Warned
Night time fright
I stood there dumbfounded for what felt like hours. After thawing out my frozen muscles, I slowly started to make my way up the stairs to the loft. I glanced around the room, realizing Harry wasn't there. I suddenly hear the noise of the shower star, making me jump from the door I was next to. Now's my chance! He won't even know!
I quickly made my way downstairs, running toward the door and throwing it open. I ran to the elevator like a mad woman, not caring if any if the residents heard my feet clomping like a horse down the hallway. The elevator doors were starting to close so threw myself through them, running straight into the arms of another stranger.
I glance up slowly to be met with a pair of smoldering brown eyes. I quickly backed up to the opposite side of the elevator avoiding all other eye contact with the attractive man.
"You didn't have to throw yourself at me to get my attention, I would have said hello anyways," the brown haired boy said while chuckling. I blushed deeply looking up to see him staring straight into my eyes.
"I just had to make sure I got your attention," I joked back at him. He seemed so gentle.. So kind. It was like I was drawn toward him.
I was too distracted to even realize he was talking to me again.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I asked, embarrassed as my cheeks flushed a light pink.
"I said my names Liam. And yours?" He said smiling a smile that could put any boy at my school to shame, while sticking his hand out for me to shake it.
"My names Lydia, it's very nice to me you Liam." I couldn't help but smile as I took his hand in mine and shook it gently. His hands were so soft that I had to resist with all my being not to bring it up to my cheek and feel it's warmth.
As he withdrew his hand, a shy smile crept onto his face.
"It's not as nice as meeting you, love." I knew something was different about him! It was the accent!
"Where are you from?" I mindlessly asked before realizing what I said.
"Woverhampton. It's in the UK. And yourself?" He replied, seeming like he actually wanted to know.
"I was actually born in this city and grew up in the surrounding suburbs." At this point we were chatting easily in the lobby of Harry's building. Oh no. Harry.
"Umm I-I have t-to go! It was r-really nice meeting you Liam!" I said before bolting out the lobby doors. I ran into the nearest ally, trying to get as much distance from the building as possible. Especially a building that contained Harry.
It's not that I'm not grateful for what he did. I just can't be around anyone who tries to help me. I don't deserve help. I'm nothing but fat, ugly and useless. No guy has ever shown any affection for me, so having both Harry and Liam show some interest in me, I had to run.
After running through darkened alleys for a good 15 minutes I figure I'm far enough away that Harry won't find me. I slow my pace and make my way to the main sidewalks, catching my breathe that's coming out in small huffs. I notice a small 24 hour diner tucked between two larger buildings, and make my way toward it. As I enter the small restaurant I feel safe, unlike earlier that night. I situate myself at a small booth and wait for my waiter.
"Hiya darlin! My names Franny and ima take care of you tonight! Okay sweet cheeks? Here's your menu! What can I get yah to drink?" Everything she says is accompanied with an enthusiastic smile, which I can't fathom how she has at this time in the morning.
"Umm, can I just have a water please? And could you please tell me what time it is?" I ask timidly, never really making full eye contact. Why can't I just be a normal person who knows how to make a decent and un-awkward conversation? I scold myself internally as she pulls out a small phone from here pocket and checks the time.
"It's 3:56 right now darlin! Not a good time for yah to be roamin' the streets! Especially with that innocent smile of yours!" There we go again with that word. Innocent. If only people could look in my brain and see I'm quite the opposite.
"Uh, thanks," I answer back emotionlessly as she turns to go fetch my water. Does she suspect I've run away? Do a lot of depressed teenagers come to seek relaxation in this diner just like I have? My mind won't stop asking questions that I can't answer on my own.
"Here yah are darlin!" She said while setting the cool glass of water on the table for me. "Now what would yah like to eat, hmm?" She asked me while pulling out a pen and tiny white pad of paper. I quickly glanced over the menu and ordered the first thing that sounded appetizing.
"I'll have the uhh, chocolate chip pancakes please." I say quietly as she scribbled on her pad of paper.
"Of course! They'll be right out!" She rushed back to the kitchen, leaving me with my thoughts.
Why can't my life be simple? One that doesn't involve self doubt in everything I do. My friends tell me I'm one of the funniest, carefree people they know, but I wish I could hear what they really think of me. On almost every occasion I've been with them, I slip in a comment about how I hate the way my body looks, but they always brush it of saying I'm beautiful.
My thinking was interrupted by the sound of the restaurant doors opening. I glance over to see the back of a boy who had a head full of disheveled curls. Immediately I freeze, believing it's Harry, but I calm down thinking about the almost impossible chance it's him.
This guy is dressed in a simple white t-shirt, most likely a v-neck, and a pair of dark wash skinny jeans that hang over his scuffed up white converses. This can't be Harry. I keep chanting that over and over again, willing myself to believe it.
He saunters over to the counter where he takes a seat on one of the squishy, leather stools. He sinks his head into his hands, shaking his head back and forth. Whatever this boys been through really seems to have affected him..
"Here yah are darlin!" I jump at the sudden sound of Franny setting down my pancakes in front of me.
"Um, thanks." I say, giving her a fake smile, one that I've mastered lately.
I begin to cut up my pancakes when I hear the voice I dreaded hearing come from the seat almost adjacent to my booth.
*Harry's Point of view*
How could she have run away like that? As soon as I leave her for a minute she bolts. I don't even know why I care this much! I guess it has to do with the fact I pretty much get any girl, no matter how old or "out of my limits". This is bullshit!
"Why hello Harry! Rough night, sweet cheeks?" Ugh, Franny. I totally forgot about this meaningless shag. I glance up to see her with the biggest smile plastered on her face, and boobs nearly entirely out of her tiny uniform.
"Can I just have a black coffee?" I ask rudely, not caring if I hurt her feelings, seeing that mine have already been hurt tonight.
"Of course!" She screeches, seeming unfazed by the coldness on my face and in my voice.
I heavily sigh, rubbing my face with my palms. this is getting ridiculous. No matter what I do, girls always come back.
Except for one.
I turn around in my seat, going to go to the bathroom, but I freeze when I see the blonde curls cowering in the corner of a booth. Before I even see the face I know it's her. I slowly make my way over to the booth, sliding into the seat across from her.
She finally looks up from her pancakes, staring at me with those mesmerizing blue eyes of hers. The fear is still present in them, identical to what they looked like earlier that night.
"Hello beautiful."
I quickly made my way downstairs, running toward the door and throwing it open. I ran to the elevator like a mad woman, not caring if any if the residents heard my feet clomping like a horse down the hallway. The elevator doors were starting to close so threw myself through them, running straight into the arms of another stranger.
I glance up slowly to be met with a pair of smoldering brown eyes. I quickly backed up to the opposite side of the elevator avoiding all other eye contact with the attractive man.
"You didn't have to throw yourself at me to get my attention, I would have said hello anyways," the brown haired boy said while chuckling. I blushed deeply looking up to see him staring straight into my eyes.
"I just had to make sure I got your attention," I joked back at him. He seemed so gentle.. So kind. It was like I was drawn toward him.
I was too distracted to even realize he was talking to me again.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I asked, embarrassed as my cheeks flushed a light pink.
"I said my names Liam. And yours?" He said smiling a smile that could put any boy at my school to shame, while sticking his hand out for me to shake it.
"My names Lydia, it's very nice to me you Liam." I couldn't help but smile as I took his hand in mine and shook it gently. His hands were so soft that I had to resist with all my being not to bring it up to my cheek and feel it's warmth.
As he withdrew his hand, a shy smile crept onto his face.
"It's not as nice as meeting you, love." I knew something was different about him! It was the accent!
"Where are you from?" I mindlessly asked before realizing what I said.
"Woverhampton. It's in the UK. And yourself?" He replied, seeming like he actually wanted to know.
"I was actually born in this city and grew up in the surrounding suburbs." At this point we were chatting easily in the lobby of Harry's building. Oh no. Harry.
"Umm I-I have t-to go! It was r-really nice meeting you Liam!" I said before bolting out the lobby doors. I ran into the nearest ally, trying to get as much distance from the building as possible. Especially a building that contained Harry.
It's not that I'm not grateful for what he did. I just can't be around anyone who tries to help me. I don't deserve help. I'm nothing but fat, ugly and useless. No guy has ever shown any affection for me, so having both Harry and Liam show some interest in me, I had to run.
After running through darkened alleys for a good 15 minutes I figure I'm far enough away that Harry won't find me. I slow my pace and make my way to the main sidewalks, catching my breathe that's coming out in small huffs. I notice a small 24 hour diner tucked between two larger buildings, and make my way toward it. As I enter the small restaurant I feel safe, unlike earlier that night. I situate myself at a small booth and wait for my waiter.
"Hiya darlin! My names Franny and ima take care of you tonight! Okay sweet cheeks? Here's your menu! What can I get yah to drink?" Everything she says is accompanied with an enthusiastic smile, which I can't fathom how she has at this time in the morning.
"Umm, can I just have a water please? And could you please tell me what time it is?" I ask timidly, never really making full eye contact. Why can't I just be a normal person who knows how to make a decent and un-awkward conversation? I scold myself internally as she pulls out a small phone from here pocket and checks the time.
"It's 3:56 right now darlin! Not a good time for yah to be roamin' the streets! Especially with that innocent smile of yours!" There we go again with that word. Innocent. If only people could look in my brain and see I'm quite the opposite.
"Uh, thanks," I answer back emotionlessly as she turns to go fetch my water. Does she suspect I've run away? Do a lot of depressed teenagers come to seek relaxation in this diner just like I have? My mind won't stop asking questions that I can't answer on my own.
"Here yah are darlin!" She said while setting the cool glass of water on the table for me. "Now what would yah like to eat, hmm?" She asked me while pulling out a pen and tiny white pad of paper. I quickly glanced over the menu and ordered the first thing that sounded appetizing.
"I'll have the uhh, chocolate chip pancakes please." I say quietly as she scribbled on her pad of paper.
"Of course! They'll be right out!" She rushed back to the kitchen, leaving me with my thoughts.
Why can't my life be simple? One that doesn't involve self doubt in everything I do. My friends tell me I'm one of the funniest, carefree people they know, but I wish I could hear what they really think of me. On almost every occasion I've been with them, I slip in a comment about how I hate the way my body looks, but they always brush it of saying I'm beautiful.
My thinking was interrupted by the sound of the restaurant doors opening. I glance over to see the back of a boy who had a head full of disheveled curls. Immediately I freeze, believing it's Harry, but I calm down thinking about the almost impossible chance it's him.
This guy is dressed in a simple white t-shirt, most likely a v-neck, and a pair of dark wash skinny jeans that hang over his scuffed up white converses. This can't be Harry. I keep chanting that over and over again, willing myself to believe it.
He saunters over to the counter where he takes a seat on one of the squishy, leather stools. He sinks his head into his hands, shaking his head back and forth. Whatever this boys been through really seems to have affected him..
"Here yah are darlin!" I jump at the sudden sound of Franny setting down my pancakes in front of me.
"Um, thanks." I say, giving her a fake smile, one that I've mastered lately.
I begin to cut up my pancakes when I hear the voice I dreaded hearing come from the seat almost adjacent to my booth.
*Harry's Point of view*
How could she have run away like that? As soon as I leave her for a minute she bolts. I don't even know why I care this much! I guess it has to do with the fact I pretty much get any girl, no matter how old or "out of my limits". This is bullshit!
"Why hello Harry! Rough night, sweet cheeks?" Ugh, Franny. I totally forgot about this meaningless shag. I glance up to see her with the biggest smile plastered on her face, and boobs nearly entirely out of her tiny uniform.
"Can I just have a black coffee?" I ask rudely, not caring if I hurt her feelings, seeing that mine have already been hurt tonight.
"Of course!" She screeches, seeming unfazed by the coldness on my face and in my voice.
I heavily sigh, rubbing my face with my palms. this is getting ridiculous. No matter what I do, girls always come back.
Except for one.
I turn around in my seat, going to go to the bathroom, but I freeze when I see the blonde curls cowering in the corner of a booth. Before I even see the face I know it's her. I slowly make my way over to the booth, sliding into the seat across from her.
She finally looks up from her pancakes, staring at me with those mesmerizing blue eyes of hers. The fear is still present in them, identical to what they looked like earlier that night.
"Hello beautiful."
Notes
Ayeeee! I'm proud of myself! Three chapters in one day! Not like I have better plans.. But anyways! Hope you guys like this chapter, it just kinda flowed through me! And I incorporated Liam ;)-Lydia
10/21/13