CRASH (Harry Styles and Demi Lovato)

Chapter 2 ∽ Getting to know the Hoodie Guy (Part 2)

I watched as Officer James' car dissappeared from sight before turning to the hoodie guy who was right behind me.

"Hey hoodie guy, where do we start?" I asked him.

"Wow, so you already have a nickname for me? 'Hoodie Guy'... its nice but I prefer to be called Harry, its my name in case you didn't know." he said cockily, not answering my question at all.

"Uhuh. I guess we'll start here." I walked past him and started picking up trash that's sprawled across the grass. I glanced behind and I could see Harry doing the same. Good thing he didn't bother me anymore, I should just ignore him more often.

We continued with what we were assigned to do and by eleven o'clock we've already filled up four bags. The place was almost spotless and I was getting hungry.

I dropped the trash bag and stick-thing that I was holding and reached for the zipper of the orange jumpsuit that I was wearing. I unzipped it and took it off, leaving me in my shirt and jeans that I wore underneath it. I walked up to Harry who had his back on me while slightly leaning forward to pick up a piece of, what seemed like, a candy wrapper and I tapped his shoulder as I reached him.

He jolted up while turning to me, losing his balance and eventually falling on his bum. I tried to stifle a laugh but failed miserably as I bursted out into laughing fits. The look on his face as he fell kept replaying in my mind and I just couldn't bring myself to stop laughing. He glared at me and for a second there I thought he was going to yell at me but instead, he started laughing with me. He stood up as I went down from my hysterical high. I looked at him and he was smiling at me warmly.

"What?" I asked him, feeling conscious all of the sudden.

"Nothing. It's just that you have a cute laugh," He said, a smile still plastered on his lips. I looked down to hide the blush that was threatening to creap up my cheeks. Why the fuck am I blushing?

"Yeah, um, Let's grab some lunch. I'm starving." I quickly changed the topic. I don't know what this guy's deal is but I don't get why he stopped being a cocky douche all of the sudden.

"Oh okay. I'll just put these away." He answered, referring to the bag of trash that he was holding.

"Hurry up. I'll wait for you over there." I pointed at a bench just a few steps away behind me. He nodded and I walked towards the bench. I sat there for about five minutes before Harry finally appeared in front of me, wearing the same black shirt and jeans that he wore at the police station. I stood up from where I was seating,"So, where to?" He asked as soon as he reached me.

"I don't know. I'm not really familiar with this part of the city." I shrugged. I mean, I rarely go to Hyde Park. This place is still a bit foreign to me.

"Well, there's a restaurant near the Serpentine. We could walk from here, its only a few minutes away. I'm sure you'll love the food there?" He suggested.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Anything will do for me at this point. I'm fucking starving."

And with that, we started strolling our way to the Serpentine with Harry leading the way. He kept attempting to start a conversation with me by asking me cliché and unanswerable questions like- "Isn't the weather nice today?" or "That tree looks nice doesn't it?"- and me, being polite in nature, just kept my answers to a "Uhuh" or "Yeah" to avoid any further discussions with him.

I never really liked the idea of engaging in such convos with people I just met, especially when I met them at a police station. Harry was just a person whom I needed to coexist with until the end of this fucking month then after that, he'll just be another stranger, so I don't see the point of talking to him other than when it is necessary.