Arabelle

[45]Break Time:2

Arabelle's Pov

Wow.

I can't actually believe that I haven't missed my 'me' time. This is just bloody amazing.

I've been to loads of shops and in all honesty, I don't even know why I didn't think of doing this before. Obviously I'd mostly bought clothes and a few necessities for myself with Harry's credit card. He's such a fool for leaving that around when somebody could just grab it anytime. He's even more of a fool for leaving his PIN number lying around.

I was now sitting slurping at my mango and passion fruit drink/smoothie thing in Starbucks.

I was trying to figure out how to get my new IPhone 5c out of its damn plastic holder.

I struggle at the simplest daily actions in life.

I need help. Like seriously.

I had to at least spent around 800-900 pounds already. I'm haven't even been around all the shops here yet. This place is a lot bigger than some people think.

I slurped the remainder of my drink which was, absolutely amazing by the way.

Whilst I was trying to get my new damn phone out of the plastic, the door opened. You know when some shops have them chimes on the doors so when they are opened, it lets everyone know that someone has walked in or walked out of the shop?

Yeah, that happened. I looked up for a split second, just out of curiosity. I don't really have any friends apart from the boys and Harry so I obviously wouldn't know anyone else who could have walked in. Ll

I looked up, through the gap between my cascading mess of hair over my face.

It was a tall man dressed in all black. His head was turned to the side so his face wasn't visible from my point of view.

His hair didn't look as soft or as beautiful as Harry's however it was still quite thick and slightly curly.

Stop think of Harry, Arabelle.

I mentally sighed. Why does Harry have to be so sexy?

The large man started to walk and his few curls started to bounce as he took long strides towards the counter to place his order.

I continued to fiddle with my blue device and it's stupid plastic cover.

I hadn't noticed or even heard another chair scraping the ground as if to be getting ready for someone to sit on.

"You need some help?" a voice suddenly spoke.

"No thank you, I've nearly got it" I replied, not even bothering to look up at this mystery person.

"You sure?" This person asked. It was definitely a man. His voice had a bit of a masculine edge to it.

"Positive" I said quickly whilst giving it one last pull with all my strength.

I let out a long breath I hadn't realised I was holding when I heard that loud click noise indicating that I had now successfully got the phone out the case.

Thank you god.

I still felt a presence close by. As if the man who had being asking me if I needed any help was still there, watching.

I looked up at the mystery person.

I knew I recognised the voice.

I knew it, I knew it, I knew it.

It was Max.

He was sitting opposite me with one leg lounging over the other one. He lay back with a smug smirk on his face. He was acting as if he owned the place.