I Could Never Lose You

I somehow had been convinced to drive my gay best friend; Harry, and his two annoying friends to Reading Festival this year. It was the one year that I really wanted to go, however I had to work the entire weekend; I was beyond gutted, but then on the other hand I was happy not go. I definitely would not be able to deal with, Riley and Penny for an entire weekend. They would’ve ended up dead and I in a prison cell. I could not tolerate their ‘I’m prettier and more successful than you, therefore I am better than you’ attitude.

“I am so excited!” Riley screeched.

“Reading Fest here we come baby!”

“I hope you all don’t enjoy yourselves.” I mutter to myself.

The entire journey had consist of their high pitched, screechy, annoying voices. The amount of opportunities I've had to crash the car; I should have just done it. I gripped the steering wheel more tightly that my hands were turning white from the pressure. I was desperately seeking for an opportunity to the car. Then on my left was a petrol station, so I sharply made a left turn which caused a loud thud as they all banged their heads against the windows.

“Oww! What was that for? And why are we stopping?!” Penny whined.

“Petrol.” I stated stubbornly. Harry just looked at me in confusion; he had caught on that I didn’t really need petrol as I had filled up the tank before we left.

“Are you sure? We did fill a full tank before we left.” Riley questioned me.

I quickly switched off the engine letting the petrol needle slowly decrease to empty, therefore nobody could point out the ¾ of a tank that I had left.

“Do not question me on what my car does or does not want. If my car wants petrol then I shall give my car petrol.” I snapped before stepping out of the car, slamming the door behind me.

I exhale a loud sigh of frustration then I continued to fill the £5 into the petrol tank. Then I hear Harry getting out of the car; I just stare at him in silence. I walk towards the shop to pay; Harry trailing behind me.

“Hey hoe what was that all about back there?” He asks as we’re standing in the queue.

“Nothing, they were annoying me.” I shrug it off.

-

After the long wait the queue gradually started moving. We eventually make it to the front to pay.

“Thank you.” I thanked whilst turning around; colliding into something, or someone.

“I am so sorry!” I apologize in a panic scrambling for my possessions on the floor.

“It’s okay partly my fault.” His voice was angelic.

I lift my head up to look at my latest klutz victim. He was beautiful! He had dark brown eyes that were slightly covered by his dark brown hair, which had bright pink streaks through it. He looks really
familiar.

“I believe this is yours.” His thick American accent said. I was lost in his deep brown eyes I didn’t even realise that he was handing my phone back to me.

“Oh right thank you.” I said in my shy British accent, masking his American one.

I take my phone from his tanned hand, our fingers touching. I feel a jolt of electricity escalate through my veins. I quickly jerk my hand back jumping to my feet in the process. I manage to peel my eyes away from the beauty in front of me to look at Harry. His jaw was dropped and he had big bug eyes expressing how shocked he was. Harry quickly regains himself then dragging me towards the exit of the shop.

“If you find out you have whiplash, don’t sue!” I called out; someone did actually try to sue me.

“Oh my god what took you two so long?!” Penny huffed as we got back to the car.

“Hayley uh accidently dropped her stuff.” Harry explained quietly; missing out the embarrassing part.

I remained completely silent for the rest of the journey; I couldn’t stop thinking about the pink haired guy.

-

“Have you got everything?” I ask Harry. I didn’t want a phone call when I got home saying he forgot something.

“Yes mum.” Riley mimicked as Penny sniggered

“Does it look like I’m talking to you?! No.” I snap at them. I turn back to Harry who seemed a bit shifty.

“Are you okay? You didn’t say much after the ‘incident’.”

“Yeah babe but um do you remember the guy you bumped into?”

“Of course how could I forget the embarrassment, but why?” I groan.

“You do know who that was, right?”

“Uh should I have?” It sounded more like a question than an answer. Suddenly his eyes grew about 10 times their normal size; this was a bit worrying.

“ALEX GASKARTH!” Harry screamed in my face. I jump back in fright of the sudden volume of his voice.

“Sorry I couldn’t control myself but yes it was Alex Gaskarth.” His voice returned back to its normal volume. He had a huge grin plastered on his face; Harry’s back.

“RIGHT LISTEN UP! RED SECTION ARE GOING IN!” A security guard yelled at the kids. Then there was a sudden scramble for the gates, along with Riley and Penny tugged on Harry.

“Wait! Alex from All Time Low?!” I shouted back trying to get an answer, but I was being shoved back.

“Yes! I love ya babycakes!” Was the last thing Harry yelled.

I manage to shove my way in the opposite direction to everyone else. I hop straight into my car my thoughts still clouded with what Harry said. He must have mistaken, so I brush the thoughts away coming up with a conclusion that Harry was just excited to see the band. The guy must have just looked like Alex Gaskarth.

-

I was abruptly awoken by my phone ringing. I roll over to look at the time 2:00am. It was most likely to be Harry calling because he’s drunk; so I answered with a thought.

“Hello?” I answer groggily.

“Who is this?!” That is definitely not Harry. It was a female, an angry female.

“You called me, who is this?” I think back to the past 24 hours at who I could have possibly angered; Riley and Penny didn’t count.

“How dare you! Where is he?!”

“Where is who?” This girl is not right.

“I know you’re one of his ‘little fan whores’. Now. Where. Is. HE?! She screamed.

“Look I don’t know who you’re trying to find you’ve got the wrong num- Did you just call me a whore?”

“Yeah I did. Sleeping with my boyfriend makes you a whore, honestly you thought you would have a chance with him? Think again you’re just a little fan girl.”
I pull the phone away from my ear in a state of shock. This girl clearly had problems.

“Listen lady I’ve tried to be polite but I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you’ve got the wrong number!” I finally yell hanging up.

I lay back into my pillow trying to understand what the heck just happened, but my phone continues to bleep.

[New message]

Dude just answer your phone! Lisa won’t stop calling me!

From: Jack Barakat

Jack Barakat? I didn’t know a Jack Barakat, but I took a guess that Lisa was the crazy girl that called; either that or I am in a very detailed/realistic dream.

[New message]

Please just make her stop! ANSWER YOUR PHONE!

From: Jack Barakat

Then suddenly it all hit me; this was not my phone! It was Alex Gaskarth’s mobile. I quickly sprung out of bed flicking the light switch on the process. What do I do? The phone continued to ring again. I yelped in fright throwing it onto my bed. Then the light bulb in my head lit up; call Harry he’ll know what to do. I quietly open my creaky door creeping downstairs to the home phone. I dial in Harry’s number and then wait.

“Helloooo my lover!” Harry answers.

“Hi Harry look-”

“I tried calling you earlier hoe- to make sure you got home okay. Why d-didn’t you answer biatch?” He slurs.

“Um yeah funny story about that-”

“Ooo do tell! I love funny stories!” He excitedly exclaims like a child at Christmas.

“I don’t have my phone.”

“Whaaaat? What do you mean you don’t- don’t have you’re phone? If I remember correctly- Alex Gaskarth handed it back to you? Woooow that sounds so weird- But it’s so cool!” He starts to drift off from the conversation topic.

“Harry darling I need you to stay with me here. Are you sitting down? –Good. Alex handed me his phone by accident.” I wince waiting for a response.

“So you have Alex Gaskarth’s phone?” He asked too calm for my liking, bit before I could reply Harry was screaming down the phone.

“Harry what do I do?!” The line suddenly went dead.

I place the house phone back sighing in frustration. In a nutshell I was screwed. I turn around to head back to bed, but I’m faced with my mother and father who were holding the phone wire.

I give them a big cheesy smile, “Uh he called me?” It came out more of a question.

“Bed, now.” My father firmly tells me. My mother gives him a weird look.

“She’s 18 years old I wouldn’t say bed.” She then turns to me, “Stop using the house phone you have your own mobile, now goodnight.” Then both of my parents headed back upstairs to back; something I probably should be doing.

I make my way back upstairs to my bedroom. I practically throw myself on my bed fanning my body out. For 5 minutes which felt like hours of thinking I make a rash decision; I pick up the phone and call a number.

“Hello?” An American accent answers.

“Hi, um is it possible to speak with Alex?” My British accent masking his American one.

“One minute.” I heard the voice calling out for Alex and explaining something about his phone.

“Hello?” Alex answers.

“Hi my name is Hayley and I do believe I have your phone, by mistake.” I explain. I wait for him to go crazy at me, but it doesn’t happen.

He chuckles down the line, “And I do believe Miss Hayley that I have your phone, by accident.” Alex mocks.

“Yeah um so I can return it to you now, if you like?” I offer since I have nothing better to do.

“Are you sure? I’m at Reading Festival at the moment.”

“I know I dropped my friend off there today. I live not too far from Reading.”

“Well if it’s no trouble I can meet you outside?” He suggests.

“Yeah that’s fine, should I call this number when I’m outside?”

“Yeah I’ll keep hold of Jack’s phone until then.”

“Okay, I’ll leave now, see you soon Alex.”

“See ya Hayley.”

We both hang up, I then get ready to make my second journey to Reading.

Notes

I know I keep starting stories and never actually following them through, but this one I have written quite a bit out.
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