'Nothing happens by Chance...'
Chapter 3. ~ Ready, set, go! ~ Josca’s POV

“Wait!” I stopped my mum. “Don’t forget, I’ve to pay off this shirt first. Oh, could you just give me that Paramore shirt aswel?” I asked. My mum hand me the shirt. “Be right back.” I left my mother and Harry in the changing rooms. I thought I could better do this at first: if I brought Harry with me to pay off right now, the whole idea would probably fail. He’d obviously be recognized.
When I’d paid for the shirts with the necessary effort, I walked back to the changing room.
“Let’s go”, I whispered. Harry seemed to understand that and he watched me very nervously.
“Okay. Better go quick, then.”

This whole situation was pretty weird to me: I walked here with my mum and the real Harry Styles by my side, while he was wearing my hoodie. The hood covered his eyes, deliberately, so he wouldn’t get recognized.
“That hoodie looks quite good on you”, I chuckled. Harry groaned softly from beneath his hood, but I saw he was smiling a little.
I looked around very cautiously, there would probably be some fans in our area. Fortunately there weren’t any other people...yet.
“Harr...ietta?” I asked Harry, I nearly misspoke. Harry didn’t answer me, but he nodded, so I could understand that he heard me.
“That way.”

I pointed at the checkout, the exit was located behind it. I took Harry’s hand and dragged him with me, my mum walked next to us protectively. We almost reached the checkout, when I suddenly froze: someone tapped me on my back. With leaden step I turned around, I saw Harry pulling his hood a little more over his eyes from the corner of my eyes. Right now I stared right into someone’s face: a girl, who was about my age. I clenched my jaw nervously.
“Hi”, I said to her, I strengtened my grip on Harry’s arm. In retrospect, perhaps a little too hard, I would apologize for that later. When I would get the chance, at least.
”Excuse me”, the girl said. She had bright blue eyes, blond wavy hair and a heart shaped face. She slightly tilted her head as she asked us:
“It might be a stupid question, but have you seen Harry Styles anywhere? I saw him going into this store. Is he gone already?” We didn’t answer her, so she looked at us apologetically. “Sorry if I disturb you, but you two just looked like you could be One Direction fans. Do you know who Harry Styles is?” I was totally speechless and stood there, at least half a minute, tongue-tied. Then something happened I had never expected: Harry started talking. But not like he normally did, of course, he put a high voice, so he sounded like a girl who just caught a cold or maybe a girl with some vocal problems.
“Sorry, I think he left the building”, Hary said. The girl frowned when she heard his acted girl voice, but luckily she didn’t pay any attention at it anymore. By now I dared to say something again:
“Yeah we missed him too. It really sucks”, I said, pretending like I was unhappy that I didn’t met Harry and I passed him while he was in the same building as I was.
“Aw, too bad”, the girl said sadly. “Well, thank you and goodbye.”
“Bye”, Harry said with his normal voice. Quickly he covered his mouth with his hand, as the girl looked back indignantly, he pretended like he had to cough. When the girl had left the store, I dared to walk again. This went okay, at the last minute. But we weren’t there yet...

“Thank god”, Harry sighed softly, when the three of us finally stood outside.
“Part one of our escape: check”, I said. I actually found it funny to say:
Our escape. Us. We. We in the sense of: Harry and me.
Harry smiled at me, still wearing my sweater with the hood on. After all, here in the hall of the shopping centre it was even more likely for him to get recognized.
One moment we stood indecisive at the exit. Where could we even go without looking suspicious and be recognized? Luckily my mum had a brilliant idea again:
“Let’s search for our car right now”, she said, “that might be the safest place to go for you. When we get there, we’ll see what to do next.” I sighed relieved.
“Simply brilliant”, I told her, “if you agree with that?” I asked Harry. “I don’t know how you got here?” Harry nodded approvingly.
“I just came here by foot, so it’s okay. I appreciate your offer very much, I also think it’s the best place to go.” He laughed. “By the way, do I look good as a girl?” I felt a little bit overwhelmed caused by that smile, it looked even more beautiful than on those million pictures I saw on the internet.
When I realized that it was weird to wait that long before I’d answer, I said hastily: “You’re a beautiful girl! That girl inside really believed you.” Harry wiggled his eyebrows and we laughed, but he stopped and looked around nervously.
“Maybe we should go now, I think it isn’t handy to stay here any longer.”

The trip to the parking lot went without any problems, crazy. However, there was a problem though, but it had nothing to do with Harry, we could just not find our car.
“I thought I remembered where I had put the car, but I was wrong”, my mother said, as she scratched behind her ear.
“What does your car look like?” Harry asked helpfully.
“Our car is a black Opel, and it has some stickers on the back... But there are so many black cars over here!” I shouted desperately.
“Keep calm, we’ll find your car”, Harry said, as he looked around to search for our car, just like us. At some point he widened his eyes.
“Does the car have a sticker on the back with a moose on it?” Harry asked. I looked up.
“Yes! Where?” Harry pointed at the car, and indeed, it was ours.
“Have you been to Sweden? I got a similar sticker from there”, Harry spoke and I laughed.
“Yes, that’s right. We’ve been there twice. I think Sweden’s a beautiful country.” By now we headed to our car.
“I agree. We’ve been there with the band.” I nodded and giggled secretly:
“I know.”
My mum unlocked the car and put all our purchases in the back. She held the door open invitingly.
“Can we offer you a ride?” She asked Harry.
“Sure!” Harry said happily and he let me go in first. When I was sitting in the car he also plopped down beside me in the backseat.
“So, where should I drive around?” My mum asked Harry. He looked questionable and said:
“The studio, please.”

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