The Girl Next Door

Meet My Maker

I walked in the rain, raindrops dripping down my wet hoodie.

It was already the middle of October. And I still had one friend. Who chose the perfect time to go visit her grandparents in Ireland.

Perfect.

 Ariana and her little possy were behind me, discussing Jimmy Choo's brand new line of stilettoes.

"I hope you wear them and fall over." I thought.

An all too familiar black Range Rover stopped next to me as Ariana and her so called friends started squealing. Harry waived to them, one girl falling on her butt. I chuckled at her.

"Hi." the window rolled down.

"Die." I started walking away.

"I love you too." his car began following me.

"Don't flatter yourself." I stopped a second before the car did. He didn't stop looking at me. "What?" he was mysteriously keeping quiet. "Do you need your shoes polished? Or do you need someone to pick up your dry-cleaning?"

"My mum and sister are coming this weekend."

"If you want me to pick them up, you are so wrong. Call a cab."

"I want you to meet them. That's all."

"That's all? Just stab me with a knife. I would die less painfully."

I started uncontrollably laughing. "Oh, Harry. Oh ignorant, pain in the bum, Harry. What makes you think I won't run away?"

"Your job depends on it."

"Dammit."

"Okay." I sighed. "But promise you won't take us to some fancy schmancy place."

"Actually, I wanted to cook." if I would have gotten paid for the amount of pain my muscles felt from laughing when he said that, I'd be a friggin' billionaire. I seriously felt a six pack coming on. "That's rich, Styles, really.” I wiped a tear from my eye with my finger. "You weren't planning on poisoning us, right?"

"I would, but my mother and sister will be there, and I actually care for them, so I can't. Sorry."

I somehow convinced him to let me go home by myself.

Ariana ran up to me.

"Like OMG, Carter, you two look so cute together. I swear 'Harter' is the sweetest couple ever!"

"And I swear you have the most annoying voice ever!"

"I'm sorry, 'Harter'?"

"Oh it's your ship name."

"We have a ship?"

"Right. Bye." I turned on my heel.

"Carter?" I sighed.

"Huh?"

"You have to be careful now that you're dating someone as famous as Harry. Especially since you're not really..." she glanced at me from top to bottom, judging. "...his type." she fake smiled. "Watch your back."

"You're plotting." I muttered when she was already gone.

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I finished playing 'Gold Rush', the last song of the week. I put my guitar in my lap, quietly saying to the microphone in front of me. "That's all for tonight, folks." a bright applause filled the cafe´, my cheeks turning into the colour of Ed's hair.