Storm Chaser

One

You're all I want, so much it's hurting...

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It had been a childhood dream of mine to become like Sally Goodman channel 2's weather girl. There's something about the climate that interested me. It effected where you live, what you wore, where you went.

I was that crazy girl who used to sit at the back of my AP Geography class in high school with a crazy obsession for storm chasing.

I guess this is why I dedicated my sleep to writing reports for college until 1:00 in the morning.

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Page 5 of my weather report completed...

Only 20 more to go.

The joys of Journalism they tell me. If only I could get out of this damn apartment and leave my damn neighbour.

I spent another 15 minutes writing my report before a loud bang made me turn my head to the wall.

What could that noise possibly be?

It didn't take another second for me to see my neighbour Harry Styles damn head appear from behind the wall.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" I asked him, I didn't have time for this.

"Oh yes, sorry.... Um I'll - I - I will get it fixed" He replied shaking his head.

"Is everything okay with you?" I whispered back.

"Um yes I - yes everything is okay!" He shouted back, making me jump.

"Do you need someone to talk to, me?" I replied quietly, I have this feeling Harry doesn't like me a lot. This isn't the first time this has happened.

"Yes, can I come over in about 5 minutes?" Harry responded abruptly.

Should I let him come over? Scenarios ran through my mind. I don't think this boy is in the right frame of mind. He might attack me? Even worse, destroy my weather report. But I felt really sorry for him.

"Yeah" I replied with apprehension. If only he just sat on the couch and didn't touch anything. Maybe I'll tie his hands to my...

"Stella?"

"Yeah Harry?"

"I'll be there. I'm not all that bad. Just let me find my sleeping bag incase..." I cut him off before he finished.

"Harry you won't fall asleep here. We'll watch a movie. Just be here in 5." I told him.

Harry disappeared. That boy sure knows how to scare the day lights out of me. I would never, ever let his damn head rest on my sofa or bed. That body would never touch my clean sheets if his life depended on it.

The door knocked. It's him. I wait 20 seconds to appear that I'm not eager.

"18, 19, 20" I whispered to myself.

"Ding dong" the doorbell rang.

"Coming!" I yelled.

I opened the door and Harry stood there all innocent and cute - wait I can't think about him like this. He's my neighbour and worse, he's mental and mean.

"Take a seat on the couch and whatever you do, do not touch my desk or you'll be dead meat!" I warned.

"I make no promises. Why are you wearing a robe?" Great now I'm have to explain that I'm going to have a shower. The risks I made.

"About to have a shower. You can turn the TV on if you like just don't touch my paperwork" I told him, leaving him in my lounge room before ducking into my bathroom to have a shower.

After 10 minutes, I put on a pair of shorts and a shirt before I walked out into the lounge room.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" I yelled at Harry, I caught his eye. He was flipping through the reports on my desk.

"I am so sorry I didn't - hey are you a storm chaser?" Harry asked me with big eyes.

A Storm Chaser, where is his mind at? He shouldn't know this.

"A what?" I replied, walking over and looking at him.

"A Storm Chaser, you go out chase storms..." He said, placing both his hands on my shoulders.

How damn affectionate he could be.

"When was the last time you chased a storm?"

Well, I. The last time I you know. It was last week.

"Last week," I told him and then continued "I got some amazing photos!"

"I never pictured you as the storm chaser type. With your floral dresses. Man Stella, if anything I would picture you as a star gazer. Ha Stella the star!" He's so damn judgemental.

"Well my dad was an astronomer, you know" I stated as a matter of fact.

"Okay, okay, okay I get it. I'm just shocked because well storm chasing has been my dream. My mother just...it's a long story..." He replied.

"I get it. As you can see Harry, I could use your help. You seem to know your stuff, I mean" I replied nervously.

"I would love that. It's been so long since I have ever had a chance to do this. Music also. Anyway, where would you like us to begin?" He asked me.

"Well I do have a 25 page weather report due Monday." He then gave me a worried look.

"What have you done do far?" 5 excruciating pages.

"5 pages" I replied.

"Let's get cracking." He suggested and we do.

15 pages later, Harry had fallen asleep on the desk.

We still had 3 pages to complete, but that would have to wait until tomorrow because soon after Harry, I had fallen asleep is well.

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