"Shit, Char. Are you okay?"
I looked at him blankly. Why wouldn't I be okay. It was one of my high school relationships, and I just had to act as if it were any other ex. "Yeah, why?" I replied quickly, realising I was just staring at him.
"But Lou-"
"IS HE IN HERE!?" A girl screamed as she opened the door. "IS LOUIS TOMLINSON IN THIS BAKERY?" She rushed. "WE NEED TO FIND HIM. WHERE THE FUCK IS HE? I NEED TO KNOW WHERE THE HELL HE IS."
"No, he carried on running towards the hall down the road." That was the first thing that came to my mind. There was no way I could handle a bunch of 12 year old screaming fans.
"YOU'VE GOTTA BE SHITTING ME. OKAY! HE'S THAT WAY GUYS!" She shouted as she ran off.
"Wow." I said in disbelief. The shocked look on Kyle's face meant we were both thinking the same thing. Crazy, obsessed and cursing girls were not needed. I shouted out back to Jen. "Jen, hurry up, we need to get going on our run!"
She peered round the door, "Okay hun. Louis' going to stay out back for a bit."
"Alright, don't worry, we sent them on a wild goose chase. They think he went the other way." I giggled thinking of how pissed they'd end up.
"Thanks." Louis said.
"No problemo. We'd best be off then."
"Charlotte!" Jen cried. I turned round, way to ruin a swift exit, girl. She had my cupcake in her hand. Okay, she is forgiven! I smiled, how could I almost forget my beloved cupcake. I took the cupcake as we left.
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We were running through the park, the sun was gleaming, it all seemed so surreal. We stopped at a bench, sat down so I could eat my cupcake, I gave Kyle some. We both sat catching our breath, before his familiar chuckle pulled me back to reality.
"Charlotte?" He repeated a few more times, while I focussed back on his voice.
I turned to him. "Huh?"
"You've seemed really weird since you were in the bakery and saw you know who." He refrained from saying his name. "I was just checking you were okay."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just shocked." I let out a half hearted laugh.
"Sure, we can discuss this when we get back to yours. Lets finish this run"
With that we stood up, and started running again. I was surprised at how my knees didnt give way. I hadn't done this much execise in a LONG time. Before I knew it an hour had passed and we were at the front of the block of apartments that mine belonged to. I let out a sigh as we started to walk up the stairs.
I opened my door, walked straight through to the kitchen to get us a glass of water each. I glanced at the clock, the time now reading 4.37. Wow, I needed to see what I could get us for dinner. "You staying for food?" I asked Kyle.
"Yeah sure, what you got?"
"That's what I'm trying to find out!" I smiled, this always happened, I never had food in the house. boy this would need to change for when my sister got here. 26 days. Crap.
"Is it alright if I have a quick shower? You can have one after, while I cook?" He called through from the doorway.
"Yeah, I might have to go buy some food, what do you want?" I asked, slightly annoyed at how HE got MY shower before I would.
"Pasta and cheese sauce? It's easy, and then by the time your back I can cook it for us while you have a shower?" He noticed my annoyance, but let it go. He knew if he cooked I wouldn't mind as much.
"Alright. I'll just get my purse, then I'll be off to get ome food. See you in a bit."
"Don't worry, you'll get a longer shower, and I won't take up the hot water. I take cold showers after running, remember?"
I sighed a sigh of relief, I would have a nice shower after all.
I toddled off to get my purse, and went to the store.
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I felt so sweaty and dirty walking around the store trying to find the damn cheese. There was no way Kyle was getting the cheap, easy packet crap. He was making it from scratch.
I had everything else, just I couldn't seem to find the refrigerated part of the store, probably more because I didn't want to face the cold. I quickly turned a corner to run down the refrigerated isle and grab the milk and cheese. But bam.
I had misjudged the end of the isle, and ran straight into the pasta, packets falling all over the floor. I heard a slight snickering. When I looked up from the seated position I was in, I noticed none other than, HARRY FRICKEN STYLES. Laughing at me. Whilst I layed helpless. In the middle of a load of pasta. Crap. I muttered to myself. He held out a hand still chuckling, but at least he was trying to help I guess.
2/5 in one day. Girls would kill to be in my position, on the floor, sitting on pasta, in Tesco, with Harry Styles. But I didn't see why. I mean, yeah, one direction are good. No, I mean, they are FREAKING AMAZING. But to follow them around and ruin their private life. I just didn't understand. And I don't think I ever would.
"I'm Harry," No shit. I muttered "what's your name, cutie?" He finished with a killer smile.
"I'm Char. Erm, thanks."
"Well, hello, Char, what were you doing running into pasta?" He asked with a huge smirk on his face.
"Just getting some food for my night in with Kyle." I said quickly.
"Is he your.. Ah, never mind." He started to put the pasta on the shelf.
"No, not my boyfriend. Not that it's any of your business." I said in a short tone of voice.
I started to walk off, but I realised leaving him to sort out my pasta mess was probably a bit bitchy and possibly rude! I picked up some packets of pasta, placing them back on the shelf. "Sorry" I mumbled, hoping he wouldn't reply.
"Don't worry, it wasn't my place to ask, So, I should be saying sorry." His joyful tone caught me off guard. He was certainly different to what the tabloids were saying he was like.
I simply smiled. I suddenly remembered my deal about the shower, he had a quick one. I had already been shopping for 25 minutes. The look on my face must have given it away. "Sorry, I've got to go it's my shower slot soon." After I'd said that, I realised how weird it sounded. Oh well. I had already embarrassed myself enough today. Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out an iPhone5. Shit, I forgot he had so much money. Why couldn't I have a profound talent that would lead me somewhere big? Jeez, talk about unlucky.
He handed it to me. I looked at him, questioning what he wanted to do with it.
"Put your number in my phone." He said, as though I was stupid. I hesitated, typing in my number slowly. Was this a good idea, he knows Louis, and as far as I know, I didn't want to see him any time soon.
"I'll see you around, I guess. Bye" I turned swiftly heading straight to get the cheese and milk, then ran to the cashier, quickly buying the items, and running to my apartment.
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"Hey, I'm back. Here's the shit to make the food." I ran into the bathroom, and yelled "I'll be out in a second to explain what took me so long!"
"Okay," I heard him rush to the kitchen, muttering something or other under his breath. He was probably cussing about how long it took me to get pasta.
I stripped quickly, and let the burning water run down my body as I stepped in the shower. This. Is. Heaven.
A/N
HARRY ALERT. Keep feels under control. ;D
Bit longer than I was expecting! Enjoy it though!xox
