Save You Tonight

I couldn’t help but laugh at Dory as she started poking the little jelly fish calling it squishy. It was Saturday and I was dressed up, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave my flat I was being a bit lazy. I was currently laid out on my couch, Thai food take out scattered on the coffee table in front of me and a pile of my Pixar film collection took a position next to the flat screen. I already made my way through A Bugs Life and was currently watching Finding Nemo.

As Dory and Marlon made their way through the school of jelly fish, I couldn’t help but allow my mind to wonder to a certain curly hair boy. I was reluctant to admit that he left quite an impression of me, being that he still had my mind wondering to him two days after meeting him. I couldn’t help but think he purposely picked up the wrong phone, but at the same time why would he put himself through the unnecessary trouble of returning my phone back to me and getting back his phone. Plus he wouldn’t risk the chance of me being some undercover obsessed fan that would hold his phone hostage. I cringed at the thought of being one of those girls; I swear they had like no self respect for themselves. At that moment my phone decided to buzz, indicating a new text. I peered down at the caller ID to see it was from Michelle.

Google Harry Styles mystery girl now, is there something you’re not telling me? ;]

I furrowed my eyebrow in confusion at the text message, but I got up to retrieve my laptop anyways. It wasn’t long before it was loaded and I was opening up a new internet tab. I wasted no time in googling what Michelle had texted me two minutes prior. I clicked the first link that popped up and I ended up on a website called Sugarscape. My eyes skipped down to the article and I couldn’t help but allow my jaw to drop and my eyes to pop out my head as I read the words of the page.

Is another fifth of One Direction taken? Looks like Zayn, Liam and Louis aren’t the only one sporting a fit female on their arm. Two days ago Harry Styles was spotted outside a sandwich shop looking quite cozy in the arms of a dark haired lady. Harry sported a huge grin as they shared an embrace and the female in question also had a smile of her own on her face. It didn’t stop there however, after he ended the hug he pulled her back and kissed her cheek. Who know Harry Styles was such a little romantic. Looks like she has fire in her though, flicking off the cheeky heartthrob, she’s got our vote. As the pictures show, she looks like she’s around Harry’s age. After his relationship with Caroline Flack is he finally finished chasing after cougars? Seem like he’s settling with a kitten. Who is this mystery girl? Is she taking Mr. Styles of the market?

Under the article were multiple pictures of Harry and myself. There were even pictures of me eating my lunch. I rubbed my eyes before looking back at my computer screen, hoping what I just read was just a pigment of my imagination. However, what I just read was completely real. I throw my face down into my palms and let out a scream. What the hell was this? I was most definitely was not his new mystery girl. Can’t a girl simply swap phones with a guy without people thinking there was something going on between them? I reached for my phone, angrily replying back to Michelle’s earlier text.

This is complete rubbish Chelly

I turned my attention back towards my laptop, where the false article was sitting there silently mocking me. I slammed the laptop closed and pushed myself off the couch, turning off my abandoned movie in the process. I needed air. I made my way towards my room to grab the first pair of shoes I could find that matched my outfit. Grabbing my bag, I turned off my room lights and made my way back towards the living room to grab my phone. Phone in hand I made my way towards my flat door. Locking my door, I thought against using the elevator I was only on the second floor anyways.

I was only on the first floor landing when I heard voices float up from below. I didn’t think much of it, being that it wasn’t like I was the only one living in this complex. As I got closer to the ground floor, the voices started to sound a little familiar. My eyebrows scrunched up at this. I didn’t associate with the people in my complex, so who was talking on the ground floor that I possibly knew? As I rounded the landing and made my way down the last pair of short stairs my question was answered. I couldn’t help but glare at the people that were ahead of me.

“You have to be bloody kidding me!” I exclaimed.

The group turned in my direction after hearing my voice. My thoughts were once again confirmed as I caught sight of his face. Standing in front of me was none other than Harry Styles himself. Accompanying him, was the sailor looking boy that was a part of his boy band and an older looking man that I could have sworn was the owner of the complex. The two boy banders looked at me in shock, obviously not expecting me to be in here. I didn’t care that they were shocked at my presence. All I cared about was what was he doing in this flat complex, I was pretty damn sure that he didn’t live here. I starred at the pair, a frown on my lips. The sailor boy was the first to snap out of his shock.

“CORALINE!” He shouted, before hurling towards me and swopping me up into a hug.

I couldn’t help but laugh and hug him back, he was to childlike not too, “Hello, I feel like a class-A twat I forgot your name.”

“That’s okay it’s refreshing. The names Louis, but you can call me Tommo because you’re cool.” He replied with a wide grin as he released me.

“Well Tommo, may I ask what are you doing here?” I shifted my gaze back over to Harry, who sent me a full pledge smirk which only caused me to scowl at him.

“We were flat hunting, and it looks like we just found the perfect one” He clapped his hands slightly, “but stay right here I’ll be right back”

He bounced back over to where Harry was shooting me a look filled with amusement and mischief. I could tell my jaw was practically on my floor at this point and my eyes were once again popping out of my head. I was starting to feel like I was in a horribly cheesy fan fiction. This simply could not be happening to me. I left my flat for air, to get away from that taunting article of lies. Yet here I was, standing in the complex lobby watching my landlord hand over a pair of keys to Harry before walking away. This couldn’t be happening, out of the entire complexes in London, he so happens to pick this one to make his new home.

“Close your mouth love, you might catch flies.” Harry teased.

I snapped my jaw close and glared in his direction, “Sod off why don’t you.”

“Looks like we have a firecracker as a neighbor, eh Lou?” Harry said, glancing over to Louis.

“Hush up Hazza, before you scare here off.” Louis said common to my defense, I shot him a grateful smile.

“Thank you Tommo, I knew there was a reason I liked you better than Him” I said, sticking my tongue out at Harry.

This caused Harry to glare slightly in my direction, which caused me to chuckle.

“Anyways, what are you up to love, we were about to go watch a film tag along” Louis asked, shooting me a puppy dog look.

I was tempted to say no, to whip the smug look that was on the curly haired boy face. Yet, I didn’t want to be mean to Louis. He seemed so much like a child and his puppy dog look was making me sway into changing my decision into yes, it wasn’t like I had any other solid plans anyways. I let out a deep breath before nodding my head yes, a little reluctantly. A wide grin spread across Louis faces before he linked his arms into mine dragging towards me the complex doors. The article popped into my head, and I quickly pulled Louis to a stop.

“The last time I was in public with curly, I was photographed I’m rather not be again” I said glaring over at Harry, while Louis looked over at us in confusion.

“Don’t worry love. We’re not going to be in public this time.” He shot me a wink.

I couldn’t stop the slight chill that made its way up my back as I took in the look he was giving me. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to him a bit, and the look he was giving me wasn’t helping my case. I can tell he knew exactly that, by the mischievous smirk that slowly made its way onto his face. He had something up his sleeves, and I would be a damn fool if I didn’t realize that.