City Gurl

Chapter Nine

'Now that you can't have me...you suddenly want me..." Sings Liam.

I groan and roll over. My heart skips a beat. One Direction was in my room!? What the...!

After two seconds of puzzlement, I realize that the singing is only my phone. It is my alarm for today. I'm kind of happy that One Direction isn't in my room, because I look awful. My hair is all messed up, my brown eyes are dim, I have bags, my skin is pale, and my PJs are so ugly I don't even want to describe it. I look like Frankenstein on a bad hair day. Eww.

I turn off my phone and head to the bathroom. I brush my teeth, take a shower, and comb my hair. Then I apply concealer and a bit of lip gloss and eye shadow. Then I head into my room to get dressed.

"Let's see..." I mumble, scrolling through my closet. Too fat, too skinny, too baggy, wait a second, wasn't that outfit from 2008 or something? Why do I still have that?? Ugh. I really needed to do a clean out.

I finally decide on a simple green tee shirt and skinny jeans. I put my hair into a ponytail and go to the kitchen to get breakfast.

I take some Wheat Chex and pour some into a little bowl. I add milk, get a spoon, and head to the living room. I switch on the TV.

I listen to news and eat my cereal. It said that the weather today would be 87 degrees to 90 degrees today. Wow. Much warmer than North Carolina.

When I finish my cereal, I wash my bowl and spoon and wander around, wondering what to do.

I decide to go down to the lobby to say hi to Bernie and maybe even Harry. I make sure that there's no food or anything on my face or anything.

I trot down the stairs. Big mistake. When I get to the fourth to last step, I trip and fall! I let out a little shriek and prepare for the big hit, but a pair of strong arms catch me. I yelp in surprise.

"What the..." I say, craning my neck to see this person who caught me. Oh. My. God. It was Harry! Yes, the one who took me to Dunkin Donuts!

Harry smiles at me. "Hi,"

"Oh...um...hi....I tripped on purpose, you know that, right?" I stammer. Ugh, tripped in purpose??? Am I stupid or something?

Harry rolls his bright blue eyes playfully. "Yeah, right," he laughs. "Who trips on purpose?"

I feel myself blushing furiously.

"Uh...me?" I gulp, still in Harry's arms. I sigh quietly. Who was One Direction again?

Harry grins and slips me onto the floor.

"I was just heading to your room to tell your parents that your sink is leaking," he explains.

"Oh! Um, I'll tell them for you so you don't have to walk up all these stairs," I say.

"Nah, it's not actually that much," Harry shrugs. "It is to you?"

"Well, not really," I lie. If Harry thinks it's not a lot, then I can't either. Ha.

"I just thought that you might think so." I finish.

Harry shrugs again. "Thanks for being considerate, but I grew up with lots of stairs." He says. I smile. What?? I never really had lots and lots of stairs, the maximum was six flights. Wonder what Harry had? Wow.

"No matter, she's sleeping anyway," I wave my hand. "I'll tell her later."

Harry nods. "Thanks."

"Your welcome." I answer. I start off to the door. I saw this nice little deli down the street when I had donuts with Harry, and decided to try it.

"Hey, where ya going?" Harry calls after me.

"Breakfast," I call back, waving at Bernie, who is now reading Teen Vouge. He waves back.

Harry jogs up to me.

"You mind if I join you?" He asks. "I haven't had breakfast yet either."

"Actually, I did have breakfast already, but I'm still hungry," I say, thinking about my Wheat Chex.

Harry looks a bit shocked. "So you're eating breakfast again? Um, ok, I'll come with you anyway. You don't mind, do you?"

I stare at him. I don't mind at all! But this dude, a hottie dude, wants to have breakfast with me!!!????!!! I inwardly squeal.

"Oh, if you don't want me to, it's ok..." Harry says quickly, turning to go.

"No! No! It's ok! I was just thinking...about...certain things..." I say.

Harry grins like he actually wants to go eat breakfast with me. Weeee! "Ok," he nods.

We walk out the door together, and I see out of the corner of my eye, Bernie winking at me.

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I'm sorry it's short, but with school and horse back riding and piano, I won't have much time to update! Sorry sorry sorry! Well I gtg now! Ugh I hate school!!!!!