Fifty Shades Of Rosalie | HS

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Harry.

I blindly stared at the woman interviewing me, my mind not focusing on anything but one.

Rosalie.

Her lips moved, but I heard nothing. It earned me a pinch from Liam and I hissed, elbowing him in the arm as a reflex.

"Bloody hell Liam, your pinches are worst than my mums," I groaned running my side.

"She asked you a question mate," he was lucky I loved him, otherwise I'd slap the smirk off of his stupid face.

"Sorry love, what was the question?" I sighed, scolding Liam once more before focusing on the interviewer. Or at least trying to.

"Do you ever think about cutting your hair?"

"I mean sometimes I do when it doesn't cooperate, but then I put it in a bun and I'm fine."

"This one's from Twitter. Alicia asks, do you recognize fans when you're out and about or doing a concert?"

I zoned out again as Liam poured out his amazement with the fans, my mind going back to same person. Rosalie.

It boggled me how much time I spent daydreaming and fantasizing about a seventeen year old girl I met two days ago. It felt like forever since I last seen her and I wanted nothing more than to stare into her nervous eyes and caress her blushing cheeks.

I loved how she had to tilt her head up to meet my gaze. I loved how her breath shook when I touched her. How small she was compared to me.

"HARRY!" a squeaky voice screamed in my ear, causing me to jerk out of my thoughts.

"Fucking hell," I mumbled covering my ear. Louis?

"Your turn is up mate, you're in me chair," he patted my shoulder with a smirk on his face. I turned towards the interviewer with a guilty smile.

"I'm so sorry, I promise I wasn't doing it on purpose so I didn't have to answer any questions," I gave her a polite hug before leaving the room.

Niall stopped me right before I exited the building, a confused expression on his face. "Where r'ya going? You okay?"

"Yeah, I-I think I just need some coffee," I didn't give him the chance to reply before I stepped out and power walked to my car before the patiently waiting fans and eager paparazzi noticed my early departure.

It was past four so she shouldn't be at school. However, I didn't know when her shift started or if she even worked today.

As I drove down the busy streets, my pressuring thoughts made me want to shrink up and be swallowed whole; telling me how twisted this was.

She's a minor and you're a grown man.

You only met her two days ago, chill before you scare her off.

Someone's going to find out. They always find out.

You're screwed.

Like a poof from a magic wand, the hammering thoughts went away as I parked on the street next to the cafe, praying to God she's in there.

Rosalie.

It was well past four, breaching five o'clock, and there I was stuck in a mandatory after school tutoring only because I didn't exactly get a B on my last two AP Calculus tests.

College Prep schools did the absolute most. Even though it's to help students exceed in college, I had a j-o-b five days a week from four to nine.

I quickly scribbled down an answer for the last question, not caring if it was right or wrong before nearly flying out of the classroom and rushing to my locker for my backpack.

My boss is going to murder me for coming in late and out of uniform.

I didn't bother speeding down the road, seeing people in LA had terrible road rage, but once I parked --beyond crooked might I add -- I burst through the doors and immediately started apologizing to the scolding lady behind the counter.

"You aren't even in uniform Rosalie," she said disappointed.

"I know, I was thrown into a tutoring session last minute and didn't have time to go home and change. It won't happen again Cher, I swear."

"I'll let you off easy since it's your first time coming in late," she handed me a list of simple orders I had to whip up before walking towards the back to do God knows what.

*

I sighed in relief after seeing I had one more order to take care of before I could take a break. It wasn't busy, but the back and forth and dealing with a rude customer here and there was enough to make me exhausted.

"Ahem," I cleared my throat with a soft smile on my face, his eyes snapping up to mines before trailing over my body. "Your cappuccino Mr. Styles."

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he sniffed and excepted the drink. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure you didn't poison me," he smirked. I rolled my eyes playfully. "Sit."

"I can't, I have to--"

"Rosalie," my insides went to mush as my name rolled off his tongue for the first time. I instantly gave in at sat down across from him.

"What are you doing here?"

"I believe I'm drinking coffee," he squinted his eyes as if he really thought about his answer.

"You drove thirty minutes for a cup of coffee you can get literally anywhere?"

"I actually came to see a girl about yay high, sort of hazel eyes, kinda cute--"

"Kinda?" my jaw dropped ever so dramatically.

"Have you seen her by any chance?" he asked biting his lip as he tried to hide his smile.

"Pardon me, but you hurt my feelings," I joked, quoting the infamous line of Hannah Baker from 13 Reasons Why.

"Kiss it better," Harry leaned forward on his elbows and puckered his lips, making kissy noises. I placed my hand on his lips and pushed him back as a blush tainted my cheeks.

"Not funny," I said trying to contain my smile.

"Rosalie, break's almost up," Cher said as she was fixing someone's order. I nodded and gave her an "ok" sign before turning back to Harry.

"Do I want to know what you're thinking?" I asked as his eyes were glued to my body.

"I don't think it'd be a good idea for me to share my thoughts about the way you're dressed with people in ear shot princess," he smirked at my flustered reaction.

"Yeah, m-maybe not," I said, my voice small as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"What are you doing Friday?"

"I have to work. Why?"

"What about Saturday?" He asked, completely ignoring my question.

"I'll most likely be free."

"You have a pen?" I handed him the pen from the pad I used to take order and watched as he scribbled something down on a napkin.

"Rosalie, I need you to take table four please," Cher said as she took a different table's order.

"I'll pick you up at twelve," he gave me a lop sided smile and slid the napkin to me before leaving the cafe.

I quickly took it in my hands, my breath getting caught in my throat as I scanned over it again and again.

His number.