Falling For The Curls

11

Rosie's POV

"Thanks." I thanked him for the hundredth time and smiled weakly.

"I'm here for you whenever."

"Do you want to go out tonight?" I asked since my friends had not been available.

"Sure."

"Probably just round the shops - nothing special."

At around 6 we left the university, me dressed in the same outfit from this morning and Harry had changed into a Rolling Stones shirt and skinny jeans.

"You know we are going to be stalked?"

He asked, quickly looking around for paparazzi.

"Well they can mind their own business."

It was only a few minutes after we had left that paparazzi were bombarding us.

"HARRY! IS THIS YOUR GIRLFRIEND?"

"HARRY LOOK HERE!"

"EW NO." I yelled at one of them.

The blinding and constant flashes made it hard to see.

Grasping Harry's arm I ran through the crowds of paparazzi.

Finally we escaped from them but the flashes had impaired my vision, not permanently though.

"How do you cope with that?"

"I don't." He replied simply."Oo Nando's."

Once we made our way over to Nando's I began to hear many screams and shrieks.

Fans came in from all directions, running up to him and pushing me backwards.

"I'll get a table." I mouthed to him.

Sighing, I entered Nando's and immediately a waiter came up to me.

"Table for two please."

The waiter smiled and lead me over to a small table that was by the corner.

The smell of an infusion of chicken and spices lingered about the place.

Seating myself down on one of the chairs, I unlocked my phone.

Text from Charlotte:

Jake is an ass.

Bored, I went on twitter and saw that my followers had shot up again.

Tweet from @Harry_Styles :

Nando's with @Rosieex.

I looked at the replies and some were a bit disturbing.

Glancing around to see if he had arrived yet, I noticed him by the entrance talking to the waiter.

Smiling sheepishly as his eyes caught mine, I replied to his tweet.

Tweet to @Harry_Styles:

That's if you even make it to the table.

Although it took five minutes for him to sit down it was worth it because he said he would pay.

"I'll pay next time." I said, beginning to scan the menu.

"Oh so there's a next time." He said, smirking.

"Maybe."

I didn't realise how quick I was beginning to grow a friendship with him.

Remorseful at how I expected him to be and how I had treated him, I was determined to become friends with him - maybe it would make it up to him.

But I'm just ordinary so why would he want to be friends with me?

The sights of Nando's were reminiscent of my first date.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, looking at me over the top of his menu.

"I'm fine. How about you?"

"Great!"

Throughout me deciding what I was going to eat, my phone continuously vibrated.

"Shut up!" I moaned at my phone and quickly turned the ringer off. "I wish I never replied now, haha."

After perusing nearly all the menu, I decided what I wanted to eat.

Harry went up and ordered whilst I sat on my lazy arse.

My followers had shot up considerably, it was unbelievably.

People were sending me tuns of tweets, completely fucking up my phone.

After being stopped by a few kids, Harry finally made his way back to the table with drinks.

"Oh I just remembered, the assignment." He sighed, placing our two colas on the table.

"Ugh, yeah that will be so fun." I said sarcastically."I might have the email..hold on a sec."

I went onto my email and discovered the email from Professor Matheson.

After tapping on it, I began reading it aloud to Harry:

"You're scenario is two lovers, the guy, who is about your age, is being forced to join the army but that means leaving the girl. You can decide what happens it the end. I'm expecting A* work!"

I didn't blurt out saying ew or no way because I was going to be mature about this.

I was twenty years old and most of the time I acted like a pathetic 10 year old.

"You can die in the end and I happily marry Zac Efron." I suggested.

"Zac Efron." He said disapprovingly, shaking his head.

"What? He is fit." I pointed out.

"So what am I?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Eh." I laughed.

"Well thanks very much." He cried, jokingly.

Simultaneously, we began going on our phones.

Noticing I had a message, I tapped on my messages.

Message From Charlotte:

JAKE IS GOING TO ASK YOU OUT! I OVERHEARD HIM TALKING TO FRED. HAHAHAHA."

Shit. I always found it hard saying no to people, I never want to be mean to people - except from asshole celebs.

Anyone that rejected Jake would be loathed by him forever.

"You look a little..troubled." Harry said, unsurely.

"Read this text."

Putting the phone in front of him, I watched him read it and tried to interpret his reaction; it was inscrutable. "He doesn't like being rejected."

"What are you gonna do?"

"Well I-"

Then it hit me.

An idea, finally.

"I need to find someone else to pretend to go out with when he comes to ask me."

"That's actually a good idea."

"But who?"

"Me?"