Sneaker

Chapter 13

harry POV

We grab our drinks; Louis, Monet, and I, and head outside to a radio interview. We were in Miami for a month, doing concerts in and around the Miami area, and going sightseeing as a sort of vacation, but at the same time working.

"Hey do you need a ride home?" Louis asks Monet.

"uh, yeah, I just might seeing that Charlie left, he was my ride!" she answers. Great, I get to ride in a car with her. I'm dreading this, I hope she won't remember. But at the same time, I'm excited. I'm starting to like this girl, she's sweet, and not to mention pretty too. We jump into my Audi and Louis pipes up, "what are your plans for today sneakah?"

"actually, I don't have anything planned. I'm off of work for today, so I can do anything really." she says

"where do you work?" I wonder aloud

"I'm a swimming instructor at the community pool, but today is my free day, Charlies taking my shift this afternoon."

"how'd you like to spend the day with us?" Louis says. Oh no, I can't deal with this. I might slip up and tell her, and then I'll never be able to see her again. Maybe that's a good thing though.

"I would love to! What are you up to today?"

"well we have a radio interview this morning, and a photoshoot at the beach this afternoon, you can tag along and watch, El is coming, right Lou?" I ask him.

"yeah, you can hang out with her and Dani, I'm pretty sure shes coming later though, dani, that is." she's obviously excited by meeting the girls, who wouldn't be? I mean, they're models and dancers!

"I'll text my dad and tell him what's up, I just really have to get back curfew, he-he-um he's really..strict about it. My curfews 9, sorry, he's kinda protective." That was kind of weird, she was 18 (I'm assuming) and living at home with a curfew?

I wanted to make sure so I asked, "How old did you say you were again?"

"oh I didn't," she answered, "I'm 17, but I'm turning 18 in July, just a week away! I'm going to be moving out, I cannot wait!"

Oh, then she's 17, it's not like I haven't dated anyone who wasn't the same age as me. Not that I was considering dating her.

"so where are you going to move?" Louis asks, I feel like we're playing twenty questions.

"well, I got accepted to UCLA, but It's kind of notorious for being a party school, so I'm going to room with some girls in an apartment nearby. The real reason I wanted to go there was the beach, I love surfing. I'm not really into the whole drinking scene or partying." gee that mad me feel bad, luckily though, we pulled into the lot of the radio station at that moment.