She's Not Afraid

Don't Go Breaking My Heart

            She did? My phone has been on silent all day so that’s probably why she called Paul. “Oh.” Is all I say, I desperately needed to talk to Harry. “I’ll call her back later. I need to talk to Harry. Like right now.” I say, looking over his shoulder in hopes of seeing him. Of course, I only see an endless line of fans waiting for their picture with the boys.

            “I’m sorry about him.” Paul says out of nowhere. I give him a strange look, making it obvious I don’t comprehend what he’s saying. “Harry’s a handful.”

            “You’ve got that right.” I say, rolling my eyes.

            “Watch out, tough, He’s broken plenty of hearts. I didn’t want him touching you.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest.

            “You don’t intimidate me.” I sass, putting one hand on my hip. Paul laughs. “Besides, we’re already ‘dating.’” I say but put air quotes around the last word.

            “Well, that’s set up. That’s different. I don’t want him breaking your heart.” He says.

            “I can handle him.” I say with all the seriousness I can muster up. “Can I go in?” I ask, pointing to the open door way.

            “Sure.” He says stepping aside, allowing my entrance. “Maybe you should wait in line, so you know, nothing looks suspicious.” I nod, standing behind a girl at the end of the line with faded blue hair and ripped jeans.

            I pull my phone out, dialing my mum’s number. It rings twice…three times…and goes to voice mail. Whatever, she probably fell asleep. Stupid time zones.

            I instantly go on twitter because I have nothing better to do with my time. Literally.

@DrewAllisonMcCarthy: standing in line literally couldn’t be more boring.

            Immediately, I get a bunch of replies. To be honest, I even think the blue-haired chick in front of me was replying.

            I scroll though a bunch of tweets, guffawing at some of them. People think I actually care about hate? Good one. I see an icon that looks like her a bit and click on the profile. It says her name is Bella. I’ve always liked that named. I follow her and continue scrolling.

            Nearly thirty seconds later, The ripped jeans, blue haired Bella in front of me is almost on the verge of tears. “Are you alright?” I ask her, putting my hand on her shoulder in a comforting way.

            “Ohmygod.” She whispered more to herself than to me. She looked at me in shock. “You’re…her.” He manages to get out.

            “Calm down, it’s not like I’m Ed Sheeran like someone talented.” I joke. Only in my dreams could I be someone as great as Ed.

            “Are you kidding me? That Vine Harry made of you is literally perfection oh my god I just…Can I have a picture with you?” She asks, occasionally stumbling on her words.

            “Vine? What?” I ask her, clearly confused. What vine?

            “The one he took of you singing Someone Like You by Adele. You sounded amazing.” Bella says smiling.

            “That little…” I whisper through gritted teeth. How dare he make a vine of me singing.

            “Can I get a picture with you?” She asks.