A week ago I'd been caught getting cozy with Harry.
Emma wouldn't let me down about anything that'd happen that night.
"Did he kiss you!"
"Perhaps you caught his number?"
"I Didn't know you liked curly haired boys Claire bear"
It was impossible for her to leave the subject alone for more than 30 seconds.
Right after she'd shown up, I excused myself from Harry and I's table, telling them I'd missed a text from my mum.
I Lied. My mum couldn't text if she tried.
The excuse did give me enough time to sneak out and run back home.
Emma wasn't impressed to say the least. She'd told me Harry looked hurt and left on his own when he realized I wasn't coming back. I tried to convince myself it was all an excuse to try and get me and curly locks together, except somewhere inside I felt maybe she was telling the truth.
Was it even possible to hurt a celebrity?
The sun was barely out and I was wide awake, listening to Pixie Lott on my Ipod.
My life felt like a music video whenever I was in silence with my headphones in.
Except Harry was stuck on my mind.
How beautiful his laugh was when he tried to get on my nerves that night.
The way he swept his hair away from his face.
And especially how the taste of his lips still lingered on mine.
I laughed at myself realizing how stupid I sounded obsessing over someone I barely knew.
Stretching my legs out towards the floor, slipping into my jogging shorts and baggy T-Shirt, I walked out my bedroom door, running down the stairs.
7:00am was the time flashing on my ipod.
There was no chance I'd run into anyone who'd snap me back to reality during my routine run through London.
Well, unless Harry Styles was not only a musician, but an athlete.
The wind was cold and refreshing, brushing across my face as my speed grew faster down the roads.
Music filled my ears and for once this entire week, I was focused on nothing.
"Woah, watch where your going mate!" A husky voice said, waking me up from real life.
Whoever I'd just ran into was either extremely tired, or a hard core smoker.
"I'm so sorry, pardon my rudeness. My name's Claire" I smiled shyly, turning off my music.
"Not a problem, didn't realize it was a pretty lady almost knocking me down. I'm Niall, by the way" He laughed shaking my hand, making me blush.
He wasn't exactly my type, but definitely a cute one.
And his Irish accent wasn't to bad either.
"Were you running?" I asked, leaning against a light pole
"Trying, except I'm not the greatest. See my mates are all real buff, so I'm trying to get in shape"
"Ahh, fancy that. You could run with me if you like, maybe catch a tea?" I offered slowly jogging away, seeing if he'd follow.
Within seconds he was by my side, trying to keep a steady pace.
"Don't go hard on me!" He huffed, hitting my arm.
I went into a fit of giggles, running faster, just for the fun of it.
Niall thought It'd be a better idea to cook me up something to eat since most of the local restaurants weren't open considering it was still early.
His house was beautiful from the outside, but surprising on the inside.
The place looked like it could hold a large amount of people, almost like the kind of houses you see on reality shows.
"Niall, are you here with just family or…" I asked trying to polite
"Roomates, lot's of em'" He said turning around to smile at me.
He was trying to crack some eggs for an omelette, very cute.
"I see, any chance I'll meet any of your lads?" I asked sitting on a stool watching him attempt cooking.
Everytime he tried to do something impressive like flip the pan, I'd start laughing like an animal.
"Why, you want me to get you a boyfriend now Claire? Silly girl!"
I whined, 'noooooo!"
"NIALL, IS THIS FINE LADY WITH YOU?" a stranger yelled out coming into the kitchen.
His hair was dark brown covering his face.
Very handsome.
"VASSUP LADY" another chirped in screwing up the back of my hair.
He was tanned, and defiantly fit.
"Boys this is Claire, Claire these are two of my lads, Louis and Zayne"
"Nice to meet cha" I giggled again, waving at the two boys
Since when did I laugh so much?
Niall was stuck cooking up another round of food for the boys who were kept busy talking to me.
"Almost done there buddy?" I asked coming behind his back, wrapping my hands around his neck.
He kissed the top of my forehead, only being friendly, letting me know he'd only be a few more minutes.
Zayne and Louis were whistling behind us, making me blush redder than a cherry.
I could hear someone walking in, except I couldn't see them considering I was still wrapped around Niall, throwing bits of food at his face.
The person was defiantly a guy, probably the same age as us all.
I could feel his eyes were burning into my back.
"Niall, never knew you finally found a girl. Congrats mate, there's a first for everything!" He laughed, slapping hands with Louis and Zayne.
That voice.
That laugh.
It was Harry.
"She ain't my girl yet Harry, just a friend I met runnin' '"
"Her names Claire, don't get any ideas" Niall said trying to be serious, protecting me from Harry.
Almost like a big brother.
Except, little did he know.
I knew Harry, more than I wished I did.
Harry hadn't said a word since Niall said my name until now.
"I have to go, upstairs, to you know…sleep" He told the boys.
They nodded, giving him a wink.
His voice has cracked midway through.
Bitting in my lip, I took a seat back beside the other two boys finishing my plate, insisting I needed to go upstairs to the ladies room.
All 3 boys told me directions and with that, I was gone.
Something inside me told me I needed to talk to Harry.
My heart was racing faster than It ever had with every step I took towards the room that screamed 'Curly Locks'
The door was slightly open, but I didn't want to be rude.
"Harry can I talk to you-" I asked peeking my head inside.
A petite red head was straddling his hips, kissing down the sides of his neck.
I froze.
Harry caught me, but before I could say anything more, I ran.
Saying my goodbyes to Niall, I insisted he meet me at the spot where we'd ran into each other tomorrow morning.
My eyes were swelling and this time when the fresh air hit my face, all I could do was cry.