I quite enjoy sketching for the next line. It's quite...therapeutic.
I tend to sketch up something that I would wear, in hope that someone somewhere will like it too.
I almost jump out of my seat when my phone starts buzzing.
A blocked number flashes on the screen, making me hesitantly reach for it.
I finally accept the call.
"Hello?"
"Masie?"
"Who is this?"
"Take a guess" The voice says.
"The butterfly club guy?" I say, not really remembering his name.
He hasn't crossed my mind until now actually..
"Harry. My name is Harry"
"How did you get my number?" I ask, a little creeped out.
"Paperplanefashion.co.uk"
"My number isn't on there" Strange
"I got it from you assistant, Jane? She seems nice" He says.
"Woah dude, thats fucking creepy.." I say, quite freaked out.
"I just wanted to ask you out on a date" He says, straight out.
"Uh.. I don't Kno-" I begin.
"I won't be a creep, I promise" He cuts me off.
"I hardly know you" I say, not really keen.
"That's the point of a date" He says, really pushing it.
"Uh..."
"Please Masie"
"Okay, when?" I give in, one little date couldn't hurt.
"Tomorrow night?" He suggests.
"Yeah sure, where do you want me to meet you?" I ask, not really wanting him to know where I live.
"I'll pick you up"
"No no, thats fine. Where do you want to meet?"
"The yellow Broom Restauraunt"
"Thats expensive" I say, not prepared to blow all my money on a fancy dinner.
"That's not important" He mimics me.
"Gee, you really want me to go don't you" I laugh, quite confused.
"8:00pm"
"Uh well. okay" I sigh.
He has hardly anything to say.
"See you there, Masie"
"Bye-"
Too late, he hung up.
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FanfictionGang leader, club owner, drug user... Watch common thug; Harry Styles find a girl that he's not prepared to let go. Watch how he hurts people who dare look at her in a displeasing way. Watch how he becomes overly possessive or her. Watch how he beg...
