One Direction One Shots

Have We Met?

I glanced around at the crowded café, wishing that I had not agreed to come with Mariah just so she wouldn’t look like a “loser” coming into the popular hangout alone. And then you know what she does? Leaves me to go flirt with some guy. At least this gets me out of having to see my dad. Ever since my mom died from cancer, he had started drinking. Most nights, he would come home drunk, stumble into my room, and start beating me, yelling nonsensical things. I guess I could somewhat understand, since I looked like my mother. But I had become depressed; I had started cutting, but I couldn’t go any further than that. My scars had long gone disappeared, but I pulled down my sleeves over my hands anyways.

“Hey Grace!” someone yells, smiling at me like a maniac. I look up from the table and see my best friend, Logan. “Well, you look like you’re having a good time.”

“Definitely,” I roll my eyes, knowing that I don’t have to pretend; Logan knows me too well.

“Why don’t you just leave then? I’ll drive you home, and maybe we could hang out or something,” he suggests. I was tempted to say yes; with him being so busy with his sports and I had tae kwon do, it was hard to get together at times that we could both agree on.

“I can’t,” I reply, shaking my head. “Mariah needs me.”

“Yeah, because she’s so eager to spend time with you right now,” Logan says to me.

I’ll admit, he was right. Ever since she had become part of the ‘popular crowd’ she had spent less and less time with me and more with her new friends. But I never said anything, in fear of looking needy or selfish. I simply shake my head, looking towards the door when I hear the bell above it ding. I’m immediately captivated by his eyes; they were a bright green, vibrant and sparkling. He stares back at me, his eyebrows coming together. I could see a question in his eyes, and I knew I looked the same way because I felt as if I’d seen him before.

“Have we met?” he asks me silently.

I give him a small shrug, watching as he walks up to the register and orders. “Stop having eye-sex with that guy, Grace. You look like a creepy stalker,” Logan says from next to me. He gets up from the chair in front of me and wanders off, probably looking for a girl to flirt with.

“Hi,” a masculine voice says as he sits down in the chair in front of me.

I look up and see the guy that I, as Logan says, “was having eye-sex with”. “Oh,” I say, taken aback. “Hello there.

“I couldn’t help but notice you staring at me,” he says jokingly.

“Right, as if you weren’t staring right back,” I retort.

“Maybe I wasn’t. Maybe I was looking out the window behind you,” he counters, a smirk on his face.

I lean back in my chair. What did this guy take me for? “You really think I’m stupid? I’ve come to this café a thousand times and I’ve sat at this table every time. Enough times to know that there isn’t a window behind me.”

“I like you,” he states, an amused smile on his face. “I’m Harry. And you are?”

“Grace,” I state, smiling back at him.

“Well Grace, why don’t you meet me back here at 7 o’ clock and we could get to know each other? And maybe go out for dinner?” he asks me.

“I’d like that,” I agree, smiling. I look around for Mariah or Logan, but I didn’t see them. I looked outside and saw both of them getting into separate cars. Mariah was leaving without me?! “I should get going,” I mutter, getting up and shouldering my bag. I step outside and start towards the direction of my house, digging around in my bag for my iPod.