughts to a halt.
"Gregg, be nice and let the lady decide for herself." Harry says, grinning cheekily.
"Oh no, fish is fine with me," I say. "I'm not too picky about my food." Harry eyes me, but I can't tell what he's thinking. He's a difficult person to read. Quite contrary to what I told Harry, I am a great judge of one's character. However, it's different with Harry. He's unpredictable so far, and I can't read what's going on in his eyes, or mind. Gregg leans over the small table separating the two couches, and hands the menu to Harry. He takes it, and glances over the options.
"Fish for Mus, lasagna for you, and...fish for me." Harry says, picking up the cordless receiver. Gregg excuses himself as Harry's ordering, and leaves the room because someone important is calling him. Once Harry's done, he places the receiver, and menu on the table and diverts his gaze to me.
"Tell me something about yourself," Harry says. The question takes me by surprise, and I try to shift through the clutter of thoughts in my brain to find an interesting fact about myself. I can say anything, but I don't want to. I want to tell him something interesting, something that he won't hear from a normal acquaintance.
"I want to be an author!" I blurt out because I can't think of anything else and I don't want him to think I'm stupid, as I'm taking so long to answer one simple question.
"So, you're a literature student?" Harry seems genuinely interested. I shake my head.
"No, I'm studying to be a doctor." Now, he just looks confused.
"I know I didn't attend college, but I don't seem to be able to find the connection between the two."
"Because their isn't. My mom wants me to be a doctor because it's a stable profession. I want to become an author, even though there are risks in that profession. However, I don't have my mom's blessings if I do a course in literature, or take writing related courses." I sigh. This is one argument I've had with my mom several times. She wins each time.
"But it's your life." Harry says, matter-of-factly.
"I know, but she doesn't. It's a long story."
"We have time, let's hear it." Just as I'm about to open my mouth, Gregg bursts into the room, grinning.
"Harry, Mus, I have great news!" Gregg announces. "I just got signed onto another movie. No audition, nothing!" I get up and embrace Gregg.
"Congrats, Gregg!" I say, pulling back. Harry hugs him next, and congratulates him. Gregg's energy is palpable, he's jumping on the balls of his feet.
"Let's celebrate!" Gregg yells, throwing his fist into the air. "Harry, do you have some wine in the fridge?"
"Yeah, take your pick." Harry says, getting up to assist Gregg. Harry takes out three long stem glasses from a cupboard and Gregg chooses a wine bottle. A wine bottle that costs more than an iPhone. Tonight's going to be a long night.