Love on Fire

Stole my Heart

​Chapter One

This food is probably getting cold! I spot the elevator, and start to walk towards it. I look down at the ground for a second. The next thing I know is that I'm on the floor and my head hurts.

"Sorry!" I say, "I wasn't watching where I was..."

"No, no, it was my fault," someone interrupts. I look up, to find a startled boy standing over me. Dozens of girls surround him. He reaches out his hand, and offers to help me up. I grab onto it. When I regain my balance, I realize that he's not just any teenage boy.

​"Hi, I'm Harry! Harry Styles," He says. The girls start to giggle.

​"I'm Victoria," I say back, shyly. "I was just on my way up to floor 18 when I... I'm... Sorry."

​"No, the blame is on me," he says as he looks down to my heels and scans his eyes up my body, stopping at my lips for a moment, and then moving up to my eyes. He smiles. "Victoria," he repeats to himself. I look away, embarrassed. I see him blush and he turns his gaze too.

​"Well, It was nice meeting you" I say, as I slowly start to walk away.

He watches as I walk.

​"Wait Victoria!" I hear him call.

I stop to look back. Too late. I catch one last glimpse of him before he is swallowed up by the crowd of screaming girls, around him.

​

I hear the ding of the elevator and step inside. I press the button labeled "18" as I look into the food bag and pull out a card I made my boyfriend, Jason. The elevator stops at floor 9 and an older lady walks in. She looks down at my bag and sees the letter sticking out of it with a heart on it. "I'm surprising my boyfriend with lunch," I tell her.

"Well, that's very nice of you," she says "He must be lucky to be in a relationship with you." I smile. We reach floor twelve, and the lady steps out of the elevator. "It was nice talking to you. Good luck," she says as the door closes.

I wait as the elevator starts to rise again. Then a familiar song comes on in the elevator. "Little Things, by One Direction!" I say to myself. I start to sing along, as I think about meeting Harry Styles, only minutes ago.

​We finally reach floor "18" and I step out of the elevator. I walk up to the main desk. "Excuse me, would you happen to know what room Jason Sanders is in?" I ask the lady there.

​"Here let me check my computer." She types in something on her keyboard and scrolls down to the bottom of the page. "Um, he hasn't checked in today, I'm sorry. Is there anything else I can do for you"

"What do you mean he hasn't checked in yet? I saw him drive off in his car this morning!" I say curiously. "Is he just on lunch break?" I start to worry.

"No m'am," says the lady, "He hasn't showed up at all today."

"But that doesn't make any sense!"

"I'm sorry m'am!" Now she looks aggravated. I turn around and walk to a couch in the corner of the room. I pull out my cellphone and dial Jason's number. He doesn't answer... ugh, now what? I sit there, contemplating weather or not to leave. I take in a long, deep breath. The air smells funny. It gets stronger. Is something burning? I hear a scream. I look around the corner, to find a women running away in fear. "FIRE!" she yells, "FIRE!"