Spoken For (A One Direction FanFic)

Chapter 4.

*HARRY'S POV*

I slowly made my way over to the couch she was sitting on. On the way, I tried to think of what I was going to say. Absolutely no luck in that department.

Before I knew it, I was sitting next to her on the couch, and she just looked at me like I was crazy. Did she not know that I was Harry Styles? I'm not used to girls who don't fangirl the moment they see me. I like that she isn't one of those CRAZY fans who would throw themselves at me. However, I didn't like the fact that I didn't know what to say to her. Just the thought of her made my tongue go numb. What was I going to say to her?

She interrupted my thoughts. "You might want to take care of that staring problem that you have. "

Was I really staring at her? And I didn't even notice it?

"I-I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. But you're just so beautiful. "

"And do you use that chat-up line on every girl you see?" Weirdly enough, I liked the fact that she has such a stubborn attitude, just like Louis'.

"Actually, I don't. You're the first. "

"I would greatly appreciate if you would stop staring at me. You're kinda creeping me out." She was fiesty.

"Alright, alright. I'll stop. If I can get your number. "

She sighed. "Fine. If that'll make you disappear. " She actually handed me a piece of paper with some digits scribbled onto it. Did I seriously get her number out of her this easily? There's got to be something wrong with this picture.

"I guess you wouldn't mind if I called this number right now? Just to make sure you didn't cheat me out of your number. " she was completely silent as I dialed the digits.

She must have really wanted to get rid of me. She gave me the number to the pizza place down the street.

" This isn't really your number. "

"Wow. What a genius. " she smirked.

"Can I get your real number?"

She seemed surprised when I said this. "You really want my number?"

"Yeah. I think you're really pretty and I would love to get to know you. "

SCORE!!! I got her number!

*VIRGINIA'S POV*

I was completely drunk, but I could still smell all the alcohol on his breath. Maybe he could be the lucky guy...? Well, that's what I was thinking.

Until we were rudely interrupted with some rude girl coming over to him and having a major snogging session. Then there were a bunch of camera flashes and screaming girls. I didn't know what was happening, but I didn't want to be a part of it. I bolted through the front door and out into the cold wintery air.

I just ran. As far as I could. I could hear the someone else running after me and I took a look behind me to see who it was. The curly-haired boy. Figures as much.

What was he up to?