Chasing cars.(Harry Styles)

Chapter 1.

Carlia.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed when noticed that the car was going slower and some smoke escaped from the front of my old car."No,no,no! Cherry!" I thought. Yes, I called my car Cherry, any problem? I drove towards the side of the road. At least it was daylight and wasn't raining.

I put the reflective vest on and opened the door. Even I'm not very into cars and all that stuff I opened the bonnet of my car. I had a look at it, there was smoke everywhere so I waited until it was clear enough. "Oh God!" I said loudly, the engine was burnt. My poor Cherry was horrible and 'she' had been my first car.

I was coming back from my parent's house in Cheshire. This road didn't have much traffic and it was better to call the rescueman rather than my parents. I was living in London, with a friend, Katy. We both were studying arts and photography at London's University, but she couldn't pick me up.

The engine was overheated because it was out of coolant. I ran my fingers through my black curly hair. Suddenly I felt a double tap in my shoulder. "Hi" a raspy male voice murmured. I was freaking out in my mind, I didn't hear him stop or get out of his car. It could be anyone. Without even notice I kick his package when I quickly turned around to face my rapist. I heard him scream and then apologise. "Wait" I thought "is he apologising? A rapist doesn't apologise" When I was able to see who I kicked, I realised it was an eighteen or nineteen guy. And he was pretty cute, even when his face was red and he was trying to recover from my movement.

"Sorry" he repeated "I didn't mean to scare you, I should have called you before" When he was totally recovered he faced me. His face was familiar to me. His sparkling green eyes stared at me. I was breathless, he was Harr..."I'm Harry by the way" he greeted. "Sorry to scared the shit out of you" he smiled politely. "Oh...yeah..." I tried to say. Harry started looking at me like he was enjoying my reaction."I'm Carlia" I answered as I could. I did want to die, I had just hit Harry Styles in the balls.