Curls, Curls, and more Curls
Called
7:00 p.m. 3 Months Later
It was May now, menaing I had been in London for a little over 4 months. My job was going well, I was impressing my boss to the point that I had went from an low paid intern to a high paid intern. At the flat, Blake had moved out due to the fact that it was woman territory and didn't like that non of them were hooking up with him. Jone, she hardly was in the flat because of her "secret" life she kept from us. So it was mostly me and Rachael who lived there. She though had moved into Blake's room due to the fact she had started seeing some British guy and made it perfectly clear they were going to bang each others brains out almost every night. Speaking of british guys. It had been 3 Months since I heard from Harry.
Last thing I remember of that night was him trying to take me home so he could bang my brain out. But I haven't heard from him since. He was currently on a tour in Australia but you would think he might send little text to me here and there right? Nope. To make it worst, he was in the stories twice of going on dates with a gorgeous Australian model. The second one was just a bunch of gossip of him sleeping around like crazy after clubbing on off nights.
Rachael tried to comfort me that he would call me when they get back, but I didn't really need the comfort. Harry and I went on ONE date, just one. It wasn't like we fell dramatically in love once we saw each other and vowed that we would always be together forever! I mean yeah it was a little stupid for him to ask for my number and then not use it. Rachael thought it was bigger than that and was constantly making sure I wasn't going to go insane and be put in a insane asylum.
Next Day
Surprising how you think someone can forget about you in just three months, but they end up calling you right in the middle of talking to your boss at work. Yep, it was Styles. After excusing the phone call from my boss I answered the unknown number, and to my surprise it was Harry. He was back in town after his tour and was wondering if I was still in London. With that being said, I came up with a really mean joke that I was going to play on him. To be honest I really didn't want to see this guy. Yes, he was famous, attractive, british and charming but i wasn't into those things. So I told him I had flown back to America. He sounded a bit shocked and said goodbye. I was NEVER ever going to tell Rachael about this or she would kill me.
"OH MY GOD GIRL! YOU'RE ON FIRE!" Rachael screamed as I told her the good news. "You are like making better progress than me!" She was talking about how after I was rudely interupted while talking to my boss (Didn't tell why) my boss had said he was a little sad he had to delay my promotion. Yes, a promotion! I was now assistant to him instead of being an intern who got the staff coffee, filed paper work, brought mail and just sat there doing nothing. I was ecstatic. "We are going to celebrate!" She demanded.
So that night, we had dressed up for a night of dancing at one of the hottest clubs in downtown London. I was actually pretty excited. I mean I was already feeling pretty good and thought what the heck! I was going to just have a fun night. But it got pretty awkward when a really weird British man with really greasy hair, who smelt of garlic and cheese, tried to buy me a drink. I kept refusing him and telling him I don't drink but he wasn't getting the hint until another chick walked by and he quickly got up and left. Good thing too because Rachael was ready to smash her glass on his head. She kept muttering stupid ass perve over and over again to me. I could tell that ticked her off a bit and ruined the night a little bit for her.
"C'mon, let's go dance." I grabbed her wrist and dragged her over to the dance floor.
"If I fall over because of how tipsy I am. Try and not let the crowd stomp on me." She said worried of the many bodies on the dance floor practically groping everyone around us.
"Okay and if a guy tries to get all up in my business, than tell him I'm yours." I winked at her and she began to laugh. It had become a little joke because one night she had asked if I was lesbian due to the fact that I am not a big fan of man attention. I wasn't a lesbian, but every time a guy tried to put the moves on me she insisted that he was touching her girl.
We were dancing together until she started getting down with a guy. She was still a couple feet a way while I was dancing. I was enjoying the music and was drunk enough on my happyness to not care what anybody thought of my dance moves. The absents of a dance partner soon had brought another body behind me. We had started dancing into each other. I wasn't caring to look back and see who this random guy was but something inside me just felt like I should see who he was. So i turned around.
"Oh." Was all I could say when I saw the curly haired boy standing there.
"I believe you are in America, well that was what you told me when I called you to see if you wanted to go clubbing with me." He seemed pissed.
"Well what if I didn't want to see you." I snapped.
"If you didn't want to you could have just told me, or have told me at the pub that you weren't into it." He seemed really irritated but something in his eyes showed me that he was enjoying this a bit.
" Well I just thought you were going to forget me on your little tour and I believe you were seeing a model from Australia." The corners of his mouth your starting to twitch.
"You are jealous of the attention I get from women due to me being famous. You feel intimidated don't you." He was getting a little too close to me.
"No, I don't. I can care less on your fame and the girls. I honestly don't care about that."
"Stop denying it Bricklyn. You know you just don't want to be another one of my million fans out there dying just to get my attention. You already had a chance but I will give you another one, just come with me to my house." He was whispering in my ear and was close enough for me to push him off.
"EW! Hell am I not. I am not going to go over to your house you sick...demented...ugh just ew!" I couldn't help but feel satisfaction with his surprised facial expression of not having a girl who wants to sleep with him.
"Why no?" He demanded.
"I am not one of those slutty ass girls that you sleep with constanly!" I was ready to give him the final blow to keep him off of me. "Plus I am still a virign."
He started to laugh. "You're a virgin! What kind of guys have you been dating?" This startled me. He was suppose to walk away. Instead he is sitting here laughing.
"Yes I am a virgin. And that shall be non of your business!" I was a little insulted. The guys I dated were...well....I only dated one guy and he didn't push that shit on me, mostly because we were 14.
"Don't be affended. I am just saying they were stupid to not have sex with you. You're hot."
"What if I didn't want to have sex with them? What if I like being a virgin?" I was blushing from his comment.
"No one likes being a virgin. You are just probably scared to actually have a man show you up." Harry was getting dangerously seductive, his hands were on my waist and we were swaying together to the music. His lips were back towards my ears whispering.
"Um no, I honestly like being a virgin." I took a step back showing I was ready to leave.
"Okay, I am going to stop this talk before things get heated up."
"I am going anyways, you're getting to grabby." I said as I searched to find Rachael. She was dancing with another guy and she had been watching us the whole entire time. I started towards her until Harry grabbed my arm.
"Tomorrow when I call you, don't tell me you're in America again." He whispered into my ear and than dropped his grasp and walk off towards his friend.
I walked over to Rachael knowing I was going to have to tell her all about what we were talking about. But right now was not the place and I was already coming down from our conversation and could feel fatigueness setting in.
"Let's go please." I asked and she nodded following me out.
As we were heading I ended up going on about today from the phone call (which I knew she was going to get pissed off about what I told the boy) all the way to the last thing he said.
She punched me after I finished. "OW! What was that for?" I rubbed my arm at the spot she punched me.
"For telling that poor boy you left London." She barked.
"I didn't want to see him!" I argued.
"What part of hell do you not want to see him? Bricklyn this guy has millions of females begging for one second of his attention when he wants to see you!"
"I don't care about his fame and all those girls. I have no desire to chase after him and show him that I am one of them." But right as I said that, I realized that I was getting a little won over. Only a tad bit. But I was surely not going to tell Harry that.
It was May now, menaing I had been in London for a little over 4 months. My job was going well, I was impressing my boss to the point that I had went from an low paid intern to a high paid intern. At the flat, Blake had moved out due to the fact that it was woman territory and didn't like that non of them were hooking up with him. Jone, she hardly was in the flat because of her "secret" life she kept from us. So it was mostly me and Rachael who lived there. She though had moved into Blake's room due to the fact she had started seeing some British guy and made it perfectly clear they were going to bang each others brains out almost every night. Speaking of british guys. It had been 3 Months since I heard from Harry.
Last thing I remember of that night was him trying to take me home so he could bang my brain out. But I haven't heard from him since. He was currently on a tour in Australia but you would think he might send little text to me here and there right? Nope. To make it worst, he was in the stories twice of going on dates with a gorgeous Australian model. The second one was just a bunch of gossip of him sleeping around like crazy after clubbing on off nights.
Rachael tried to comfort me that he would call me when they get back, but I didn't really need the comfort. Harry and I went on ONE date, just one. It wasn't like we fell dramatically in love once we saw each other and vowed that we would always be together forever! I mean yeah it was a little stupid for him to ask for my number and then not use it. Rachael thought it was bigger than that and was constantly making sure I wasn't going to go insane and be put in a insane asylum.
Next Day
Surprising how you think someone can forget about you in just three months, but they end up calling you right in the middle of talking to your boss at work. Yep, it was Styles. After excusing the phone call from my boss I answered the unknown number, and to my surprise it was Harry. He was back in town after his tour and was wondering if I was still in London. With that being said, I came up with a really mean joke that I was going to play on him. To be honest I really didn't want to see this guy. Yes, he was famous, attractive, british and charming but i wasn't into those things. So I told him I had flown back to America. He sounded a bit shocked and said goodbye. I was NEVER ever going to tell Rachael about this or she would kill me.
"OH MY GOD GIRL! YOU'RE ON FIRE!" Rachael screamed as I told her the good news. "You are like making better progress than me!" She was talking about how after I was rudely interupted while talking to my boss (Didn't tell why) my boss had said he was a little sad he had to delay my promotion. Yes, a promotion! I was now assistant to him instead of being an intern who got the staff coffee, filed paper work, brought mail and just sat there doing nothing. I was ecstatic. "We are going to celebrate!" She demanded.
So that night, we had dressed up for a night of dancing at one of the hottest clubs in downtown London. I was actually pretty excited. I mean I was already feeling pretty good and thought what the heck! I was going to just have a fun night. But it got pretty awkward when a really weird British man with really greasy hair, who smelt of garlic and cheese, tried to buy me a drink. I kept refusing him and telling him I don't drink but he wasn't getting the hint until another chick walked by and he quickly got up and left. Good thing too because Rachael was ready to smash her glass on his head. She kept muttering stupid ass perve over and over again to me. I could tell that ticked her off a bit and ruined the night a little bit for her.
"C'mon, let's go dance." I grabbed her wrist and dragged her over to the dance floor.
"If I fall over because of how tipsy I am. Try and not let the crowd stomp on me." She said worried of the many bodies on the dance floor practically groping everyone around us.
"Okay and if a guy tries to get all up in my business, than tell him I'm yours." I winked at her and she began to laugh. It had become a little joke because one night she had asked if I was lesbian due to the fact that I am not a big fan of man attention. I wasn't a lesbian, but every time a guy tried to put the moves on me she insisted that he was touching her girl.
We were dancing together until she started getting down with a guy. She was still a couple feet a way while I was dancing. I was enjoying the music and was drunk enough on my happyness to not care what anybody thought of my dance moves. The absents of a dance partner soon had brought another body behind me. We had started dancing into each other. I wasn't caring to look back and see who this random guy was but something inside me just felt like I should see who he was. So i turned around.
"Oh." Was all I could say when I saw the curly haired boy standing there.
"I believe you are in America, well that was what you told me when I called you to see if you wanted to go clubbing with me." He seemed pissed.
"Well what if I didn't want to see you." I snapped.
"If you didn't want to you could have just told me, or have told me at the pub that you weren't into it." He seemed really irritated but something in his eyes showed me that he was enjoying this a bit.
" Well I just thought you were going to forget me on your little tour and I believe you were seeing a model from Australia." The corners of his mouth your starting to twitch.
"You are jealous of the attention I get from women due to me being famous. You feel intimidated don't you." He was getting a little too close to me.
"No, I don't. I can care less on your fame and the girls. I honestly don't care about that."
"Stop denying it Bricklyn. You know you just don't want to be another one of my million fans out there dying just to get my attention. You already had a chance but I will give you another one, just come with me to my house." He was whispering in my ear and was close enough for me to push him off.
"EW! Hell am I not. I am not going to go over to your house you sick...demented...ugh just ew!" I couldn't help but feel satisfaction with his surprised facial expression of not having a girl who wants to sleep with him.
"Why no?" He demanded.
"I am not one of those slutty ass girls that you sleep with constanly!" I was ready to give him the final blow to keep him off of me. "Plus I am still a virign."
He started to laugh. "You're a virgin! What kind of guys have you been dating?" This startled me. He was suppose to walk away. Instead he is sitting here laughing.
"Yes I am a virgin. And that shall be non of your business!" I was a little insulted. The guys I dated were...well....I only dated one guy and he didn't push that shit on me, mostly because we were 14.
"Don't be affended. I am just saying they were stupid to not have sex with you. You're hot."
"What if I didn't want to have sex with them? What if I like being a virgin?" I was blushing from his comment.
"No one likes being a virgin. You are just probably scared to actually have a man show you up." Harry was getting dangerously seductive, his hands were on my waist and we were swaying together to the music. His lips were back towards my ears whispering.
"Um no, I honestly like being a virgin." I took a step back showing I was ready to leave.
"Okay, I am going to stop this talk before things get heated up."
"I am going anyways, you're getting to grabby." I said as I searched to find Rachael. She was dancing with another guy and she had been watching us the whole entire time. I started towards her until Harry grabbed my arm.
"Tomorrow when I call you, don't tell me you're in America again." He whispered into my ear and than dropped his grasp and walk off towards his friend.
I walked over to Rachael knowing I was going to have to tell her all about what we were talking about. But right now was not the place and I was already coming down from our conversation and could feel fatigueness setting in.
"Let's go please." I asked and she nodded following me out.
As we were heading I ended up going on about today from the phone call (which I knew she was going to get pissed off about what I told the boy) all the way to the last thing he said.
She punched me after I finished. "OW! What was that for?" I rubbed my arm at the spot she punched me.
"For telling that poor boy you left London." She barked.
"I didn't want to see him!" I argued.
"What part of hell do you not want to see him? Bricklyn this guy has millions of females begging for one second of his attention when he wants to see you!"
"I don't care about his fame and all those girls. I have no desire to chase after him and show him that I am one of them." But right as I said that, I realized that I was getting a little won over. Only a tad bit. But I was surely not going to tell Harry that.
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