'Nothing happens by Chance...'
Chapter 2. ~ Sweet escape. ~ Harry's POV

“You’re sure, aren’t you?”
I nodded. Yes, I was totally sure: I really wanted to get out of this dizzying big shopping mall.

When I went into the shopping centre, I didn’t know I was going to be in such trouble already. Well, there are some fans often, in fact, but there had never been such large quantities before.
From the moment I got through the doors, the whining already started:
“OH MY GOD! Harry Styles!” A girl screamed loudly at me. “Is this real life?” She ran over to me and stared at me for a while.
“Can I take a picture with you?” She asked. I saw she was really nervous and I didn’t know it for sure, but it actually looked like she was going to cry. I still don’t understand that fact. Why would you cry, or even freak out, when I’m around? I’m still a normal person with feelings every single teenage boy got, you know.
Anyway, reluctantly I took a picture with her, and I also signed her bag. I didn't really feel like doing that, but I don’t want my fans to be disappointed when they meet me in real life.
Finally the girl went away, and I thought the fuss was over. However, it wasn’t.

“Is that Harry Styles, over there?” I heard a girl voice, whispering. I turned my head around and saw a huge group of girls.
“No!” I groaned silently.
“It IS him!” Shouted another girl. “Harry, Harry!” A girl with bright red hair waved at me. I waved back, and smiled at the group. But then I turned around again and began to walk, heading towards for a small department store. I heard the noise of footsteps behind me, but I tried to ignore them.
When I heard a girl screaming from the store, I knew I couldn’t escape anymore. I stopped walking and stood still hesitantly. I took a deep breath and turned around for the last time:
“Hi”, I sighed, pretending to be happy.
“Hi, Harry!” The girls said simultaniously.
“So... What do you want?” I said, while pulling my hand through my hair, which I always do when I’m twitchy.
“An autograph. maybe?” The girl with the bright red hair told me.
“I want to touch your curls!” Another girl shouted.
From that moment everything went very quickly: one girl tried to touch my hair and I jumped back because I didn’t expect her to, and the other girls noticed that as a starting signal or something. They all ran over to me at the same time, so I got really scared an began to run too. The only way I could go was into the department store, so that was exactly what I did.

It wasn’t really comfy to escape in the department store, because there weren’t any good places to hide. Ok, I could go along the checkout, but that was impossible, because there was lying a box with ties and someone had messed them up all over the floor. I heard the screaming girls approaching, and I panicked momentarily.
There was only one way I could flee: the fitting rooms. I sprinted the whole way to the fitting rooms and I didn’t look around because I was scared of the girls. Thus I didn’t pay any attention at the floor, so I stumbled and fell into someones fitting room, with a very loud scream.

And that’s where I was right now: in a fitting room, at a small department store, with a group of fans outside and a mysterious unknown girl inside, who just saved me from a few crazy people. And now she told me how to get out of here with her mum.
I really appreciated her offer to help me. I mean: I just fell into her fitting room while she was changing clothes! And then she reacted like this? I must admit I felt a bit embarrassed at that moment.
“Harry? Are you there?” The unknown girl waved at me. Wait, unknown girl? I didn’t even ask her name yet!
“Sorry, I was plunged in thought for a moment”, I mumbled. “May I ask you anything?” She smiled:
“Yeah, sure.”
“Um, I feel so rude right now, I didn’t even ask your name. So, what’s your name?” I said, with an inconvenient expression on my face.
“Josca”, she said, chuckling a little bit.
“Well, that’s a nice name. Never heard that one before”, I said sincerely. Josca grinned:
“Thank you! I hear that more often, haha. It is in fact a quite unusual name.” I watched here eyes and smiled back at her:
“You’re welcome.”
“Okay”, Josca’s mother coughed. “Let’s take it by another time.” Her mum took a piece of garment, which Josca had just taken off.
“Fortunately I decided to put on my wide sweater this morning”, Josca said nervously. I felt a little bit uncomfortable when I put on Josca’s green sweater, but I thought it was worth it, when I could escape from this store without any fuss.
“The hood”, Josca reminded me. She laughed self-satisfied when I pulled the hood over my head. “Unrecognizable. Now the only thing you have to do is hide your curls.” She helped me to set the hood in the right place and stepped back to look at the result: “Perfect! Um, now, what can we do to hide your trousers and shoes?” Josca said questionable.
“Anyone has got a scarf?” I asked. “I can put it around my waist? I think it doesn’t matter if people can see my shoes.”
“Nice one”, Josca’s mum said. “Here you are, I got one.” She handed me a blue scarf with white flowers on it.
“Thank you!” I wrapped the scarf around my waist carefully.
“Damn.” Josca looked at her own shirt. “Now I really have to buy this ugly thing.” She gripped the bottom of her pink shirt.
“Ugly thing? I think it looks wonderful on you”, I told her encouraging. That wasn’t a lie at all, I really meant what I said. My comment made her blush a little.
“If you say so, I’ll keep it on”, she said, her cheeks were a bit red. Then she looked at her mother. “Am I able to keep it on while paying off?”
I answered her before her mum even could: “Yes, you can. I’m well known by such shops.”
“Allright. Could you buy this one for me as well?” Josca took another shirt and gave it to her mother.
I bit my lip: “I hope this’ll work.” I was very nervous, also by the fact I was wearing a girls’ sweater.
“I’m sure it will.” Josca hooked her arm into mine. “Now, just pretend we’re some girls, walking around the shop, to buy some new dresses for a party, or something like that. Can you imagine?” She said. “Right now you aren’t Harry anymore, you’re...” I laughed a little bit too loud.
“Harrietta.” I invented.
“Yeah right. We’re Harrietta and Josca, best friends, and we’re heading towards for the checkout to buy some clothes, nothing special”, she said, with little twinkles in here eyes. I grinned at her.
Eventually Josca’s mum opened the curtains and spoke to us: “Good luck.”

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