My First and Last Love

Chapter 5

I felt the subway card. It was smooth, and reminded me that I could be an independent young woman riding a train myself. I pulled my other subway card out of my wallet. It was for subs. I then got an idea. I'd ride a subway to get to the food place Subway. I'm crazy, I thought.

It was my first time on the subway. I expected it to be a great experience, but instead it was quite, weird. But also good. I took a seat next to some random teen boy in a black hoodie, covering his face. He unzipped his hoodie to reveal his face. Lucas? " Riley?"

"Lucas?"

"Yup, it's me, it's best if no one knows that you and I are together, that'd be tragic." He zipped his hoodie back up so you could only see his face a little bit.

"At school, you told me about these moments we'd remember forever."

"Yeah?"

"This is one of them, just sitting here with you." I smiled. He smiled back. I then realized we were at my stop. "Bye," I continued,"I'll see you again soon."
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I walked into this large mall that I had never been to before. I went into the food court. Wow, it had like 50 food places. I look for Subway, and see none. "WHERE'S SUBWAY PEOPLE?" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Everyone turns to me. I blushed and grabbed a random seat to sit in. At least there was Starbucks. I look across from me and see a guy with curly hair looking at me. "What the f-" I look at his face and realize who he is. " OH MY GOD THIS MOTHERFRICKIN HARRY STYLES EVERYONE-" Harry shuts my mouth quickly and pulls me down. "I'll give you an autograph if you leave my table." He whispers to me in a wonderfully British accent. "Uh, okay, but first, lemme take a selfie." I pull my phone out of my pocket and have him kiss my cheek. "This spot, not that spot." I take the picture and he signs my arm. I run to Starbucks and order a caramel brulee latte. When they handed me my order, I scanned the food court for an empty seat. None. Then Farkle shouts my name. "RILEY, OVER HERE!" He waved his hands everywhere, and I walked very quickly to the table. "Hey." I looked down at my drink to see if they spelled my name correctly. Ryley Matews. "Oh god." I said as I joyfully sipped on my latte. "What's that on your arm?" He pointed to the signature. "Just Harry Styles." I said. "Okay, I'll pretend I know who he is." He grinned at me. "From the most famous boyband in the world? ONE DIRECTION" I say a little too loud. "Woah, Riley I know them now. Are you liking New York so far?" He asks. I think about it and say," Yeah, I mean what's there not to like about it?" We both laugh, and for a second I feel like I'm back in Ohio. Except for the fact that Ohio didn't have malls. But oh well. We have a quick conversation and then I say," Oh crap, I forgot I had a test tomorrow gotta go." We bid our goodbyes and I pass Harry Styles. "Can I have your number?" I ask him. He looks at me like I belong in the looney bin. "Um, hell no." I stare at him with a shocked look, why would he sound so trashy talking to a fan. Well I guess my One Direction phase is over. I grip my latte lightly and walk away. I walk into Aeropostale and check out some cute tops. Then I go to the nail salon and get a new manicure. I'm about to get into the subway when I realize something. Where's my subway card? I check all my pockets and my bookbag and see no subway card. "Holy crap." I say as I look everywhere. I stare at the ticket scanner and think about sneaking in. No, I can't do that. That's a Lucas thing. I think about who would have stolen it. A random stranger could have. Farkle could have. Harry could have. Oh shizzle. Harry Styles stole my subway card. I run back into the mall and see him lazily sitting around at the same table. I walked to him and said," You're an ashole Harry Styles. Give me my subway card back." He throws it onto the table. I heard him mutter," For god's sake, I hate crazy fans like you." I stomped away, that idiot Harry Styles better get a different attitude. I get on the subway and sit down. I get on Twitter and unfollow him. Then I unfollow him on Instagram. I delete all pictures of him and change my wallpaper to a bunny farm. "That's better." I whisper to myself.