Chapter 4 - You Fancy Her! *Harry's POV*
We saw her turn onto a sidestreet. "Follow her Paul!" Lou shouted from the back seat. Paul pulled up besides her and slowly started inching with her. "Im going to jump out and grab her." Lou continued. "I don't think that's a good idea. You saw what she did when that guy slapped her ass, imagine what she will do to you." Zayn said. "Don’t be silly" Lou said lining up with the door. I could see the girl tense up and clench her fist. Lou swings the door open and tackled the girl to the ground. She automatically started punching and kicking him. I just looked at the other boys who were trying not to laugh. Then I saw her knee come up between his legs. He let out a groan and rolled off her, holding is area. The boys and I lost it. She quickly got off the ground. I was laghing so hard I couldn’t tell why she was yelling at us. I just saw her walk away. Liam hopped out of the car and chase after her. I stop laughing and looked down at Lou who was mumbling something about not having kids. I smiled as the girl got in the car. Liam helped Lou into the car as Lou said something about her kicking hard. She just put on an innocent smile. It was so cute.
There was something about this girl she was different than most girls. My thoughts were interrupted by Niall practically screaming "I just realized that we don't even know your name!" "Cecilia Seneca" she said with a smile on her face. Cecilia, I like that name, it really suits her. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Then I realized she had an American ascent. I hadent said a word to her all night and this was my chance. "You have an American accent. Your not from here are you?" I asked politely,i was still in aw of her beautiful smile. "No I'm not from here. I'm from America, Iowa to be exact. I came here on scholarship to go to London School of Talent." So she was a LST girl. "What are you scholarship for" I asked as I looked into her eyes, and she looked back. We saw eachothers gaze. I looked in her eyes and I saw pain. Pain and happiness. It was like she used to always be happy, then something happend to her and replaced it with pain. You could tell she always hid the pain with her normal smile, she was good at it, and she had been covering pain for a while. My thoughts were interrupted when Liam cleared his throat; we had obviously been stareing at each other for a while. We both automatically averted each others eyes as she answered " Oh, um. Im scolorshiped for dance, art, and a bit of singing; but I have terrible stage fright so I don’t sing to often.”" the van got quiet and she soon started a side convosation with Niall.
I couldn’t help but stare at her. I got an elbow to the ribs and look up to see Lou wiggling his eyebrows at me. "You fancy her!" He said loudly as he jerked his eyes her direction. I looked at her to see if she had heard Lou, and luckily she didn’t. I leaned to Louis' ear and wisperd, trying to be sure Cecilia wouldent here me. "I don't know Lou, possibly. We nearly know her though." As soon as I pulled away Lou asked her, “what are you doing tomorrow?" She got a confused look on her face. She then said “ I have dance practice 9 to 12. I think that’s it ". Her voice sounded shaky, but you could tell she was trying to hide it. At that moment we pulled up to her hotel. She was unbucking as Niall asked for her number, making sure to say he would give it to the rest of us. As she reached in her bag to pull out a pen Naill winked at me. She got out of the car, said goodbye, and walking into the building after exchanging a few words with the door man. We started to drive back to our flats, as Niall put her number in his phone, texing it to the rest of us. *Louis's POV* The car ride home was quiet. After Niall texted me Cecilia’s number I saved it in my phone. It was about a 20 min car ride back to the flats in which we spent in utter, complete silence. We got to the flats, each boy had there own flat, except Harry and I shared ours. Liam's was the first level, Niall's was the second, and Zayn's was next then was Harry and mine.
All of us decided come go back to my flat to drink. I put my let in the door and walked into the flat. The boys automatically made the way to the couches and turned on the TV. I whent to the into the kitchen and got beer and carrots. I when back to the living space where Liam was chasing Zayn, trying to get his phone back. Zayn ran to the stairs locking himself in the spare beef room. Our flat was the largest. You walked through the door and entered a large living space, complete with 2 couches, 4 chairs, a TV, and a fireplace. Just of to the side of the living room was a bathroom. To the left of the living room is a large open kitchen with a island, that sat 8 people, witch is were we ate. Right before the kitchen there was a set of stairs that led you up to the loft. The loft had 3 big bed rooms, each with a personal bathroom. My room as the closest to the stairs, then it was the guest bed room and Harrys was on the end.
I looked to my left at Harry who was sitting there on the couch smiling ear to ear. "Why are you smiling?" I asked curiously. "Why did you ask Cecilia what she was doing tomorrow?" He asked back. God, that boy never answers me! "Because we are going to hang out with her tomorrow. Now why are you smiling?" I said a bit annoyed. "Why would we do that?" He asked. “Because I like her and what to get to know her! NOW WHY ARE YOU SMILING?" I yelled. Harry just looked at the ground and blushed. "YOU DO FANCY HER!" I said standing up. "NO! Well maybe. I DON'T KNOW LOU!" He yelled back as he stood up. "Well, well, well." I said smirking and sat back down, pullung out my phne to text her.
