One Too Many

Chapter 4

There comes a time in every young mans life when you have a moral decision on who is, and who is not right for you. This was mine. After a long night of ex's and crazy's I have layed down a couple of rules for myself.

1. Do not bring your date to a party unless you are 100% certin that your ex is not going to be there.

2.Do not take someone on a date unless you're sure they arn't crazy.

Which after my night, I sure hope my list has some effect. My headache was once again acting up since my concern of alcohol went away anytime I was with Louis. Who again had my brain wrapped around him, although I settled on the conclusion of him being crazy. I felt kind of sorry for him because he was a good looking guy, nice, and smart, pretty much all the characteristics of the perfect guy all in one tiny crazy body.

I walked into my room opening my closet doors and grabbing the black pants and white button up off the top shelf and put them on topping the shirt of with a pin with a sticker that read "Harry" to cover up the engraved Mary. They told me that they want'ed to make sure that'd id stay before they spent money on buying me my own, and it's been almost two years and i still don't have my own name tag. Although I have grown very fond of this one. I sometimes wonder about Mary. I never met her, the name tag had been pulled out of the back of the supply closet, but I still somehow felt a connection with her.

Maybe it was just because we both worked at the same hell hole and I somehow felt bad for anyone that had to work there. The only reason I worked at the run grocery mart was because i was one of the "undecided" kids. I didn't know what i wanted to be, what i wanted a degree in, or if i even wanted to go to college at all. So i ended up stocking shelves for change.

I walked straight into the break room to see what my agenda was for the day, hopefully i would be stocking because then I wouldn't really have to talk to anyone. Not only because I didn't feel like dealing with rude costumers complaining that i didn't give them their 6 cents back, but also because I still had a slight hangover. Luckily I was, so I signed in and grabbed a cart to put the stock in. I usually try to avoid Stock-Room 'B' because Nicole is always hiding out in there and she is always hitting on me and it makes me really uncomfortable. But today i had to because all of the ceral i needed to put on the shelf was in there.

"Harry Styles," she announced as soon as i opened the door. "Nicole.." I nodded trying to avoid contact. "Finally decided to take me up on that offer huh?" "Actually, no, i have to put up the Fruity Pebbles your sitting in front of." i pointed to the large plastic wrap bundle of cereal behind her. She was sitting up in her chair with her legs crossed and set up on the small table, and her button up was buttoned only part of the way up. "Please move. I need to get to work." I said. "What are you gonna do to get it?" She leaned forward pulling her legs off the table and flipping her blonde hair behind her shoulder. "Maybe tell boss where you hide out." She smirked then chuckled a little, "Oh Harold, I'll get you one day." I didn't say anything back. I grabbed the cereal and left as fast as i could. She knew I was gay because I had one of the Co-Workers tell her, i thought it would ease her off of me, but they told me that she laughed and replied with "Oh.... that wont last." I never really understood why she did not just give up. Maybe it was because she liked the chase.

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It was 5 minutes before my shift ended and i was finishing up sweeping the break room before i could leave when my phone vibrated. I brushed it off as a text message but it kept on going so i picked it up.

Incoming Call- Louis

Of course i hesitated... but then i picked up. Maybe he was calling to apologize and tell me it was all a joke. Or to call and tell me that he wasn't interested in kissing me so he faked the whole thing.

"Hello?"

"Is this Harry?"

The voice on the other end was not Louis. It was a woman's tone I had not heard before.

"This is Louis sister Charlotte.... I have to tell you something."

I was really confused and scared and sort of put of by the whole thing. I have never talked to this girl a day in my life and now she was calling me.

"Um.... What is it?"

"I shouldn't tell you over phone.... meet me here in 15 minutes?"

"Um...... Yeah. I'll be there."

"Okay great, see you soon."

Then the line went dead. I do not know what the hell possessed me to agree, but i did and in about 14 minutes i was going to be at Louis house once again.