One Of These Days

Chapter 4

When I walk out of work tonight, I'm more than surprised that in the parking lot waiting for me is none other than Harry Styles. Walking over to the driver's side door, as I approach Harry rolls the window down with his head cocked to the side.

"Hop in love," Harry's raspy voice fills my ears and makes my heart pound a little. "Its to cold for you to walk home this late."

"I'm fine to walk home, promise," I tell him as I back away from the truck allowing him to leave. "Thanks though, see you at school tomorrow, Harry. Have a good night." Turning around I head toward my flat, zipping my coat up a little higher against the chill in the air.

Hearing Harry's truck roar to life, I grin thinking that he's heading in the oppisite direction than me until I realize that his truck is coming up behind me. Glancing over my shoulder slightly to see Harry's truck coming up along side me.

The passenger side window slides down with Harry leaning over while he drives to look at me. "Lou please let me take you home or at least closer?" he begs his raspy voice even raspier.

The war that's raging on between my heart and my head battles on for a moment before I decide that I really don't want to walk an hour home with it being this cold. Sometimes Rick will take me home when he doesn't have to when it's this cold outside.

"Okay, thanks Harry," I tell him causing him to stop his 2016 black Dodge Ram pickup with a smile plastered on his face making those damn dimples pop.

"Thank you, love," he says as I shut the door behind me and buckle.

"Welcome," I say fidgeting with my satchel as he starts driving toward my neighborhood carefully since the snow has started to pick up with big fat snowflakes.

Once we reach the outskirts of my neighborhood, he pulls off to the side and places the truck in park. Smiling lightly at Harry as I grab the door handle, I softly say, "Thanks for the ride, Harry; see you at school tomorrow." With that I climb out closing the door behind me before quickly walking the two blocks to my flat.

Making a mad dash to my door, quickly unlocking it and relocking it behind me before taking off my boots and coat before placing them where they belong. I head to the kitchen table and toss my bag on the table. Sitting on one of the chairs, I take out my homework and begin working on what I had from my first couple of hours today.

Finishing my homework, I place it back in my satchel before feeding and watering Carson, who is being very demanding on his dinner being served. Since I had pizza late this afternoon, I decide not to eat dinner myself; wanting to save my meals as much as I can.

Wandering upstairs after feeding Carson, I fall onto my back on top of my bed with a heavy sigh. I want to change my life but hell if I know how to do this. Staring at the ceiling in my darkened bedroom, as Carson jumps on the bed and settles next to me. Petting him as I stare at the ceiling trying to figure out how to make things better; coming up with nothing for the two hours I stare and pet Carson.

A short time after that I drift off into a restless sleep; being jolted awake by my alarm clock blarring the next morning. Turning the clock off, I drag my tired aching body through my morning routine. Trudging off to school, instead of taking five it took ten minutes to walk there.

Walking toward my locker, I find myself face to face with Harry, Zayn, Liam and Niall. Startled that the other three are there other than Harry, who I expected to be there.

"Hi lads," I greet them as I open my locker to place my third and fourth period classes books inside. Taking my satchel with my first two period books inside it I turn back to the four lads is when I recieve a chorous of 'hey' and 'hi' from them.