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Kalie. Kalie Dobach. 21 years old, pale and lilac haired pop punk princess. At least that's what she called herself. Kalie was the epitome of a pale/pastel/soft grunge tumblr girl. Between listening to Nirvana, Blink 182, and Pink Floyd and buying a different pair of creepers every day, to say she was eccentric wouldn't be too much of a stretch.

Luke, Ashton, Michael and Calum all bonded with the girl over music and their similar love for denim jackets, flannels, and combat boots. Michael also took an interest to her colored hair, which she changed monthly. Kalie connected with the boys, Calum in particular. She was, is, and probably will forever be head over heels in love with him. He understood her and made her feel loved. Like she actually mattered. So when the four lads decided to move to America, she came with them.

Calum was her first everything and vice versa. And you know what they say about your first. It's hard to let them go. Eventually the spark wasn't there for Calum anymore and he ended up breaking up with the girl, causing her to move out and go to God knows where. Kalie was torn apart by the fact that Calum had so easily cut her off and moved onto someone else, meanwhile she found her thoughts drifting back to him nearly every day. In her opinion Calum wasn't truly happy with Cori. He couldn't be. Kalie and Calum were meant to be and nothing would stop that.

Her theory was proven correct when at the club, Kalie ran into Calum at the bar. Persuading him to dance turned into kissing, and kissing turned into blowing Calum in the ladies room. It felt so right to be with him again and Calum had to feel the same way if he let it go that far, right? Although it pained her when Calum left her alone in the stall claiming to have to find his "girlfriend" and that "this would never happen again", she couldn't help but be happy that she had won a piece of him back.

Looking up from her phone, Kalie watched with narrowed eyes as Calum kissed Cori goodbye as he dropped her off in front of the bakery she worked at. He wasn't thinking about her when we kissed last night though. Kalie thought bitterly watching Cori open up the shop from around the corner. Kalie did this often, in order to see her competition. Nearly every morning she would drive up to Knead A Bite? and just watch Cori. Every so often she would build up enough courage to actually go inside the bakery and order a peanut butter and banana sandwich, no crust and toasted, Calum's favorite. It excited her to smile in Cori's face and know that she knew nothing about what Calum and Kalie had.

Stepping out of her car once Calum was long gone, Kalie adjusted her knee high socks and slipped her sunglasses off her face, revealing giant green eyes. Smiling at the sound of the door chiming, Cori turned to face the customer.

"What can I get- Oh Hello, Bailey right? Do you want your usual?" Cori chirped offering another warm smile to "Bailey." See, the first time Kalie had come here she didn't realize they asked for names with the orders. So she obviously couldn't use her real name so something that rhymed would have to do. Thus Bailey was born.

Kalie simply nodded in response, leaning her hip against the corner of the counter. "Of course darling. There isn't anything like a warm peanut butter banana sandwich, no crust of course." Kalie giggled while slipping a few locks of hair behind her ear.

"You and my boyfriend are the only people on this planet that like that, I swear. Granted, I don't like bananas much anyway, but coming right up." Cori laughed, turning to put the order in for Harry who had come in the back a few moments earlier.

Kalie's smile had faltered at the mention of a boyfriend and Cori wondered if she said something wrong or something that offended the purple haired girl in front of her. Although pissed that Cori brought up Calum, she decided to have fun with this, replacing her frown with another smile.

"Oh a boyfriend? Spill the details." Kalie questioned trying to appear as friendly and clueless as possible. Basically any look that didn't scream I had your "boyfriend's díck in my mouth less than 10 hours ago.

"Well his name is Calum and he's an absolute dork. He also likes that strange sandwich you like so much." Cori was trying not to over share but couldn't help but smile at the current thoughts of her boyfriend that were running around her mind.

"He must have great taste then. Do you have a picture of him?" Kalie pressed and immediately a red flag shot up for Cori. Wasn't a picture a little much? It was one hundred percent possible that Bailey was just a curious girl but curiosity killed the cat.

"I just got a new phone so I lost all my pictures, sorry. Harry what's taking you so long?" Cori called over her shoulder, drumming her fingers anxiously against the register. She lied about her phone of course but she couldn't help but feel like something was off all of a sudden.

"Jesus give me a minute, I'm new to all these newfangled devices back here!" Harry's British accent called from the kitchen area where the top of his bun was visible through the delivery slot.

Kalie immediately raised on tip toe, attempting to see if that was in fact the voice of Harry Styles and holy hell, yes it was. The girl hurriedly pushed her sunglasses back on and fumbled with the clasp to her wallet. If Harry saw her, it wouldn't end well for anyone involved. Sliding out a crumpled five dollar bill, she slapped it on the counter rushing towards the exit.

"Is everything alright? What about your food?" Cori inquired, taking the money and offering it out to the retreating girl.

"Don't worry about it, you can give it to Calum." Kalie smiled before pushing the door open, sounding of the bell in her wake.

Cori was dumbfounded as she watched the girl exit the store and walk around the corner. Harry soon after hobbled out of the kitchen holding the sandwich grinning, proud of his work. Cori although impressed by the very pretty sandwich Harry had made, was still confused on what the hell had just happened.

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