A Cup of Fate

CHAPTER 22: Hit The Lights

CHAPTER 22

Maggie’s POV

I’ve been in the cab with Harry for a couple of minutes now and there’s one thing to describe the trip: quiet. No one spoke, no one made an effort to do so. We just sat there in peace minding our own businesses. I was, as usual, listening to my new beats in which I recently fell in love with; punk. I took a quick glance at Harry who’s currently staring blankly at the window of the cab being lost in his own thoughts. I wonder what he’s thinking of. He looks so stern.

“You know, by the way you stare at me, I can literally melt.” He said roguishly as he suddenly turned to me.

“Pshhh.” I sneered apprehensively. “I-I wasn’t staring at you.” I’m demanding all of my brain cells to work now! I need an excuse. I can't continue stuttering like this. “I was looking outside the window.” I finally said. Dumb. How can I be so terrible at making excuses? I hated it.

“Yeah, right.” Harry replied mischievously, his green eyes staring right through me. I huffed in return, shaking my head whilst my eyes revolve.

“Jerk.” I muttered.

“I still remember you, telling me I was not an arse during that night at the sleepover. But I guess the tables had been turned, because now you’re telling me that I am one. I really don’t understand you.”

“I didn’t know you then. Things change buddy. It’s okay.” I said as I patted his shoulder, flashing him a pitying grin.

“You still don’t know me, though.” He uttered.

And it is true. I still haven’t known him much and I’m already judging him. I don’t even know why. Something’s telling me he’s not just the dude in that boy band. No. He is something more. My thoughts keep on blaring danger whenever I’m with him. I can’t explain why. I just do. I have to keep my guard on for my own sake. At least until I get to actually know him.

“Why are you being cold to me, anyway?” He asked. I bit my tongue. I can’t give him any answer right now; not even an absurd one. I just can’t fathom my thoughts as of this moment. My mind has its own way of thinking.

The cab stopped in front of a hotel. It was a huge one, by the way. This is where he must be staying.

“I think we already arrived at our destination.” I mumbled softly. Harry looked outside, then at me. He paid for the fee and walked out. I heaved a huge sigh. I was relieved. I thought I was going to answer that mortifying question. I go after Harry as he led the way into the hotel. I trailed behind him, following him to his suite.

“Wow. This looked like my entire house,” I said as I entered his room. It was really huge; perks of being in the world’s biggest boy band.

“Really?” He asked inquisitively.

“No, I was exaggerating.” I said in a flat tone. I took a step observing his hotel suite. For a guy, he’s quite neat. I mean, my room’s a whole lot messier than his. Kudos for him, I guess.

“Harry, is that you?” I heard a voice speak; a female voice. Is he cheating on Taylor? A girl came out of the kitchen. I observed her from head to toe. She has a made-up face, complexioned skin, and a dark hair with huge curls at its tips, resting over her shoulders. She’s probably at her mid-20’s.

“Is this her?” She asked, gazing at me.

“Yeah,” Harry answered as he set himself down into his couch.

“Hi! I’m Caroline, Caroline Watson. I’m One Direction’s stylist.” The woman held out her hand to me. I shook it and she gave me a huge beam.