The Unexpected

I Bump Into Him

Okay, i am trying to get out of my comfort zone and make stories that isn't really my...style. I dont even listen to 1D, though back then my best friend, MachaelaAKA7 showed me some of their goofiness on youtube. I liked Niall the most since we had a lot in common. BUT enough of this, enjoy reading!
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I was walking on a Sunday morning, going to my dad's record shop. He needed assistance for a situation that happened just now. Apparently a group of girls were violating the property's space and all-whatever, I just had to get rid of them. I'm pretty intimidating according to, well, everyone who tells me later-after we're good enough friends.

I stopped spacing out so I wouldn't accidentally walk into the street and be road kill. I breathed in the fresh air around me, or as fresh it could be, and sighed. It smelled of fresh baked bread, gas, and trees. The weather was nice for once in the city of Phoenix.. My loose hairs blew in the wind. Suddenly, my phone buzzes, it was my dad calling.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Calypso Valdez! Where are you?! It's getting crazy here!" My dad yelled at me, not from anger, but from being freaked out. I heard screaming girls in the background and I wished it wasn't about that.

"Sorry! I'm coming right now, be there soon!" I hung up and started running as fast as possible.

I ran for five minutes when something caught my eye. Across the street to my left, some guy was getting arrested. I kept watching as I ran a little slower. The police had ziploc bags of things inside, obviously evidence. One was a gun, another with drugs. The other ones I couldn't make out. I tried to squint to see better but then something hit me.

Someone knocked me over and I was on my butt, baffled to what happened.

"I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to bump into you! I should've-"

"It's fine, I was the one not looking." I interrupted him. He helped me up to my feet and I rubbed the dust off of me. He wore a large hoodie, the hood covered most of his face and I looked under. His shocked, worried face had beautiful blue-green eyes. He had blonde hair that came out in front of his face.

"What's wrong? You don't like people seeing you, or?" He sighed as if it was a good thing I didn't recognize him. Was I supposed to?

"You don't know who I am?" He asked in disbelief.

"Uh..should I? Are you, like, my cousin that I haven't seen in forever or an infamous criminal in hiding?" I babbled on what he could be.

"Um, no. More like...famous than infamous. I'm in a band called One Direction." He whipsered into my ear.

"A band? As in playing your own instruments and singing. Are you a bass player? You look like a bass player." I observed him from head to toe.

"Not exactly, more like singing than play intruments, though I sometimes play the guitar, acoustic and electric." He smiled at what he can do.

A guitarist, nice. I thought.

"So, more of a group. You guys are an acapella group?" I asked. To me, a band plays actual instruments, no auto tune and then using technology to make their own beats, or whatever. I'm not a fan of groups or artists that puts filter on their own voices.

"No, we aren't. Just a group of guys that plays music, I guess?" He looked confused.

"So, where are all of your buddies?" I asked.

"They're at this record store surrounded by fan girls. I love our fans, but I hate when they do this." His expression turned more irritated than confused.