We continued chatting for a while, talking about things from our favourite movies to our favorite food to if Pineapple belongs on Pizza? The question I didn't want him to ask me was about my childhood.
"So, where did you grow up?" He asked me
"Oh I grew up in alabama" I replied
"So did you like it? I don't know. Fuck your brother?" He asked me
"What!? NO!!! I don't even have a brother!!!" I replied, my voice rising
"Oh sorry lol, what was your childhood like in Alabama?"He asked the dreaded question.
"O-o-oh my ch-ch-chi-childhood?" with my stutter growing back.
"Yeah, why? Is that a sore subject or something?" He asked me, confused.
"N-no not at all, it's just-ju-just, it's quite tough to talk about"
"Oh ok, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to" He said to me reassuringly. Maybe someday I would tell him if we stayed in touch and become closer, but I'm not the kind of girl that tells all her secrets to strangers. In fact. I'm not like other girls at all. I've gotten bullied my whole life because I'm what they call a 'Nerd'. I don't have the same interests as all other girls do such as shopping and instagram and I'm not obsessed with boys. I like riding my bike, reading books, and studying. I've always felt like I'm one of the boys rather than those popular girls. I even have these big black glasses, but I don't usually wear them, instead I wear my contacts.
<Time Skip to London airport>
I said goodbye to Harry and I hoped to see him again. I looked around for the driver my mom said would meet me to drive me to my new school.
"Cab for Daisy Bluebell Rose Fernsby?" An old man around 56 called out.
"That's me!!" I called out. I ran over but tripped on the sidewalk and my suitcase burst open.
Running around picking everything up I bent down to pick up a shirt but not noticing I'm in the presence of someone else. My hand touched his hand making me jump.
"Oh thank you" I say politely looking up seeing Harry.
"No problem darling, Y'need some help carrying this to your cab?" He asked with a smirk.
"Y-y-y-y-yes thanks" Curse my stupid stutter. You see I have a medical condition that prevents me from building up muscle in my arms so it's hard for me to carry heavy objects.
"So, have you ever been to London before?" Harry asked me, making polite conversation while we walked to the driver.
"N-no I h-haven't" I replied.
"Maybe we can go sightseeing together once you're settled at your new school '' Harry suggested.
"T-that sounds great" I replied.
We got to the car and said our farewells.
"I hope to see you around" Harry said and winked at me and closed the car door.
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The Bad Boy stole my heart | Louis Partridge x OC
FanficNOTE: My friend and I wrote this as a complete joke. We have written this like those typical stories with stuttering and everything. It's meant to be cringe so don't think we can't write or anything. It's actually quite funny because it's bad and lo...
