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Sunday 10th June 2018
Years ago, I would never have imagined that Jennie and I would be sat playing board and drinking games with thee Harry Styles.
FanFictions - yeah; in real life - nope.
I've watched interviews on repeat; screamed, cried and laughed my way through countless performances; I've almost passed out meeting them several years back, even!
However, none of those things had prepared me for any of this.
This wasn't actually supposed to happen to a normal, average town girl like me, was it? Other than in FanFictions, of course; my dreams and fantasies too.
Harry Styles should not be sitting on my living room floor, having consumed too many drinks — like all of us — SHIRTLESS.
Him and Jennie had a thing following his drawing in an already-tense game of Pictionary.
"What the fuck is that Harry?!" Jennie had shrieked, patting her knees and laughing, almost rolling over, sat opposite us.
"Well that's the funny thing Jennifer... you've gotta kinda guess what I've drawn. That is the game." Harry's tone was bitter; the scowl on his face showed his seriousness; and the use of 'Jennifer'; it had me laughing and sounding like a dying whale.
"Don't look at me, bro, they're both nuts." Eric shrugged as Harry glanced helplessly between my best friend and I. "Equally, Harry, I have no fucking idea what you've tried to draw there mate," Eric added, sipping his beer.
"It's a microscope for fucks sake, a microscope!-" He pointed to the 'microscope'. "-see!? This is the guy, he's looking down the microscope at a bug on a leaf!?-" He rubbed his hand over his face in desperation. "- How can you not see it!?"
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