An Ocean Away
Chapter 3
From Unknown number:
Hi, this is Sam's friend, Harry. How are you? I'm going to be in Miami for the week I just landed two days ago. I was wondering if you would like to meet up.
Weeks after that dreaded FaceTime with Samantha, he actually messaged me. I was talking to Harry Styles and he wanted to hang out with ME! Why though? He could be with anyone else. Why would he want to hang out with a high school senior?
To Harry:
Yeah sure. I'd love to. When did you have in mind?
I couldn't believe this was actually happening. It just seemed so crazy! Maybe we will become really close friends! Okay. I have to cancel my plans with Alice for the weekend but I can't tell her why I'm blowing her off. She'll hate me if she knew I was canceling to meet up with him. I don't even think she believes me at this point but whatever.
From Harry:
Are you still at school? If you are I can swing by and pick you up. Sound good?
There was nothing more I wanted than for Harry to pick me up in the school lot but I had taken my car and I can't just leave it.
To Harry:
I have to take my parking partner back to his house but I can meet you or pick you up from your hotel since I'm just leaving school now.
And that was it. After I dropped Lucas off at his house, around the corner from my place, I drove to the Ritz Carlton in Key Biscayne.
It was a good thing I dated the boy whose family built the hotel because if not I would have never made it past the guard gate to pick him up. They wouldn't believe a word anyone said unless you had room booked. When I pulled up to the front I was in shock by how many teenage girls and ten year olds were standing in the lobby waiting for Harry to come out. I waited patiently for him to arrive and when he approached my car, every girl had a bitch fit. It was as if I had stolen their property and murdered their families. Who the hell do these girls think they are. I'm a big fan but if he was picked up by some girl in a Mercedez I wouldn't question it or get mad I would leave him be.
He looked pretty good. The plaid shirt and black jeans really looked good on him.
"So where to Mr. Styles?"
"Well, I was thinking we go to South Beach and then you can take me on a tour of Coral Gables."
He seemed to know Miami well for it being one of his first times here. He started telling me all about how these girls just book rooms in the hotel just to try to see him and some even walk on the beach and enter through the back. That isn't such a bad idea. It's kinda smart. I couldn't even imagine having to deal with all of that. It just seemed way to stressful for me.
We hadn't even been walking for more than 5 minutes and a countless amount of girls rushed up to him asking for a picture and just glared at me. I didn't mind. It comes with the job I guess. I could tell he was starting to get annoyed.
"Hey, so I know a better place to go than South Beach since this place is crawling with twelve year old vultures. Coral Gables is pretty chill. The University of Miami is a really low key school to just hang out around. Wanna go?"
He nodded and we headed back to the car and on we went. While I was driving I noticed he was scanning my iTunes music which unfortunately had every one of his albums. When I turned my head towards him at a red light he laughed quietly and just smirked.
"So i'm guessing you're not a huge fan of ours"
"No, I'm sorry. Too sappy. Oh and you guys are way too preppy for my taste" He nudged me and I continued to drive. HE finally picked a song.
"Liar Liar (Burn In Hell)" by The Used. Interesting choice. I wouldn't have picked that song to play in the car with someone I had just met.
"So this is the University of Miami. Both my parents went to school here. It's how they met which is kinda cute."
"Since you're a senior, do you think you're coming here?"
"nope. Not at all. I can't wait to get out of Miami. I applied to almost 17 schools and I only applied to the Florida schools because my parents made me. I applied to one in England actually."
"IF you get in you should go. England is fun. Well I am mean I'm there so it has to be fun."
Could he get any cuter? The way his curls bounced in the wind and his dimples. His dimples were just so hot. He was the definition of a sex god. There was no doubt about that.
It was nice not being followed by girls everywhere. Most of the people on campus were too focused on class or trying to get where they needed to be that no one really noticed who he was except for two girls.
After we ended our tour of the University, I showed him more around Coral Gables. My high school, where I went to grade school, up until third grade, and then I drove him back to his hotel.
"Hey, instead of going back home, why don't you just stay here for a bit. We could go to the pool or the beach and have dinner or something. I mean it is a Friday night. Or do you have better plans?"
Hi, this is Sam's friend, Harry. How are you? I'm going to be in Miami for the week I just landed two days ago. I was wondering if you would like to meet up.
Weeks after that dreaded FaceTime with Samantha, he actually messaged me. I was talking to Harry Styles and he wanted to hang out with ME! Why though? He could be with anyone else. Why would he want to hang out with a high school senior?
To Harry:
Yeah sure. I'd love to. When did you have in mind?
I couldn't believe this was actually happening. It just seemed so crazy! Maybe we will become really close friends! Okay. I have to cancel my plans with Alice for the weekend but I can't tell her why I'm blowing her off. She'll hate me if she knew I was canceling to meet up with him. I don't even think she believes me at this point but whatever.
From Harry:
Are you still at school? If you are I can swing by and pick you up. Sound good?
There was nothing more I wanted than for Harry to pick me up in the school lot but I had taken my car and I can't just leave it.
To Harry:
I have to take my parking partner back to his house but I can meet you or pick you up from your hotel since I'm just leaving school now.
And that was it. After I dropped Lucas off at his house, around the corner from my place, I drove to the Ritz Carlton in Key Biscayne.
It was a good thing I dated the boy whose family built the hotel because if not I would have never made it past the guard gate to pick him up. They wouldn't believe a word anyone said unless you had room booked. When I pulled up to the front I was in shock by how many teenage girls and ten year olds were standing in the lobby waiting for Harry to come out. I waited patiently for him to arrive and when he approached my car, every girl had a bitch fit. It was as if I had stolen their property and murdered their families. Who the hell do these girls think they are. I'm a big fan but if he was picked up by some girl in a Mercedez I wouldn't question it or get mad I would leave him be.
He looked pretty good. The plaid shirt and black jeans really looked good on him.
"So where to Mr. Styles?"
"Well, I was thinking we go to South Beach and then you can take me on a tour of Coral Gables."
He seemed to know Miami well for it being one of his first times here. He started telling me all about how these girls just book rooms in the hotel just to try to see him and some even walk on the beach and enter through the back. That isn't such a bad idea. It's kinda smart. I couldn't even imagine having to deal with all of that. It just seemed way to stressful for me.
We hadn't even been walking for more than 5 minutes and a countless amount of girls rushed up to him asking for a picture and just glared at me. I didn't mind. It comes with the job I guess. I could tell he was starting to get annoyed.
"Hey, so I know a better place to go than South Beach since this place is crawling with twelve year old vultures. Coral Gables is pretty chill. The University of Miami is a really low key school to just hang out around. Wanna go?"
He nodded and we headed back to the car and on we went. While I was driving I noticed he was scanning my iTunes music which unfortunately had every one of his albums. When I turned my head towards him at a red light he laughed quietly and just smirked.
"So i'm guessing you're not a huge fan of ours"
"No, I'm sorry. Too sappy. Oh and you guys are way too preppy for my taste" He nudged me and I continued to drive. HE finally picked a song.
"Liar Liar (Burn In Hell)" by The Used. Interesting choice. I wouldn't have picked that song to play in the car with someone I had just met.
"So this is the University of Miami. Both my parents went to school here. It's how they met which is kinda cute."
"Since you're a senior, do you think you're coming here?"
"nope. Not at all. I can't wait to get out of Miami. I applied to almost 17 schools and I only applied to the Florida schools because my parents made me. I applied to one in England actually."
"IF you get in you should go. England is fun. Well I am mean I'm there so it has to be fun."
Could he get any cuter? The way his curls bounced in the wind and his dimples. His dimples were just so hot. He was the definition of a sex god. There was no doubt about that.
It was nice not being followed by girls everywhere. Most of the people on campus were too focused on class or trying to get where they needed to be that no one really noticed who he was except for two girls.
After we ended our tour of the University, I showed him more around Coral Gables. My high school, where I went to grade school, up until third grade, and then I drove him back to his hotel.
"Hey, instead of going back home, why don't you just stay here for a bit. We could go to the pool or the beach and have dinner or something. I mean it is a Friday night. Or do you have better plans?"
this is really good! Continue pleaseeee
10/8/14