She's Not My Type

Chapter Three

{Harry's P.O.V.}

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Plot twist: Harry Styles starts to write in this story and has spoilers!

Spoiler One: I like mayonnaise now.(false actually, ugh)

Spoiler Two: I AM THE WEASEL, CHARLIE! (False, or is it? >:D)

Spoiler Three: I will never fall for Lana Frey because; well... she's not my type. (True)

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I was taking a little morning stroll down a street I couldn't recall ,a little pass 5 to be exact, in my dark jeans, converse, and my Ramones shirt that was tucked in beneath my black hoodie. I was thinking about what Marco Gastel, one of the 'Modest!' people, have talked to me about last night; that the girl from Starbucks would be my beard (her name was Lana Frey, I think? I don't really care. I don't want a beard). First of all, I hate lying to my fans. And technically pretending that this Lana Frey girl is my girlfriend is lying. I also saw what she looks like; she's... definitely not my type. Oh haha yeah I do have a type. I mean, you probably have one too! And I know it's what's in the inside that counts, blah-blah-blah, but if you see a guy or girl who's not really attractive, you already know that person won't have a chance with you. Do you understand? Well I'm Harry Styles and I usually don't make sense, so get use to it, haha.

Anyways, this girl was kind of cute but she didn't seem like the type to "satisfy my needs" and I NEED-Grrrrrrrrrowl!Ah!My poor stomach, I'm so sorry I've neglected you! I was hungry since I didn't eat dinner last night. I only ate a little chocolate donut. I quickly glanced around me to find some shop to get into. Starbucks. Why were there Starbucks everywhere?!What if they're plotting to take over the world?!Oh silly,Harry.They wouldn't do that .Or would they? Anyway, I didn't mean that in a bad way. I mean, Starbucks is awesome.

Before I entered the Starbucks I wondered if this was the same Starbucks as the Starbucks me and the boys went to yesterday. And if that Lana Frey girl's here, because I don't really want to see her right now.

"GROOOWL.GIMME SOME FOOD HAROLD.I DON'T CARE IF THAT GIRL'S THERE.JUST GIMME SOME FUCKING FOOD." my stomach scolded. "Fine, fine. I'm going in the damn shop!" I quietly yelled at my stomach.

I grinned to myself as I pushed the door and a bell softly chimed. Thank goodness she's not here. Though, this is the same shop; since I noticed that there was that weird painting of a guy smiling to my left.

The shop was practically empty, let alone the line! (Well, except for four ladies talking about low-fat recipes for meatloaf while sipping coffee but they were sitting down).

"Hello," I said to the guy with an apron on the other side of the counter.

"Oh, Harry Styles. It's me Brent, remember me?" The dark haired boy answered me. He looked awfully familiar.

"Um from yesterday?" I asked with a Sorry of scrunched up face.

"Yeah! Great you remember me!" He exclaimed. He tossed his head over his shoulder and yelled "Lana! Get your ass out here! There's a customer!"

Lana? Oh shit, you have got to be kidding me.

"I'm sorry!" I female voice hurriedly said as she ran out of the... storage room? I wasn't sure but there were tons of stacked boxes and other boxes on shelves in there.

"Sorry. What can I get for you today?" She gulped, grabbing a Sharpie with one had on the counter and trying to pull her light brown auburn hair away from her glasses with the other.

"Can I get a Tall Caffè Misto, and two Chocolate Croissants?" I answered trying to sound confident. For some reason my heart's racing. Most likely, from the awkwardness.

She nodded timidly and handed Brent a plastic cup and headed over to the pantries.

"Do you want your croissants heated?" She asked me. She was probably scared too; her voice was kinda shaky.

"Yes please"

She quickly shoved two croissants in the oven and pressed a button to heat them. When there was a soft bell, she took the breads out, put them into separate paper bags (you know, those paper things that holds the breads), the two small bags into one bigger bag (this time the one with handles), and handed them to me. It was quickly followed with Brent handing me my hot drink.

I sat down and thought. First of all, she's right there. Might as well do something to make her agree that this beard thing is stupid and irrelevant. (Irrelevant, haha, I think it's fun to say). This is rather hard and easy at the same time. Easy because I'm making her uncomfortable, so she might agree its best we don't fake date, and hard because she's so shy or anxious.

I took a peek at her and she was laughing about something with Brent. I let out a sigh and decided to walk over to the counter and have a chat.

"Um, excuse me, Lana?" I barely managed to let out." Is it, er, okay if we talk?"

"O-oh. Um, I can't right now .Maybe at 9:30 when my shift's over?"

"I'm sorry but I insist we talk right now"

"Well, alright."

She rushed over to Brent and told him something and he nodded. Then she lifted part of the counter and walked over to where I was sitting earlier.

She plopped down on the seat opposite of me. Both of us didn't talk for a while. I stared at her hazel eyes through her glasses. She stared back at me. We stayed like this for a while until I couldn't bear this weird tension anymore!

"So" I said breaking the ice and my gaze. "I heard you were offered to be my beard."

"Oh, yeah."

"So...you gonna take the job?"

Her eyes sort of lit up.

"Oh, yes. It's gonna be such an easy job for so much money! But I'm not sure yet because my parents said no but I'll somehow get them to let me do this-"

"Look, Lana, you're cute-"

"Yeah, sure, cute enough for Will to tell me that you didn't think of me like all those 'regular girls' or something like that"

(Damn, fudging Will!)

"Er, but the point is that, er, I don't want you to be my beard-"

"Look, Harry, I don't really care about what you want. I NEED to be your beard."

"Why?"

"I can't tell you."

"Look, if it's money you want, I'll just give it to you."

"No! I don't want your money! I'll feel guilty that I didn't earn it."

Ugh! I just couldn't get her out of my curls! She was so stubborn!

But I had to keep my cool. I mean, this was the first time we actually talked. I can't just snap at her like that.

I took in a deep breath and exhaled. "Okay. I respect your decision."

"Thank you."

"I got to go," I lied. "The boys, Paul and management are probably looking for me."

I stood up from my chair, carrying my what used to be hot croissant bags and my drink.

"Bye, Harry," she waved to me

"Bye, love," I said.

My last attempt to convince her not to take the job didn't work. She didn't get creeped out when I called her "love".

What a way to start off the morning.

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