Fake (Harry Styles)

Chapter 5

I finshed my book The Hunger Games and decided right then and there to go buy the second one right away. After twenty minutes of research I found there is no Barnes and Noble in England. I found a pretty large book store right down the street. I snatchd my phone and ran downstairs. Harry was sound asleep on the couch. I didn't want to bother him so I grabbed my wallet and slipped outside.

Mistake number one: I forgot to bring a jacket. I plugged the directions into my phone and walked down towards the bookstore. It was only two blocks away from here so I started to jog to warm up.

I opened the door and a bell rung signaling my arrival. It was surprisingly crowded for such a small place.  In display in the front were cooking books. Vinegar 2,001 practical uses, A Gluten-Free Kitchen, The Vegan Bible. I looked around and saw the section labled Best Sellers and made my way over walking around a little boy around five who was oblivious to my exhistance. I found Catching Fire on a row with the other books in the series,I decided to get Mockingjay too and waited in line. There was a lady with about ten books in her arms in front of me. She was way over fifty but didn't seem bothered by the weight. 

"Next." The lady at the counter said. I put my books down and pulled my wallet out of my back pocket. "Will this be all for you today?" She asked. 

"Yes this is all." 

"That'll be twenty pounds." I immediatly froze.

Mistake number two: I forgot to find a bank immediatly after I landed to convert my money from dollars to pounds. 

"You wouldn't happen to take dollars would you?" I practically begged. 

"I'm sorry ma'm we don't accept dollars." I thanked her anyways and put the books back before leaving. I saw a little cafe. I pulled my phone out to check the time it displayed 2:30. I crossed over to the restaraunt looking at the specials for today. I realized I wouldn't be able to pay for anything here either. I decided to just go back to Harry's house and eat there. 

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When I walked through the door of Harry's house it was really quiet. The couch was empty and the blanket looked as if it had been thrown to the floor. "Harry!" I call out. I heard footsteps upstairs before he came running down the stairs.

"Where have you been I've been worried sick!" He screams at me. 

"I just wanted to go get a book but I forgot they don't use the same money here." I state calmly as I look up at the raging boy in front of me. He violently tugs his hair out of his eyes calming down a bit. 

"I'm sorry you just scared me was all." His shoulders relax a bit. "Let's get something to eat. The kitchen is pretty packed of food." He leads the way to the kitchen. The counters are a sleek black, they look brand new which they probably are. "What do you want to eat? There's soup, pb&j, fruit, whatever really."

"Do you have any cheese?" 

"What. Cheese?" He stutters.

"Yeah like cheese and crackers?" I ask.

"Um yeah I guess. You're like a cute little mouse then." He giggles. I roll my eyes at his childishness. He grabs the cheese and starts cutting it into little cubes.

"So if you've been in America for the past three weeks why is your kitchen full of food?" I ask.

"My sister has been house sitting and got some groceries I guess. She always takes care of me, natural instinct since birth."  He rambles on about how when he was five she was able to grab him from getting almost run over....twice. And how she would carry him around the house when he was sick until he hit his growth spurt at twelve and was too heavy. He handed me the platter of crackers and cubed cheese. I make little sandwiches of the crackers and cheese.

"So what do you do for a living?" I realized that the subject hadn't come up before and feel bad for not asking before.

"Well I'm taking online classes for university but I want to be a therapist." He flushes slightly embarrassed but I think it's neat.

"What kind?" His face has shock written all over it.

"Wow I didn't expect you to know that there's different kinds. Um I want to be a psychologist. I'm fascinated by the human mind." He says deep in thought. 

"Why wouldn't you be a neurologist then?" I'm just messing with him now but I'm still slightly curious as to what he thinks in general.

"I don't want to study the brain I want to study the mind. The way different people think about certain things. The mentally challenged and the-" He stops abrubtly as the front door swings open. A young man with golden brown hair and emerald green eyes walks through in a dark winter coat. He looks similar to Harry in bone structure. Harry looks slightly irritated to see him but covers it up immediatly with a smile.

"Erm Cameron this is my cousin Ben, Ben Cameron." I smile at him and he reaches his hand out.

"It's nice to meet you Cameron." I return the gesture.

"You too." I smile politely. 

"So why are you here Ben?" Harry asks rudely. Ben doesn't seem to notice the annoyance in his voice.

"Came back to drop this off." He throws down Catching Fire on the counter. My heart flutters in my chest and I let out a small whimper. 

"Uh you okay there Cameron?" Harry looks concerned but I shake him off. All I want is to curl up with that book in the guest room and not see another person for eight hours.

"Well thanks for the book and I'll see you later. Oh and it was a pleasure to meet you Cameron." Ben smiles before walking out the door.

"Sorry about that I didn't know he was coming." Harry says cleaning up the kitchen. I help him put stuff away and clean the counters off.

"Oh it's no problem. This is your house after all." Harry walks over to the book on the counter and grabs it. I silently hope he asks me if I want to read it but my hope is crushed when he strides over to the bookshelf in the living room. 

"Yeah I guess..." Harry keeps talking but I can't here him. I watch him as he slides the book on the shelf and memorize the exact place he puts it. "What do you say?" My face flushes as Harry realizes I wasn't paying attention. He smirks at me and repeats his question. "Why don't we call your aunt again and if she doesn't answer we will go to dinner and you can just stay here for the night."

"Uh sure. Listen you don't have to do this I can find a hotel or something until I figure out what's going on.  It's not your problem and I don't want to drag you into anything." 

"It's fine Cameron. And anyway you don't have the same money we do here so first you'd have to find a bank, however you cannot drive here because we drive on the left side and you don't have a lisence to do so." He smiles as he wins the arguement clearly happy with himself. 

"Alright fine, let's call my aunt."

{I am so sorry I haven't updated. There isn't an excuse except I haven't had much inspiration. I'm trying to figure out how I want this story to go. It is not like most fan-fics it has a storyline to begin with and I am trying to figure out how I need to portray the book. I have also had a minor case of writers block but I'm better now. And if anyone wants to help me and make a cover for the story I would be so happy. Thank you guys so much! My name is Ashlyn by the way!}