Tell Me a Lie

Rice

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

“Hello Farrah.” I say immediately stepping in front of Harry.

“I don’t believe I was addressing you.” She says snobbishly.

“Excuse me, I don’t appreciate you talking to my girlfriend that way.” Harry says stepping in front of me.

“Well I’m sorry I just wanted to say hi to my boyfriend.” She says pouting.

“Ex boyfriend.” Harry corrects her. She pouts again, making an almost complete puppy dog face.

“What would you like to eat?” The lady behind the counter asks.

“Oh um hotdogs. 4.” I say holding Harry’s hand firmly.  She hands them too me. I turn around. Farrah’s gone and Harry’s looking at me. “Something wrong?” I ask walking to the condiment cart. I hand him three hotdogs which he takes greedily, pouring on relish mustard and ketchup.

“She’s mad.” He says taking a seat at a table. I sit down across from him.

“Who cares.” I say taking a bite of hotdog.

“Well she used to do this thing whenever she was mad at me. She yells “Everybody look it’s Harry Styles!” He mimics her perfectly.

“Everybody look it’s Harry Styles!” The words don’t come from Harry’s mouth. A bunch of girls are already looking our way.

“Run?” I ask. He grabs my hand and pulls me up. So glad I didn’t wear heels. The mob has grown now to about 50 girls. Adrenaline rushes through my veins as we run, my hand in his. I have the urge to kiss him, but we’re running, so I kinda can’t.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“Away.” He answers puffing.

“Okay.” I say. We run for what seems to be an hour before we duck behind an awning. Harry pulls out his phone and drops my hand.

“Liam!” He exclaims a minute later. “We’re having a few technical difficulties.”

“Gosh Harry.” I say elbowing him in the ribs. “You’re not a plane pilot.”

“Okay we’re being chased by fans.” He says giving me a dirty glare. Liam says something I can’t hear.

“Okay, see you there.” He says and puts his phone in his pocket. “We’re going to try to get back to the hotel.”

“Okay.” I say and we get up from our crouch.  He takes my hand again. I peer around the corner. The fans have disappeared but I can still hear them screaming.

“Let’s go.” He whispers and we take off around the corner. He takes my hand again and we make our way to the entrance. It’s filled with girls and we squeeze our way past.  Surprisingly nobody notices us. We start to walk down the sidewalk with our heads down. We make our way back to the house and Harry unlocks the door. We collapse in the living room.

“Will you make me food?” He asks.

“Sure.” I say getting up.  “What do you want?”

“Rice.” He says following me to the kitchen.

“Rice?” I ask going to the cupboard and grabbing a pot.

“Yep.” He says sitting down in the stool by the counter.

“Just white rice?” I ask opening the pantry. I pull out a box of minute rice. “When did we get this?”

“It’s the only thing Louis can make. That and toast, but he always burns that.” Harry replies. I nod and start to make the rice. Harry gets up and goes over to the fridge.

“Do we have any lemonade?” He asks opening it up.

“Niall finished it.” I reply stirring the rice.

“We need some.” He says pulling out a bottle of Gatorade. The door opens and the Louis stomps in.

“Are you making rice?” He asks excitedly sitting down next to Harry. Niall comes in after him.

“I heard rice. Rice is food. Give Niall the food.” He says sitting next to Louis.

“I’m only making enough for Harry. I’ll make some for you after.” I say. I pick up the pot and scoop the rice onto a plate. I shove it over to Harry and pour more rice in the pot. Liam and Zayn come through the door and slam it shut. I look up. “Zayn, why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

“Wait, we’re taking off our shirts?” Louis asks peeling off his tee shirt and throwing it to the floor.

“Ooh.” Niall grunts and throws his shirt next to Louis’. Wordlessly Harry’s shirt joins the pile. I groan.

“He was very slow.” Liam says.

“It was stolen.” He grunts sitting down next to Niall. I add more rice to the pot.  The doorbell rings. Louis hops up.

“I love paparazzi!” He yells and runs to the door.

“Louis you’re not wearing a shirt!” I shout but he opens the door anyway. I walk into the living room and lay down on the couch. Before I know what’s happening  my eyes close and I drift off to sleep.