Treat You Right. {A Harry Styles Fanfic }

Chapter - 5 The morning Surprise!

Early morning the next day, Callie got up to be refreshed for a morning jog. Though she never really cared about walks and all, but today- when Harry would come again- she felt that there was no other option. But actually she is not a morning person. She gets irritated easily if someone disturbs her sleep, and won’t think twice about hitting them right across the face. She had always been that aggressive one in the family. And many people who knew her personally knew that that was because of her father.

He is a Family-man, always going in and out to make his family happy. He is from the Force. Serving the country came first. He did teach Callie some upper jaw kicks and enough to make herself feel safe and protected.

When she left the house at 6 and suddenly the cool breeze hit her face, her first thoughts were OMG this guy really has gotten under my skin. But she had to stay fit otherwise Harry would think she do not take him seriously, and believe it she do… As she went out of the gate with her messy pony-but cute one- , a lose sweat-shirt on her matching pyjamas and favourite sport shoes, she knew she missed Tasha too much. Till now she had not gotten used to her not being her. ‘Cause she just shouted at an empty house to lock the door. Like it’s gonna do it on its own.

At night, right after Callie got back from the party, Tasha took-off with Jay. Just like that. Callie found a note on the table by the phone that she won’t be able to come till next week or so. Come on, how could she do this to her. She knew boyfriends are important and if he’s taking you out to his gorgeous- best view from the window- lake house, it’s pretty big. But not that she would forget her best-friend right? Callie had way too many things to tell that her stomach couldn’t resist and now Tasha’s phone is “not-reachable”. Poor Callie had to talk to Dessen- her teddy- yesterday filling him with all the Harry gossips. Which was a perfect treat to him and he didn’t even interrupted in between. But come on she really needed some girl company right now, especially tonight.

She looked the door behind her and threw the keys in her pocket, which was already containing her Walkman. She waved her neighbour Mrs Howard good morning-as she was picking the newspaper- and she walked past her. As she hit the road, she played her Walkman. The first song that came did not set the mood as it was too slow she forwarded it until she found the mood setting song. It was one of Eminen’s and to her he is just ideal while jogging. His aggression can make any sleepy-head wake up. Callie picked up a little pace and started jogging on the foot path. A few heads turn to see her.

Okay now the truth of it all. She was the ‘most beautiful girl’ in the entire town. People couldn’t stop and stare whenever she walked by. A few of the people already knew what she did in all her day. They would be waiting for her in the café and act surprised when she even caught their eyes from across the room. Everybody adored her. Her perfect chestnut colour hair and her flawless skin was just what all the girls wanted.

But personally, Callie never cared, or never really knew. For her she was just another girl in the town or world. She thought everyone was being nice to her because she was being nice to them or they wanted something. She never believed that somebody could really love her for her just bring herself. She never noticed heads turning to look at her or maybe she just never cared enough to look. But boys cared and the boys who saw her now jogging would come again tomorrow in the hope of seeing her again.

She jogged a lot, going round and round but if you asked others; her body was perfect that don’t even need any weight loss or gain. After she got tired, she sat down at a bench in the park and listened to Harry as he sang ‘It’s gotta be you. Only you…’. “That’s what I’m saying. It’s gotta be me.” She mouthed and sat on the edge of the bench, giving enough room for two more people to sit down, which was occupied in less the a minute. The boys who had followed her all day, sat next to her on the bench. Glaring at her from time to time and typically fan-girling/boying (if there is something like fan-boying).