All That Matters

Chapter 2

"You want to go somewhere to get your mind off things?" I say through Louis door. When there's no answer I sigh.

"Lou, it's been 2 weeks," I add.

He walks out the room moments later.

"You're right," he sighs. He grabs his keys. "Where we going?" He gives me a half smile. I shrugged.

"Let's go to the mall," I suggested. He nodded and we made our way into his favorite truck that he literally drives everywhere. We pull out of the driveway and drive for a little while until we reach the outdoor mall, where a lot of our time is spent when we don't know what else to do. He finds a parking spot and hops out of the car.

"Don't move." he demands.

I stay where I am as he hurries around the back of the car and opens the door for me.

I slide out and slip on my jacket as I glance up at the perfectly white sky, not a peak of blue showing through the overcast.

We walk along the kiosks that line the street aimlessly, chattering back and forth and laughing at everything. We walk into one store and browse around.

"Nothing here," I say eventually. We both walk towards the exit when a guy opens the door and collides with me.

"Oh sorry," he says, helping me up. When I touch his hand I felt something. A spark, if you will. His face shows no emotion as he hurries off. I turn and watch him walk away.

"Darsey... Darsey!" I snap back into reality.

I look at Louis. "Sorry what?" I ask, realizing how lost in thought I was.

"What's that look?" he says to me, focusing on my face as I watch the mysterious boy disappear in the fog.

I look at Louis who's staring at me curiously.

"I don't know," I stutter

"Do you even know who that is?" he asks me. I shake my head.

"That's Harry Styles." he says.

"Who?" I question.

"Harry Styles. He used to play soccer for our rival team. Not a good dude, let me tell you." he says disgustingly.

"How?" I ask. I silently curse myself for pushing the subject further.

"Let's just say he's mixed with the wrong crowd." he replies.

"How come I've never seen him before?" I ask. Ugh, shut up Darsey!

"What, are we playing 20 questions?" Louis snaps before apologizing. "Word on the street is that he just moved in. Close to our flat too, I might add." he scowls at the thought of the guy.

"He doesn't seem so bad." I blurt out without thinking.

"Oh no, oh no," he shakes his head and grabs both my shoulders. "I know that look," he says disapprovingly as he locks eyes with me. I look away and feel my face flush.

I pretended not to know what he was talking about and we went on, laughing and talking as usual- but Harry's face stuck in my mind.

I shake my head.

'Stop Darsey,' I think to myself. 'Get ahold of yourself.'

But I feel myself falling for a dangerous bad boy I don't even know.