The Playboy || Harry Styles

I Should Bring My Own Car Next Time

       If classes ended this early, I might as well have gone to college.

"You're finished already?"

"I actually don't have classes today. I just needed to submit a few requirements to my teacher, that's all."

"So...you can treat me out to chicken wings?" the boy inquired, licking his lips hungrily.

"No, Chris. You still have class in five minutes. Mom says I'll come back to pick you up after three."

"Can't I just skip school and become rich?"

"While you two are conversing about something I don't have to worry about, I'm just going to leave." As I said this, I was being ignored and forgetten by the two siblings while the continued to argue vehemently. "All good?" I said. "Ok thanks, Sarah."

The boy stopped midway, before letting his foot stomp on the floor. He put it down gently and trained his eyes to me and his sister. "You two know each other? Sarah, you know a celebrity? The Harry Styles? How? We're ordinary!"

"You're going to be late," answered his sister calmly, not minding the fact that she knew the Harry Styles. "Come on. Go back inside before I tell Dayna that you-

Not more was needed to be added for the little boy to dash off far away, knowing the fate that was going to befall on him if he didn't get back to class. The tremulous school bell rang and the space was cleared.

I placed my right foot behind me and soon my left, then my right, and then my left again.  "Well, it was nice catching up...good bye!-

Then a flash of light appeared before my eyes which only I saw from where I was standing. My two feet stopped in motion and I froze, distrusting my senses, but keeping an ear out to make sure my assumptions were confirmed. The neverending sound I knew that went, 'click, click, click' presented itself, and that was my signal.

"On second thought," I looked at my mystified companion, who happened to give me a brilliant idea.

I grabbed her hand and made a run for it.

"What are you doing? Let go of me! You know, your hand is really sweaty!"

"That'll give them a show!" I looked at the nearing spectacle behind.

"What are you talking about? Am I in a reality TV show?" she yelled right in my ear.

"Trust me, you wouldn't want to be in one...you aren't in one though!" I yelled in hers also.

She groaned. "Then what have you gotten me in to?"

"Me? You got yourself in to this! Quick! To the right!"

"We're going to ram straight in to the bushes!"

"We're not! Trust me! Hurry!"

When she didn't react right away, I pulled her along with me and like she said, we rammed in to the prickly green leaves.

"I have a good explanation for this," I said, taking out a twig that got stuck in my hair.

She faced away from me and said not a word. She peeped from behind the bushes, watching the mob disappear from a distance.

"Woah...I've never seen so much paparazzi before."

"So?"

"You just needed to run away," she pointed at the herd. "Is that it?"

"Er," I said. "Well, that's a valid reason...yeah...yeah! Pshh! That's entirely what I meant to tell you. I needed to get away as soon as possible...so you can understand my condition now, right? Good. Like I was saying earlier, it was nice seeing you. Good bye-