Now you notice me?

Chapter 3

My ears perked up to a noise coming from the front door.

The door knob turned as he tried to get into the room. I let out a small shriek and ran out of his room quietly shutting the door behind me.

"Anybody here?" A husky voice calls out.

"Shit." I curse under my breath.

I was only a couple of feet away from my door. Taking long strides I slid into my room and shut the door with out making a noise.

Locking it I layed back on my bed controlling my breath.

It's gonna be fine. You could just ignore him. You don't have to speak to him. I tried convincing myself.

In order to keep busy I began to unpack my things.

*25 minuets later

Humming quietly to myself I pushed the last drawer closed signaling that I was done.

Looking down I decided to change into something more comfortable. Peeling of my jeans and shirt I slipped on a pair of sweats and a black muscle shirt. Tying my hair into a bun I made my way to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge I found all the ingredients to make Chicken Alfredo.
I began to mix and boil all the ingredients.

While the pasta and sauce was cooking I took out the chicken and began to fry it up. The meat crackled in the pan sending a mouth watering aroma into the air.

"That's smells amazing." The same husky voice says behind me.

I jump at the sound. Turning around I'm faced with the popstar.

"Thanks cookings my specialty." I said with no emotion in my voice.

I had a good look at his face. He seemed a bit different. Since when did Harry have glasses? I never saw him with them on and his hair.... His clothes?

I shrugged it off, guessing he wore contacts and was trying out a new style.

"Hey your the girl I bumped into earlier on the plane. I'm sorry about that I'm a clutz." He apologized

"It's fine." I said. Keeping it simple and short.

"I never got your name." He says trying to keep up the convo.

Trying to avoid that question in particular I turned around to the stove and began to serve myself a bowl.

I filled the bowl with pasta then poured the Sauce and finally placed the chicken on top.

Looking into the pans I figured there was enough for another bowl and served Styles one.

"Here" I said while handing him the bowl.

Walking over to the fridge I grabbed a coke and went to the living room.

I sat down and turned the tv on. Supernatural was on and I began to eat my pasta.

The couch sank down beside me. Ohh great it's Styles.

Munching on our pasta and drinking our sodas we ate in silence. Keeping my focus on the T.V I didn't notice I had finished. Grabbing my trash I went back to the kitchen and began to clean up.

Washing the pots I used and cleaning up the area I dirtied i washed my hands and was getting ready to go back into my room.

"I don't know what I did but I'm sorry if I made you upset in anyway." Styles says with a sad look on his face.

I stayed quiet and looked down at the floor.

"It's Logan." I mumbled

"Excuse me?" He asked

"My name. It's Logan... Lockwood." I say again but this time louder.

"Logan that's a fascinating name." He compliments

"Thanks.. What's yours?" I ask

"Marcel Styles. Nice to meet you Logan" he says holding out his hand for a shake.

Marcel. Styles.

Who the hell is this guy?!

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Hey guys! I know boring chapter! Sorry but hope you like the book!

Cute as a button every single one of you! ~ Kate :) xx