Get in line Chris Pine, Harry Styles spat on me first

His inability to contain his bodily fluids is not a new thing. 

His inability to contain his bodily fluids is not a new thing. 

Chris Pine isn’t the only one who’s been spat on by Harry Styles.

I too, as a 17-year-old, have had the pleasure of having the pop star’s saliva all over me.

But the five-second interaction (if you can even call it that) each of Styles’ fangirls dreamt of took a combination of teenage delusion, a 35-hour campout, and a chance to become a reality. 

While Chris Pine’s representative denies Styles’ spat on him at the Venice Film Festival premiere of their movie Don’t Worry Darling (the video of their exchange has gone viral), diehard One Direction fans know that spitting is nothing new for the band’s breakout star.

#HarryStyles appears to spit on Chris Pine i won't sleep until i know the truth pic.twitter.com/wLXjIHTYgU

— JZMaclin (@Mac70J) September 6, 2022

My love for Harry began at age 12 when I studied at an all-girls Catholic high school, which I’d like to think was a factor in the six-year hypnotic spell Styles cast over me.

A friend showed me the music video for One Thing, the boy band’s second single during a maths class.

Immediately my eyes darted to Harry.

His turtleneck, grey blazer, and signature locks captured a young Tricia’s heart from that moment.

My teens were all about the band; memorising interviews and songs and taking BuzzFeed quizzes along the lines of ‘Which 1D member is for you’.

For my parents, my early teens meant thousands toward concert tickets.

At those concerts, I’d bear witness to one of Harry’s signature stage moves, ‘The Whale’ in which he would drink water and spit it out into the air.

Those in the first couple of rows would get to be in the Styles DNA splash zone, but alas my parents deemed I was too young for a GA ticket.

Next time, I thought to myself.

Fast forward to 2017, One Direction is bust and Harry Styles is in Melbourne for a one-night only show. 

Now old enough, I buy my own tickets (with the help of three friends and five laptops open) and dig out my sleeping bag.

I arrived at 10 am the day before the concert, where I scored 10th place in line and began the long wait for the spit. Catching shut eye on a sleeping bag across the venue for the night, changing in seedy public bathrooms, and having my grandma and parents drop off breakfast, lunch, and dinner over two days. 

The night of, Harry belts out his new songs along with some old 1D hits. He dances, saunters, and works the crowd. 

Then.... the moment. It's at the concerts close, Harry reaches for his water bottle, taking in massive gulps. 

He tilts his head back, I scream, jump and shake the girl next to me in joy as I feel my old dreams materialise into real life.

He spits the water in the air as I watch the droplets burst toward me, then moments later, feel the wetness on my hands and arms.

The years of pining and hours sleeping outside the venue led to this watershed moment.

Being spat on by anyone, even Harry Styles, is disgusting.