Catch Me || h.s

7. Where Are Your Pants?

I woke up the next morning to find a note taped to my face.

Dear Cece,

Us boys went out for a meeting, I know you'll miss us so you could call Harry and he'll tell you where we are. We didn't want to wake you up because Niall and Liam said you looked adorable and peaceful sleeping. We will be waiting for your call ;)

-Louis xx

As much as I wanted to go hang out with the boys, I felt like I was bothering them. They should go to their band meeting by themselves. Now, what could I do? I could go to the gym. Wait, that can't happen.

I decided on going skateboarding around Hollywood. After doing the usual morning routine, I went into my walk in closet to pick out my clothes. I ended up choosing a grey t-shirt with a huge pair of lips printed on it, a red flannel, and some black spandex shorts. The t-shirt went over the shorts so it looked like I was pant less but I didn't really care. It's not like anyone really knew me. There was going to be famous people on the streets, no one was gonna notice boring old Cece. I wore my black knee high socks and black converse leaving my hair down and adding a beanie on my head. I didn't apply any make up because I was going to sweat it off anyways, so I just grabbed my plain black board and headed outside.

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So you could say I get extremely into it when I go skating. Meaning, I was skating for an hour already. I thought about heading home when I felt like someone was following me. I completely ignored it and continued to skate, then a black Van slowed down next to me on the sidewalk. That only made me want to go faster. But in doing so, the van began to speed catching up to me. I came to a holt when there was a dead end at the street. I grabbed my skateboard, holding it under my arm. I didn't turn back when I heard the van door open, and footsteps coming near me.

"Excuse me miss?" The man spoke. But it wasn't just any man, it was Harry. I turned to face him and relief flooded his face.

"Why are you following me?" I asked, a bit upset due to the fact that they were creepily following me. Instead of an answer, Harry brought me into his embrace and hugged me.

"Harry..." I began cautiously.

"Cece, we told you to come with us to the studio. We assumed you didn't because you were home but you weren't and you wouldn't answer your phone we got so scared and thought you were attacked by paparazzi or something. We were following you because we didn't know if it was you of not. I mean, I never thought you'd go out in public without wearing pants, and Liam said it was you and-"

"Ok harry I get it. I'm sorry for not calling you guys. But you really shouldn't creep on people like that." I lectured.

"I won't do it again." He promised.

"Harry you could let go of me now." I stated, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He removed his arms away from me but kept one on my lower back as we walked towards the van. All of the boys were sleeping except for Liam who was the one driving.

"Hi Cece." He greeted with a smile. Harry let me sit shot gun which I appreciated.

"Liam." I acknowledged him and he shot me a grin.

"Where are your pants?" He questioned jokingly. I rolled my eyes and pulled up my t-shirt to reveal the spandex I was wearing. He chuckled before continuing to drive home.

"You should teach me how to skateboard Cece." Harry broke the twenty second silence.

"Would you really want me to teach you?" I asked hopefully. Skateboarding was one of the things I was never asked for help on. It's usually gymnastics, singing, dancing, fashion, etc. Skateboarding is considered a male hobby, and most people don't want some girl to teach them.