Out for a jog (Harry styles fanfic)

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   I've always been a shy kind of person. Never really talked to people unless they started the conversation. I grew up in California and now live in Pennsylvania... Yeah I know. Why would we move to Pennsylvania? I have no idea. But I like it here so that's all that matters.

 

    My name's Claire. I'm in high school and I love to draw, sing, and just be myself. But sadly to say. I don't like the way I am. I'm chubby, unattractive, and really self-conscious. I'm not the only girl though... And I know that. Everyone's always telling me how beautiful I am and how I must get ALL THE GUYS. Well I don't. I haven't had a boyfriend now for like 6 months. Anyways enough about myself.

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   "Claire! Will you please take out the trash! This is the third time I've asked you!" My mother yells to me.

  I groan "Okay mom fine!" I yell back.

I slowly drag myself out of bed, stretching once I stand. I've never been much of a morning person so this task is not going to be very fun. But when has chores ever been fun to a teenager? That's right... never. I look around for my pink brush that I always seem to be loosing and spot it on my dresser on top of some folded clothes I've forgot to put away.

I pick it up and run it through my medium- length strawberry blonde hair, stopping at some points to get those nasty knots out.

I place my brush back down and hear my mother call once again "Claire!! Hurry up!".

I rush and slip a pair or vans on.

"Okay okay I'm coming!". I slip a jacket over my tank top and leave my room closing the door behind me.

My mom is now dressed for work and sitting at the table eating a bowl or Fruit Loops. I smile at her and then walk to get the trash and tie the bag with a knot to make sure nothing falls out when I'm carrying it out.

I sling it over my shoulders like those big buff guys do in the movies and walk down the steps to get to the dumpster. It's not that far of a walk but it does make you break a sweat.

I get to the dumpster and swing the garbage over my shoulder into the dump.

"You just got dumped" I say very cheesily and chuckle to myself.

I turn around and jump.

"Oh God, you scared me!" I back away a bit and let the man put his trash in the dumpster.

   I watch him as he puts the bags into the trash. He's kind of tall and has brown curly hair that is pushed back with a bandana in a cute way. He turns around and looks at me weird

"Have a problem?" he says. Oh my... I am just standing here like a freak when I should have walked back to my place.

"Um no, sorry." I say as I push some hair behind my ear . I turn around and start to walk away before anything else awkward happens. I'm just about to turn the corner when I hear him call me.

" Hey! I didn't catch your name.". I look back and smile slightly

"It's Claire, and your name?". He closes the lid to the dumpster and it makes a loud noise and I jump a bit. He laughs and says

"Harry... Harry Styles".

"Oh, well it was nice bumping into you but I have to get back" I say.

"Have fun" he winks and walks into his house that is just across the way from the dumpster.

I huff out in relief as he leaves. I've never been good at talking to boys. Especially not really hot ones with really dreamy green eyes and a cute smile with a dimple... look at me. Daydreaming about a boy I just met. Oh Claire... calm down before this gets any worse. I walk back to my place and make some cereal. I've gotta stop thinking about this Harry boy. But for some reason I just can't.