The Girl Next Door

Catman

Instead of going home in his car, I suggested that we go for a walk. Maybe, just maybe some drunk hobo could appear out of nowhere and hit him on the head with a bottle.

"It would be a dream come true."

We walked in silence, along each other for a while. No words, just the sound of the big city muted by the wind. It was almost pitch black, and I didn't pay attention to where was I going. So, I ended up falling over a rock, grabbing Popstar on the way down.

"Ouch!" I yelped, rubbing my poor bum.

"Thanks."

"Any time." I realised we were both covered in mud. We burst into laughter.

"This is karma, you know. For being so sarcastic."

"I'm still waiting for an elephant to fall on you." I tried to get up, but he took my hand, throwing me back on the ground.

"What's your problem?"

"You." he smirked. I laid on my back, looking at the full moon and few stars. I sighed. "You miss home."

"No. I miss the people, the sea, the sun... London's okay, but it's too... plain." I smiled, Harry laying next to me. "There was this place I used to go to every Summer. The stars there were so bright, you didn't need any other light to help you see at night. Here, it's like another boring world." he was looking at me like the things I was saying were actually interesting. "But you don't want to listen to my problems. Your life is so much more interesting than mine."

"Yeah right." I gave him a 'friggin' seriously?' look. "It's exciting and all, but everything's always the same. 'Harry, did you get used to the fame?' 'So, boys, what do you look for in a girl?' 'So, Harry it must be really hard for you when you don't see your family?'" I giggled. "Everything is revolved around us. But nobody actually cares what we really think."

"You're miserable, aren't you?"

"Tell me about it."

"How about this. We take turns asking each other questions, and we pretend like we really care."

"Sure." he smiled in the irritating way only he could. "So, what are your dreams?"

"My dreams right now are going to sleep until next month, and having a closet full of Nutella." he looked at me, wanting to hear more. I sighed. "I want to headline at the New Year's concert on the boardwalk in Split. Just me and my guitar, on an empty stage, counting down till the new year before the fireworks light up the sky." I turned my head away. "Modest, I know."

"Ambitious. I like ambition."

"My turn to ask you a question!" I interrupted before he said anything that would make this a lot more awkward than I could handle. "If you were stuck on a deserted island with a lifetime supply of chocolate and no people around you, would you rather want to be saved and spend the rest of your life in a room full of cats, or would you want to stay on the island until the day you die?" that was by the furthest, the most stupid question in the history of time ever.

"I'd want to be saved... And live with cats." I raised my eyebrow. "What, I like cats."

"The only thing we have in common."

"Sometimes I think cats are better than people."

"Cats are better than people. They just sleep, eat and cuddle with you when they're bored. They have a perfect life." and we talked about cats for most of the night. I was getting a feeling I'm not the only one who will die as a crazy old cat person. On the way back to the car, a few people recognised him.

"Was I supposed to be surprised?"

He stopped for pictures and a few autographs. I was happily standing in the background thanking God I don't have an army of fangirls following my every step.

"I don't know why, but something tells me you're popular or something."

"Yeah, people just randomly follow me on the street. I have no idea why." he put his right arm around my shoulder.

"Why?"

"You're at work. Work!" he demanded.

"You must really want to keep 'Victorry' a secret, don't you?"

"Do I even want to know what is that supposed to mean?"

"If you'd take one step inside my head, you'd run away like a headless fly."

"I don't doubt it." I hit him on the shoulder. He started tickling me.

"I'm not responsible for your injuries, Styles!" he didn't stop until I started spraying him with water from a puddle on the road. Not even threatening to take his pants off helped.

I stopped running from him. "Harry, there's something I need to tell you... Something I need to confess." he gave me a look filled with worry and wonderment. "Harry, I- I-" stuttering was a must. "I want to be the reason you look at your phone and smile..." my head was filled with the thousands of ways he could react to what I've just said..

"Carter, I-"

"...And then crash into a pole." he stood still.

"I thought you were serious."

"Yeah, and we can get married, live in some tiny little village and have perfect little babies. I promise you now, I will never, ever, ever, ever fall in love with you. Ever."

"It's mutual." he smiled, a bit of sarcasm in his tone. If he ever actually starts liking me, I will throw him off a bridge. And then I will jump after him. And we'll both be dead. That seems like the possibly happiest ending I could get.