'Nothing happens by Chance...'
Chapter 1. ~ Vas happenin'? ~ Josca’s POV

“What do you think of this one…in pink?” My mum asked. She showed me a pink shirt with a diagonal neck.
“Mum? Pink! Please, I’m never going to wear such a thing!”
“Ah please, put it on, sweetie. I’m sure this one fits you perfectly! For me?” I sighed and took the shirt from her. “Because you’re insisting.”
I suddenly got frightened of a scream and I turned my head around, to the place where the sound came from. I saw how a girl was yelling hysterical, while running along the clothing racks, with her arms up in the air. My mother looked at me and I raised one eyebrow at her.
“Allright...” My mum was derived already and had a new T-shirt in her hands.
“What about this one?” My eyes widened. “A Paramore T-shirt! Awesome, what’s that one doing over here?” I took it from her a little bit greedy and we decided to go to the changing rooms. I had like six pieces of clothing in my hands by now, so I actually had to put three of them away. You wasn’t allowed to take more than three clothes with you to the changing rooms. Ah, who cares? No one ever follows those rules anyway, I thought, so I stepped into a fitting room and hang up the shirts and trousers we just took.
“Josca?” My mum said, who was still standing outside the fitting room.
“Yes?” I sighed and pushed the curtain a little bit aside.
“Do you mind if I watch around? I just saw a department with really nice shoes!” I shrugged my shoulders.
“That’s okay.”
“Just search for me if you need me”, she said and she disappeared.
I closed the curtains again and put my shoes off. I put my mobile phone and keys already in my shoes, so I wouldn’t loose them if I tried on those trousers.
I stared at that horrible pink shirt and groaned.
“Well, I promised her...” I mumbled and I threw my own shirt in the corner of the fitting room.. I just put on the pink shirt, when suddenly a scream sounded again, but this time there were more people. Very surprised I glanced through a split next to the curtain, but a fat guy made it impossible to see something. I shook my head and turned around again. Nothing special, I bet. Probably just a few girls who had a fight about a pair of shoes? Suddenly my eye catched the mirror in the fitting room. My jaw dropped.
“No way”, I whispered. How could anyone think this shirt would fit me?
“AAH!” A scream sounded near my changing room and suddenly someone fell through the curtains into my fitting room. A bit frightened I jumped back. Just when I wanted to tell this person it was very rude to go into someone’s fitting room, he looked up. I swear my heart almost jumped out of my chest.
His face, those beautiful green eyes which were watching me, belonged to Harry Styles. The real Harry Styles from One Direction. He really was, no doubt. That immediately declared the screaming girls.
But I didn’t think of all those things at that moment, I just stood there and I didn’t say a word. I just stared at Harry. Suddenly I couldn’t take it much longer:
“Oh my god, you are-...” I yelled, but Harry stood up hastily and calmed me.
“Ssht, they mustn’t know I’m here”, he said panicky.
“Sorry”, I answered him, a bit embarrassed. Why did I always have to screw up the first impression, again? I looked down, but that wasn’t really a good idea: the most horrible shirt ever still adorned my upper over there, namely. I bit my lip and put my arms for my tummy.
“I’m so sorry!” Harry begged, who obviously didn’t care about my shirt at all. “Please don’t tell them I’m here!”
“Them?” I asked him, a bit confused.
“My fans.” He desperately covered his face with his hands. “It’s a madhouse out there, horrible! I had to escape somehow...” I heard the screaming girls approaching.
“Where is he?!” A girl with a shrill voice yelled. On an impulse I took Harry’s arm and pushed him to the back of the fitting room softly.
“Stay there”, I whispered and Harry looked at me very thankfully.
What I already expected, also happened: Harry’s fans really did everything to get to him.The curtain of the fitting room moved, but I already took it and stuck my head through. A girl with black hair and dark eyes stood in front of me, she just tried to push the curtains aside.
“Where is he?!” She snarled, she looked a little bit like an angry dragon.
“Who?” I grinned.
“Harry!” The girl shrieked bloodthirsty.
“Who the fuck is Harry?!” I just acted like I didn’t know anything about this and smiled so-called nice to her.
“Oh my god. Harry Styles! We saw him go to the fitting rooms. Is he over here?” Only now I saw the large amount of fans standing behind her. In my opinion she tried to be nice, but it actually looked desperate, not nice at all.
“No he isn’t”, I spoke to the group, “and will you please leave now, I’m trying to change clothes. Bye.”
I closed the curtains skillfull, leaving the girl very surprised. I turned around to Harry, who was hiding between the clothes.
“Thank you so much”, he sighed softly. “I thought I was going to die out there. How can I ever resign you?” I just smiled at him and waved my hand.
“We’re not there yet. We have to find a way to get you out of this building, too...” I said modestly. Harry stared at me for a moment.
“Seriously?” I looked at him, not comprending what he meant.
“Uh, yes?” Harry shook his head and took my arm.
“No, really, were you serious when you said you’re going to help me out of this place?” I laughed:
“Well, I didn’t say that, but yes, I’ll help to get you out of this place.”
All of a sudden Harry put his arms around me and hugged me tightly. I was bewildered.
“Thank you so much.” I chuckled a bit because of that.
“Stop saying thank you, it makes me feel shy.” Harry let me go and grinned back at me.
“Thank you”, he said cutely.
I almost had a heart-attack when the curtains moved for the third time. I sighed of relief when I saw it was just my mum.
“What do you think of... Who is that!” She screamed. Oops, how could I explain that?
“Come in, mum, before anybody sees Harry!”
“Harry? Who’s Harry?” She said a little bit too loud.
“Mum, ssht!” I sizzled and I looked apologetically at Harry. I closed my eyes and afterwards I started to explain my mum what happened.
“So now we have to find a way to get him to the exit”, I said.
“I think I know something...” My mum said pensively. “I know something we can do, but it’s probably a bit embarrassing...”
“Doesn’t matter”, Harry said hastily. “Anything will do.” My mum looked at me for a while and then at Harry. She sighed and took a deep breath:
“Okay, this is how we’ll do it.”

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