Awkward 1D (V V)

A/N: I had this song stuck in my head for the past three year's, and all I could hear was the chorus right - well I found it again three months ago and since I heard it, I had gotten this story idea.

But I was a bit lazy and was a bit hesitant with writing this one, but meh, life is short - so am I, so here we go ^.^

EnJoY xXx

- Caitlin

Song For The Story: "Awkward" by San Cisco

Well, first I guess I should start why i'm covered in tea, well, it isn't that lovey dovey over-used plot where the girl and guy bump into each other and fall helplessly in-love, oh no - but we should get to that a bit later.

First i'll tell you about myself so you can get a feel for what i'm going through at the moment.

I'm pale - and i've been told I can be Casper the Ghost's sister man times for that feature.

My hair is a dark brown - that almost looks black and hangs like a dead weight on top of my head. I have brown eyes that look like mud and I am going to put it out there - i'm not skinny. I'm curvy, and hour glass figure with two left feet.

Society today has labeled me as over-weight and fat, but i'm quite curvy, i've got meat on my bones and back in the eighties and things, I was regarded as healthy and attractive, in this day and age, i'm someone's dare or drunken last resort if I ever get roped into going to a club.

I'm not ashamed of it, i'm actually happy that I can eat all the cake I can shove into my face for three hour's instead of dealing with drama.

Though it also doesn't help that i'm part Hobbit - practically a short dwarf compared to all the Tree Men around me.

Anyway, i'm basically clumsier that a Giraffe in roller blades, trying to skate across ice while doing the nut bush. Yeah, it's a real talent ladies and gentlemen - I can trip three times on a flat surface, believe it or not.

So, let me just help you picture the scene for a moment, I was running late, as usual and was trying to pully arm through my red raggedy cardigan as my glasses were slipping from the bridge of my nose while a piece of toast hung out of my mouth with untied shoe laces - I was asking for it.

Fate always seemed to get a kick out of me and screwing up everything around me - but hey, I just got use to it I guess.

I was running through the main street of a city called New York - full of business men and people who will try to push you in front of a taxi if you even look into the eyes for a second.

Running through the streets, my glasses had fell off and I skidded to a stop to pick them up, but I stepped on my shoe lace and tripped forwards, knocking into a man who looked extremely important in his dark black suit and red tie and hit the tray of four drinks out of his hand.

I had landed on top of him and the drink tray landed on me. 

People had stopped and stared at us and I looked at the man's face in shock - only to see him turning purple.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH! LOOK WHAT YOU DID!"

He pushed me off of him, the hot liquids had burned my skin but I was ignoring it as I stared at the man who was in a fury with wide eyes, "I-I-I'm s-s-sorry!"

And now is where I tell you that I have a stutter, it comes out when i'm either anxious or in any situation where i've basically caused chaos. It was a lot worse when I was younger, I just thank my parents for putting me through lessons to speak normally when i'm no freaking out.

"Great, you're sorry! Well that's fucking brilliant! BUT THAT'S NOT GOING TO GET ME SOME MORE TEA'S AND COFFEE'S, IS IT?!" he had grabbed my cardigan and pulled me upwards, and this is where I am right now.

No lovey dovey stuff, just some angry business man who look's like he's going to Hulk out on me right now. Squeezing my eyes shut I waited for him to lash out at me.

I was knocked backwards and me with my shoe laces tripped over and landed on my bum, looking up I saw a tall boy - well, from down he looks quite tall, even though everything was really blurry for me - he was yelling at the man before he threw some money and the guy in the business suit and shooed him away.

Staring at the guy's back for a moment I looked around, everything blurring as I sighed, seeing my toast on the ground - guess i'm skipping out on break fast this morning.

"Hey there, you okay?" looking up I saw the blurry out line of a... male i'm guessing as he crouched down in front of me, "Here, I got your glasses - they're not broken, so you should see just fine" I saw the blurry shape of my glasses come towards me, and soon they were gently placed onto my head.

Blinking for a few moments, I noticed three things, first, the crowd's were now ignoring our existence, two, this boy was rather attractive and some how familiar, third, he's awfully close.

"Th-th-th-th..." I gave up speaking and side, looking down at my clothes that was stained with tea and coffee.

"Ah, yeah, sorry about that guy spilling his drinks on you - it wasn't your fault, he was talking on teh phone" the boy tried to soothe me as he stood and held his hand out for me.

Don't make an idiot of your self - he pulled me up with a lot more fore than I thought I had jumped on my feet, and shoe laces and stumbled across with a trip into the poor bugger.

 "S-s-s-s-"

"Hey, it's okay, it was an accident" he gives me a smile - blinking at him - especially his eyes I stepped back while staring at him in shock.

"Hey, I was wondering if I could give the pretty girl my number?"

Looking around in confusion the boy chuckles, "It's you darling"

Stopping while giving him an odd look before I leant in a bit, ha, no alcohol, "I-is this dare?" I stutter to him.

"No, why would I be dared to ask you out?" he looked generally confused - but you never know, the male species is quite the trickster types.

Silently I stared up him, waiting for the chap to laugh at me and wipe the tear's away, "I'm being serious, i'd like to give you my number" he offer's me a smile and I stare at him in shock before nodding.

He grins and pull's a pen out of his pocket - woah, someone's a bit prepared - this is a dare, isn't it?

He grabs my hands, sending me cold chills through my arm while he writes some numbers on the back of my hand before he let's go and gives me a cheeky smile - i'm not sure if I should trust that smile...

"I'm Harry by the way, how about you?"

"Robin"

"Well Robin, it was nice meeting you, hopefully i'll be hearing from you again soon" he leaned forward and I stared at him with wide eyes as he kissed my forehead, "Good bye Robin" and with that he disappears into the crowd of business men and women.

Holy shit.

Okay, I lied, this is some love thing, a bit twisted yeah, but it's still related to the idea.

Finally I peeled myself away from where I had stood and walked to UNI in a daze, I mean, my god! The first time someone's ask me out since year six - and he's quite attractive might I add!

Oh I hope it is his number, looking at my arm and quickly typed his name and number into my contacts and added him, and with that, it all had began.