Katrina and Harry
Katrina's P.O.V
"I'll be there in a little bit Paul. I kind of got into some kind of trouble." I heard a British accented voice say, "Uhm no. Not that kind of trouble. Is that even possible? .... Ok, right. Sorry."
I looked at my bushes. Was I going crazy? Or were my bushes actually talking with a British accent? And who's Paul?
"Okay Paul, I get it. Bye now." The voice said, and then stopped. I was frozen on the pathway up to my front door of my house. I watched as a curly brown mess of hair popped up out of the bushes with a pair of piercing green eyes looking around. Then, he started to get up from his croutching position. My eyes were wide, why was Harry Styles hiding in my bushes.
"Holy shit! You scared me." He told me, looking directly at me. I shook my head, I must be dreaming this.
"Please, please don't freak out." He added, moving a little bit closer to me. I let out a big breath that I didn't know I was holding in and ran a hair through my red, wavy hair that I had dyed. He started to move closer to me, and I tried to move to my front door but my feet were frozen in place.
"Look, some fans were chasing me and I had to find somewhere to hid. I hope you don't mind?" He said, giving me a slight shrug and I shook my head. I still couldn't believe Harry Styles was a few feet away from me, standing on the same ground I was standing on.
"Well, uhm. Do you want to come inside?" I finally managed to choke out, fumbling with the keys in my hand. He shrugged and looked around. At the end of the block there was a group of four girls with posters in their hands looking around.
"Sure, why not." He said, and followed me up the steps to my front door and waited behind me as I unlocked it. Once we were in, he headed straight for the kitchen and I heard him fumbling around in the fridge. I threw my coat on the sofa next to the front door and walked into the kitchen, where Harry was sitting at our kitchen table eating some left over apple pie.
"Sure, make yourself at home. Eat our food." I said sarcastically, but trying to be friendly at the same time. Harry gave me a dazzling smile and took another bite of the piece of pie.
"Where did you find that anyway?" I asked, looking inside the fridge.
"That was the last one." He noted and took another bite. I groaned and took a water bottle out of the fridge and sat in the seat next to him, and watched him finish his pie.
"That was good," He said, pushing the plate away and leaning back in the chair. I just watched him and he shot me his cheeky smile.
"So, how long will you be here? Because my dad gets off of work at 6. I doubt you want to be here when he comes home." I said, my nervousness was in the pit of my stomach and I suddenly felt shy.
"I'll be leaving soon, just as soon as those girls leave." He noted and nodded towards the window where there were some girls running up and down the street.
"For a celebrity, your bad at a hid out," I said rambling on, "I literally thought my bush was talking. Do you know how crazy I thought I was? I actually thought a bush was talking in a British accent. But, now I know that bushes can't do that and it was just you and --"
I was interupted on my rambling on by a pair of lips that captured mine. They were Harrys, and I gladly kissed him back.
Once he pulled away, I gave him a questioning look as he smiled his cheeky smile at me that made him look innocent.
"You wouldn't stop talking. So I kissed you." He said, with a little shrug. I smiled, well I should ramble on more often.
"Yeah you should." He said nodding in agreement. My eyes widened. Did I say that outloud?
"Yes love, you did say that outloud." Harry said, amusement clear in his eyes. I rolled my eyes and was about to say something when his phone started to ring. He held up his index finger as a 'one minute' gesture and walked out of the room. I sat there, playing with the ends of my hair until he came back in.
"Paul is here. I'll be leaving now." He said, looking at the clock that read 5:20 on it. I groaned and got up and walked to the door, him following in suit.
"Bye." I said, not really wanting him to leave. He smirked at me.
"Don't worry love, I'll be back one day." He said, pecking me on the lips and wrapping me up into a tight hug. A honk of a car made us break apart, he kissed me one last time before he walked down the stairs and out to the Honda van that Paul was driving. I watched the back of Harry decend, get into the car and then the car drove away.
He said he'd be back one day, I told myself. But the thing was -- I really didn't believe myself. I locked the door, and walked off to the living room, switching on a cooking channel since there wasn't really anything on, and that's when my phone in my pocket vibrated. I took it out and saw it was from Harry.
Harry!? How did he get my number .. and why was it programmed into my phone?
From: Harry
'Hey love. :) Just wanted to let you know .. you left your phone in the living room and while I was talking to paul I put my number in there. Text me sometime k? -Hazza. x'
I smiled at the text and texted him back.
To: Harry
'Will do Styles. (: xx'
I sank back into the couch, smiling to myself and then it hit me.
I knew Harry Styles, I kissed him, he showed up in my bush .. and it all happened to ... me.
I smiled smugly and looked at the text he had sent me,
It all happened to me.
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Thanks for requesting. I hoped you liked it. :) x Sorry for any errors.
-Michelle
