He stepped on my face | H.S. × C.S.

5.

"So you're a fan?" Harry asks Cayla. She shakes her head, "no I am not. I just know you." I am quiet. Harry nods, "oh okay." "But she is," Cayla points at me. My eyes get bigger. "I- I-" I stop with what I am trying to say and just accept that I can't talk right now. Harry looks at me, kind of disappointed, "is that true." "Y-yes... But it's not that big, you know? I mean... Yes you are awesome and stuff but it's not that I am like the biggest fan in the world. I just adore you and I should probably stop rumbling..."

"Oh... Oh well," Harry says and he shrugs his shoulders. I look at Cayla. She mimes 'I'm sorry' towards me. I sigh and shake my head a little. She bites her lip a little. "Anyways let's go. I don't want fans to know where I am," Harry says what makes me look back at him. I nod, "yeah sure."

We walk away while showing us around. Harry and I also talk a lot and have fun. We go to an ice cream store and buy ice cream. "Guys I am leaving," Cayla says. "Aw, why?" I asks. "Because... Err... Reasons." I raise up one eyebrow, "what reasons?" She grabs my writs and pulls me away from Harry. When he can't hear us anymore she starts to talk, "look I don't want to be 3th-weeling you. I am getting ignored when I talk and he haves more eye for you anyways. So I better can go and do stuff what I want to do. Okay?"

I look at her. Did she really 3th-weel? I talked to her. Yes, I had fun with Harry but I don't feel like I ignored her. But then it hit me. She was telling me the truth. "Oh my god, I am so sorry," I say. "It's okay. Really. Have fun with Harry now okay? Bye," she walks away. "Bye," I say while watching her leave. "Hey. Is there something wrong?" Harry asks behind me. I just shake my head. Even though I feel bad for her, I don't want to bother Harry with this. I lick my ice cream and just feel so bad. Maybe I should have left with her...

"Are you sure?" He lays his hand on my shoulder what makes me blush. "Y- yeah." I noticed flashes coming from a random direction and hear people taking pictures. "Shit," Harry whispers. He removes his hand, "we need to go." I nod, "okay. Where do you want to go?" He looks around, "let's go to... That mall." "Okay sure."

We walk towards the mall while paparazzi follows us. I see that Harry is frustrated. We get inside and he takes the elevator to the 2nd floor and we get in a random store. "I hope this will do," he mumps. We stay away from the window while eating our ice cream. "How'd they find you?" I just ask. "No idea..." He takes a peek trough the window. He comes back almost right away.

So I am hiding with Harry Styles now... How crazy is this...

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Oml Part 5 already
Tbh this will get around 15/20 parts, not too big.
Bye x