Attatched

Chapter 7

Shays POV
I'm halfway through an episode of TVD when my phone dings on the bedside table. I pick it up and see Harrys name on the screen.
I quickly unlock my phone and rush to the message.
'Hey Shay...Wanna come over and hangout with me and the boys today? If so, the address is 4341 wolf street. Hope you make it love.
-H x'
I squeal and text back a quick
'I'd love to! See you in 20?"
I sit on my bed, legs crossed, waiting for a response when all the sudden he says,
"Lovely!" I smile and send a smiley face.
I rush over to my dresser and pick out jeans, a T-shirt and a Pink zip up jacket. I carefully put my hair in a braid, bush my teeth, and I'm out the door.
I decide to walk there because it's only a few blocks away and the fall breeze is refreshing. I'm walking down a street full of little shops and diners that I used to visit when I was little.
"Oh god, look out!" I look behind me, a boy riding a bike holding coffee who looks like is loosing control. But before I could scoot out of the way, the tire hits my shoe and the coffee goes flying. I flinch as I feel the hot liquid pierce my skin and the sting of the cold pavement. "Jesus...I'm so sorry, miss. Are you okay?" I look up to a boy, about my age, holding out his hand for my assistance. I gladly take it and wipe the wet off my sweatshirt. "Shit..," I whisper. The boy looks nervous, picking up the pieces of the collision. I scramble to help him. "I'm so, so sorry. I can buy you a knew one if you'd like" he insists. I shake my head. "No thanks" i giggle. "And trust me, I wouldn't worry, I didn't really like this sweatshirt anyways." He laughs, picking up his bike. "I'm Ashton," he says holding out his hand. I take it. "I'm Shay" I say, shaking his hand. Woah..I hadn't really taken notice to how tall he was. He smiles. "I think I better get going.." I say pointing in the direction I was going, "oh, yea. Haha well again I'm so sorry for your sweatshirt," he says as his face grows a bright red. "It's oka-" but before I could finish, he takes off the sweatshirt he was wearing and hands it to me. I hesitantly take it and take off the old damp one and replacing it with a warm, black one. He smiles, "I'm guessing this gives me a reason to see you again?" I smile and nod. He laughs, shaking his head. He points to the diner across the street. "Friday, 8:00 AM?" I nod. "Thanks, Ashton" He chuckles, hopping on his bike "no problem" he says, peddling past me.

It feels like it's been 5 years when I finally make it to 4341 wolf street. It's..a normal home. I mean, it's big, but normal. I walk up the steps to the front door, sort of expecting it not to be the right house.

A/N
HEY GUYS! How was everyone's holiday? Good I hope lol. I'll probably update again soon. And don't forget to vote and comment. ILY ALL💖