Chapter Four
Harry Styles 10:46 pm
We’re sitting in my Range Rover, waiting at a gas station. It’s called Casey’s but it’s super neat. I wish we had something like this in Holmes Chapel. I mean we have this cute little bakery that I used to work at through my young teenage years.
“What in bloody hell are we doing here, Liam?” Louis demands. He’s pretty pissed off because Blake made us come with him and he was in the middle of a shower. Not his usual peppy self, I guess.
“Louis, calm down,” Liam soothes. “Blake told me that he’s meeting a friend.” This just got Louis even angrier.
“Are you fucking kidding me, mate?” I think Louis’ veins are going to pop out of his neck. “I had to rush my shower because he has to meet a “friend” are you messing with me?”
“Lou, just please,” I try. “You’re going to scare someone!”
“Fuck you, lads,” Louis spits; he’s really upset.
A few minutes of awkward silence passes before Blake knocks on the window and says our secret code. Yea, we’re nerds! Make fun of us, whatever, but it’s just to make sure that it’s actually Blake and not some random person that could steal us. Liam grabs the door handle and opens my car up only to hear a girl’s voice.
“Liam Payne?”
“Hey,” Blake says to the mystery girl that I can’t see yet. “Please don’t scream.”
I hear her gasp and I think she might be having a panic attack.
“Blake, what the fuck!” She curses. Wow, how attractive. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I did tell you! I told you that I’m related to Liam, but you didn’t believe me!” Blake tells her. I think realization hit her and she says a small ‘Oh’.
“Who’s there, Li?” I ask. God, I’m so confused and anxious to see this girl.
Liam moves over a little bit to let me get a good look. Once my head is able to get in a comfortable position to view this lady, I suck in a deep breath. “What’s your name?” I question. I think this might be her. This might be Avery. Liam told me that Blake says he knows her, and he knows this girl so there’s a good chance it is she!
She looks a little taken aback, probably because I’m talking to her. Then she says, “Avery Quinn.”
Avery Quinn 10:54 pm
One Direction is right in front of me and I’m about to faint. Holy shit!
“What’s your name?” Harry asks me. Me? He’s talking to me? Harold fucking Styles is talking to me?
“Avery Quinn,” I say without stuttering. Oh, my God. I still can’t believe this. It’s fan girling time!
Harry’s eyes widen and stay like that. He looks behind him and I hear someone cough.
“Holy shit,” a boy whispers under their breath. I must have the strangest look on my face because Harry looks a little panicked.
