JUST GOT LUCKY novel Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

SUDDENLY

LINDY'S POV

He was also looking back at me. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't find the words because I was still shocked. I was quiet and he was just staring back at me We just stared at each other for a while as I was letting it sink in that the guy I have been talking with was Harry Styles all along.

I didn't know it was him. I didn't expect it was him. I mean of all people in the world, I swapped my iPhone with the world famous Harry Styles. I was texting and calling Harry Styles the whole week. It's him. I can't believe it. I'm still in the state of shock though I'm not a fan. It still made me not believe that this is not happening.

Harry Styles standing in front of me, holding his phone and talking to me.

"Lindy." He calls out my name and it was the same voice that I heard for the past couple of days.

How could I not notice that it was him? I mean the voice, the signs that leads to him and everything these past few days, even on Twitter.

"This is not happening." I mumbled.

"It is. I am Harold." He said.

Suddenly I heard voices of a crowd and girls yelling and I knew I had to go. I didn’t want to be the center of attention because of all this. I see the paps and One Direction's fans coming this way. "I have to hang up."

"No. Please." he prevents me. “I know you might be mad but please listen to me.”

I started walking away before the crowd arrives still in shock to know that I have been calling Harry Styles flirty and a pervert and God knows what else I called him. Ugh. I should have known. As I passed by along the sidewalk near the glasses of Starbucks, Harry walked with me as I take every step. My eyes kept staring at him because I was still not believing any of this.

"What are you doing Harold?" I asked.

I see the paps and their fans standing outside the entrance of Starbucks waiting for them to come out. "Will you not walk with me?" I asked because he was just silently staring at me. I didn’t want these people to be suspicious of me.

Finally, I left and I didn't see him anymore. I exhaled.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked.

"We'll talk later Harold.. or Harry. Whatever you like to be called." I tell him.

I hang up and I just don't know what to tell him right now because I didn’t know how to treat a celebrity. I still couldn't believe it that this was happening. I took a sip from my frappe as I get into the bus. I sat there thinking about everything that happened to us this week.

This is insane.

I actually don't know how and what to feel right now recalling all those times I embarrassingly told him that Harry Styles was not that good in singing and all those horrible things I told him. I was starting to fall for a guy who was loved and adored by millions and millions of other women who knows him better than I do. He will never notice me. He will only see me as one of his friends. He will only see me as the girl who he swapped phones with.

I sigh feeling disappointed when I think things like this because I know I don’t have a chance with this guy. He’s a celebrity with tons of adoring fans and if I only knew that it was him, I would have prevented myself earlier before getting myself involved in a much bigger mess.

My phone started beeping and it was Harry.

Please, if you're mad. Let's talk. Listen to me. -Harold

I don't even know what to say to you. -Lindy

I know you're shocked. I'm sorry I didn't tell you who I really was. Please let me explain. -Harold

I don't know why I'm feeling like this. I don't know what's wrong with me. Should I be happy about it that he was Harry Styles? I don't know why I'm sad. Maybe because it's the fact that he's a famous celebrity makes me feel so uncomfortable and hopeless about it.

Yes, hopeless.

When I got home it was almost seven in the evening and I was drained. I was still puzzled and torn between my own thoughts. I walked to the kitchen and just sat there on a chair. "Dear.”Mom started appearing as she walks to me, “Your dad and I will go out for dinner. Do you wanna go with us? It's Sunday.”

I smiled at her and answered, "No mom. I'll just stay home."

"Are you okay?" she asked, looking worried.

I nodded. “I have to study.” I lied pathetically.

"Well then I'll leave some money for your dinner because we'll be out late. I love you." She tells me while kissing my hair.

"Have fun mom."

She left the kitchen while fixing her trench coat as I hear them leaving the front door. I sat there thinking and still trying to sink everything in that just happened today. I have to talk to him eventually and confront him of things. Suddenly, my phone beeped again.

I'm coming home late. Don't tell mom and dad. -Avery

I placed my phone down on the table and thought to myself that everyone's going out and having fun. “What the hell is wrong with you Lindy?” I scolded myself. “You have to talk to Harry.”

I'm sure he has a good reason why he didn't tell me he was Harry Styles. Ugh, I hate feeling all heavyhearted. Why am I feeling like the entire world is on my shoulders when it shouldn’t? “You should consider yourself lucky for having his other number which was for private use. You're the thirteenth special person on his contact list.” I cheered myself up.

My phone beeped again on top of the table as I stared at it.

Let's meet somewhere. Please, I'm dying to hear you speak to me. -Harold

I can't let you go out with me in public. -Lindy

Then let me come over your house. Where do you live? -Harold

I sat here contemplating if I should give him my home address but gut was telling me that I should because we needed to discuss things in person. What if the fans and the paparazzi will see him driving here? I don't know what to do if that would happen but I think he has something smart on his sleeve to deceive the paps in catching him but then I texted him back anyways.

120-45A Valleybrook Drive. Don't get caught. PLEASE. -Lindy

I won't. I'm OMW. -Harold

I placed my phone down and exhaled. Harry Styles is coming over my house.

Harry freaking Styles is coming over my house. I stand on my feet and felt my heart beating a little horribly fast. Shit, why am I suddenly feeling so tensed? Relax Lindy, you don’t have to be tensed, it’s just Harry.

It’s just Harry.

I walked up to my room and changed to my favorite shorts and plain white shirt. I got my slippers and sprayed perfume on me. I wanted to at least look good and smell good when he gets here. I picked up Button and allowed her to join me in the living room while waiting for Harry.

I walked down the stairs and I was starting to feel like I could pee any minute while waiting for him to arrive in my house. I glanced at my watch, it was already 7:15PM. I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV but I was still getting freakishly uneasy. About thirty minutes, there was finally a ring on the doorbell.

He's here.

I stood from the couch and fixed myself and my hair. I walked towards the front door and exhaled before reaching to the knob. I grabbed for it and twisted the knob, slowly opening the door.

A tall guy wearing a pink beanie with a surgical mask on, a black trench coat over his gray sweatshirt paired with his skin tight jeans and a pair of dark brown boots. His eyes like a pool of emerald were staring back at me. He pulled down his surgical mask and flashed me his smile. Damn. I looked around and was surprised that there was no paps who followed him.

"Aren't you going to let me in?" he asked and I fell in love with his British accent the way I have fallen for his cursed dimpled smile.

Oh right, shit. I was mesmerized by his looks. Now I know why women are so crazy about him, he is indeed so handsome up close like this. His smile, so angelic yet so mischievous.

"Come in." I said shyly.

He walked inside the foyer and as I closed the door behind him, I can hear my own heart beating fast in my chest. I walked pass Harry while he follows me on our way to the living room. I turned to him and he halted as I stared at his eyes.

"Sorry I didn't get to buy foods. I was in a hurry of deceiving the paps away." he stells me with his raspy voice.

He took off his mask and placed it inside his pocket. He looked calm and not really shimmering unlike how I imagined him to be. I mean, he’s a famous celebrity and I didn’t know how to deal with A-List celebs who is standing right inside my freaking house at this kind of hour. I just stand here staring at him in silence and admiring his handsome face. I have utterly gone speechless.

God, why is he so beautiful?

"It's fine." I finally blurted out.