This Is So Weird..
Chapter 1
She walked through the cafe, scanning the people as she did so. She always did this, when she came to this regular chill spot. Charlie heard a man yell out her order, and without hesitation rushed up the counter,"Thanks-So-much!" she thanked. Charlie usually would give tips, but today, service was just awful. Overall the frappe was great! It's just the time she'd spent awaiting it was astonishing. She'd wondered why so many people, girls in fact- were pilling into the shop. It was just a Saturday! Charlie sat down at a table that had been vacant, and sipped her caffeinated drink lightly.
Charlie had been an exceptionally good-looking girl. With her teeth that lined perfectly, her curly brunette hair that she could never seem to tame at times, her soft pink lips that were slightly covered in chap-stick, and her alluring grey eyes, that gleamed. She'd have to give credit to her Native father and her Asian mother.
She had just moved to London, for educational purposes. She'd heard that there were also a few stars living down here, but she never really paid attention to that. Charlie was always just so caught up into studying. In fact, she was reading a book right then in the shop, until she heard a few whispers, one scream, and a whole lot of eyes staring at her table. She peaked up to see a smiling man, tall and lean, she wouldn't lie, he had a damn good figure. Her eyes glued on his body, and then torn to his face. Charlie had almost spit out her drink, to the sight of what was before her. A man, that was rich and famous, very well-known, and known to be as smooth as Micheal Jackson's moonwalk. It was Harry Styles. The man who could get any girl out of their panties in a second. The man who was the last person she'd ever thought she would be seeing in such a run-down cafe. She gave him a questioning look, which was answered with a chuckle.
"Mind if I sit here? This place is very crowded.." He asked politely. Charlie had gestured for him to sit down at the seat before her, and he did so, smiling brightly. She had tried to pay him not a penny worth of attention, but the way his voice rang in her ears said otherwise. Her mind kept on drifting to the fact that she's sitting with the famous Harry Edward Styles, 1 out of 5 of the boys in the world-known band One Direction. She couldn't focus on her book, so she sat it down on the table, and clicked her nails on the table, as if she was impatient. But she was, she was ready to finish her drink and go, because if she just up and leave, that would be rude. He cleared his throat, gaining her attention. "Hello there, I'm Harry." she rolled her eyes, "I've heard." she retorted. "Well, well.." he smiled picking up her book,"You read this?" He turned the book to face her, and the title read, '50 Shades Of Grey'. A blush spread across her face, as she snatched the book from his hands, and put it in her bag,"Yes.. What's it to you?" she answered, closing the bag and sipping her drink once more, avoiding eye-contact with him. "Well.. It's an erotic book.." he stated obviously,"Again, I've heard.." she repeated, pulling out her phone, and scrolling through her Tumblr. "Well.. Why are you reading it?" he asked, leaning in closer to her. Charlie finished her drink, and put it down on the table, putting her full attention into her phone, and then analyzing her answer,"It's name has been tossed around, here, and there. So it's basically suggestive fun..." Harry's eyes burned into her, and a smirk played around his lips, "Suggestive fun?" he mocked more than asked,"Yeah, you see, it's a book that's been suggested by many people, and it's name has been tossed around, like it's a game. So it's all just suggestive fun. That's what I call it anyway.." She shrugged. He looked at her with a different look, one more interesting, but he seemed to play it off,"I never got your name.." he asked, tilting his head. She sighed and looked up from her phone with a look that seemed unamused,"I'm Charlie Selvanah" She explained. He smiled, and looked at her phone. "I like you, Charlie.." she couldn't help, but have a small blush appear on her face,"Can I talk to you again sometime?" she grinned,"We haven't even talked for an hour, I'm positive I won't even see you again!" she snorted, about to walk out, but he grasped her wrist tightly,"I was just asking for your number, love. Not your car!" he joked.
Charlie hesitated before pulling out a pen and scribbling her number on his arm, gaining a smirk from the brunette. "Talk to you soon, Charlie.." he whispered huskily. She felt a rush course through her body, and her neck hair stand on end. His voice sounded so weird, yet all too familiar. She threw the empty cup into the trash, and then walked out, feeling the cool brisk breeze of London's Summer air hit her skin. Charlie inhaled some of the air, hoping it would clear her mind from the curly-haired pop-star. She looked left, then right, then left again before crossing the street. Charlie looked back at the cafe to see Harry being mobbed by girls, of God knows what ages- who were awaiting for their time to strike. She chuckled to herself, as she reached the other side of the crosswalk.
Charlie had settled into her house, wearing her workout clothes, while she did such. She was on one of those bicycle things you'd used to ride in place. She eventually felt her phone buzz. Charlie looked down and saw the person who was calling.
Harry..
She clicked the, 'Answer' button and stopped working out. "Hello?" she heard someone say through her headphones,"Yes..?" Charlie asked,"Is this Charlie?" the voiced asked. She faced palmed herself,"Who else would it be, moron." she replied,"HEY!" His voice made her body jump, in awareness, and it was so thick and demanding,"Respect costs a little and is worth a lot. I want your undivided attention. I want you to look nice, nothing to formal, I'm taking you out tonight." Harry said, unconcerned,"I'll swing by at 5:30, it's 4:00, hurry up. What's your address?" he asked,"Wow, you're not even going to let me get my say in this?!" she jeered. Charlie could heard him grit his teeth over the phone,"Okay, Okay.." he replied with a tone of cheekiness in his voice. Okay, what was wrong with him?
"I'd like to take you out tonight, at 5:00, maybe? I just wanted to say that if you agree, please wear something not too formal. I'd make tonight.." His voice got more gruff,"Special.." she felt her body feel flimsy. "Edwood Drive, 60995, be here at 5:00." She said hanging up. Her body leaned forward, making her look like her spine was naturally curved, and let out a sigh. She would have to get ready. Charlie was going on a date with the ever-so arrogant famous boy Harry Styles. She'd been repeating that all evening.
I sat at a table with that pop-star... I talked with someone famous... I gave my number to a guy that everyone knew... I'm going on a date with Harry Styles...
Well she knew she wasn't going, all sweaty, in a pair of short shorts, and a tank top. Bet he'd like that, wouldn't he? Charlie had no time to lose, she grabbed her phone, tightly in her hand, due to stress, and darted up the 14 flight of stairs that croaked each time she took a step. She burst through her room, and looked at her phone panting,"4:15.. " Huff, "I've got some time," Puff, "Right?" she threw an outfit that used to be untouched on her bed, and grabbed all the things she needed to get into the shower.
Charlie looked into the tall mirror, staring into her not-so-laborious outfit. Truth was, she could've put more effort into herself, but she'd looked very well fitted. Not perfect, but well. Not too long into her prolonged observation, she heard her doorbell ring. Charlie grabbed her purse and keys, and rushed down the stairs. She opened the door to the man who she couldn't stop thinking about, Harry. Harry freaking Styles. Right at her door. At her home. Trying to take her out on the date.
Sweet Charlie? Loner Charlie? The girl who barely left home? The girl who usually got hit on?
Yes in fact it was her. It was Charlie Jastine Selvannah, that Harry Edward Styles asked to go on a date with. She couldn't catch this, it was all to much to grasp. HE'S FAMOUS!
"Nice flat.." he said breaking the silence, "Can-it Harry, I'm only here for that surprise.." She said a bit giddy. He smirked flaring his dimples, "Respect." He said, offering his hand. Charlie took it apprehensively before being pulled out the door,"Lock it." he directed a bit harshly. She stood there frozen for a moment, before following his instructions. He grabbed her hand again, rocking her to a Black Range Rover, that was obviously his. He stood on the other side, and opened the door to the driver's seat. "Nice car.." She mumbled,"Talk louder, and get in." he demanded. Charlie felt rage build up in her stomach. How could this date take such a huge turn? He was so nice, "Well since when have you became the King of Dicks?" she jeered. He grit his teeth, then bit down on his lip. "Get in the car.." he said softer. She flipped her hair annoyed, before doing what she was told. He got in, bringing the car to life, and pulling out of her driveway. This was going to be a long night.
Charlie had been an exceptionally good-looking girl. With her teeth that lined perfectly, her curly brunette hair that she could never seem to tame at times, her soft pink lips that were slightly covered in chap-stick, and her alluring grey eyes, that gleamed. She'd have to give credit to her Native father and her Asian mother.
She had just moved to London, for educational purposes. She'd heard that there were also a few stars living down here, but she never really paid attention to that. Charlie was always just so caught up into studying. In fact, she was reading a book right then in the shop, until she heard a few whispers, one scream, and a whole lot of eyes staring at her table. She peaked up to see a smiling man, tall and lean, she wouldn't lie, he had a damn good figure. Her eyes glued on his body, and then torn to his face. Charlie had almost spit out her drink, to the sight of what was before her. A man, that was rich and famous, very well-known, and known to be as smooth as Micheal Jackson's moonwalk. It was Harry Styles. The man who could get any girl out of their panties in a second. The man who was the last person she'd ever thought she would be seeing in such a run-down cafe. She gave him a questioning look, which was answered with a chuckle.
"Mind if I sit here? This place is very crowded.." He asked politely. Charlie had gestured for him to sit down at the seat before her, and he did so, smiling brightly. She had tried to pay him not a penny worth of attention, but the way his voice rang in her ears said otherwise. Her mind kept on drifting to the fact that she's sitting with the famous Harry Edward Styles, 1 out of 5 of the boys in the world-known band One Direction. She couldn't focus on her book, so she sat it down on the table, and clicked her nails on the table, as if she was impatient. But she was, she was ready to finish her drink and go, because if she just up and leave, that would be rude. He cleared his throat, gaining her attention. "Hello there, I'm Harry." she rolled her eyes, "I've heard." she retorted. "Well, well.." he smiled picking up her book,"You read this?" He turned the book to face her, and the title read, '50 Shades Of Grey'. A blush spread across her face, as she snatched the book from his hands, and put it in her bag,"Yes.. What's it to you?" she answered, closing the bag and sipping her drink once more, avoiding eye-contact with him. "Well.. It's an erotic book.." he stated obviously,"Again, I've heard.." she repeated, pulling out her phone, and scrolling through her Tumblr. "Well.. Why are you reading it?" he asked, leaning in closer to her. Charlie finished her drink, and put it down on the table, putting her full attention into her phone, and then analyzing her answer,"It's name has been tossed around, here, and there. So it's basically suggestive fun..." Harry's eyes burned into her, and a smirk played around his lips, "Suggestive fun?" he mocked more than asked,"Yeah, you see, it's a book that's been suggested by many people, and it's name has been tossed around, like it's a game. So it's all just suggestive fun. That's what I call it anyway.." She shrugged. He looked at her with a different look, one more interesting, but he seemed to play it off,"I never got your name.." he asked, tilting his head. She sighed and looked up from her phone with a look that seemed unamused,"I'm Charlie Selvanah" She explained. He smiled, and looked at her phone. "I like you, Charlie.." she couldn't help, but have a small blush appear on her face,"Can I talk to you again sometime?" she grinned,"We haven't even talked for an hour, I'm positive I won't even see you again!" she snorted, about to walk out, but he grasped her wrist tightly,"I was just asking for your number, love. Not your car!" he joked.
Charlie hesitated before pulling out a pen and scribbling her number on his arm, gaining a smirk from the brunette. "Talk to you soon, Charlie.." he whispered huskily. She felt a rush course through her body, and her neck hair stand on end. His voice sounded so weird, yet all too familiar. She threw the empty cup into the trash, and then walked out, feeling the cool brisk breeze of London's Summer air hit her skin. Charlie inhaled some of the air, hoping it would clear her mind from the curly-haired pop-star. She looked left, then right, then left again before crossing the street. Charlie looked back at the cafe to see Harry being mobbed by girls, of God knows what ages- who were awaiting for their time to strike. She chuckled to herself, as she reached the other side of the crosswalk.
Charlie had settled into her house, wearing her workout clothes, while she did such. She was on one of those bicycle things you'd used to ride in place. She eventually felt her phone buzz. Charlie looked down and saw the person who was calling.
Harry..
She clicked the, 'Answer' button and stopped working out. "Hello?" she heard someone say through her headphones,"Yes..?" Charlie asked,"Is this Charlie?" the voiced asked. She faced palmed herself,"Who else would it be, moron." she replied,"HEY!" His voice made her body jump, in awareness, and it was so thick and demanding,"Respect costs a little and is worth a lot. I want your undivided attention. I want you to look nice, nothing to formal, I'm taking you out tonight." Harry said, unconcerned,"I'll swing by at 5:30, it's 4:00, hurry up. What's your address?" he asked,"Wow, you're not even going to let me get my say in this?!" she jeered. Charlie could heard him grit his teeth over the phone,"Okay, Okay.." he replied with a tone of cheekiness in his voice. Okay, what was wrong with him?
"I'd like to take you out tonight, at 5:00, maybe? I just wanted to say that if you agree, please wear something not too formal. I'd make tonight.." His voice got more gruff,"Special.." she felt her body feel flimsy. "Edwood Drive, 60995, be here at 5:00." She said hanging up. Her body leaned forward, making her look like her spine was naturally curved, and let out a sigh. She would have to get ready. Charlie was going on a date with the ever-so arrogant famous boy Harry Styles. She'd been repeating that all evening.
I sat at a table with that pop-star... I talked with someone famous... I gave my number to a guy that everyone knew... I'm going on a date with Harry Styles...
Well she knew she wasn't going, all sweaty, in a pair of short shorts, and a tank top. Bet he'd like that, wouldn't he? Charlie had no time to lose, she grabbed her phone, tightly in her hand, due to stress, and darted up the 14 flight of stairs that croaked each time she took a step. She burst through her room, and looked at her phone panting,"4:15.. " Huff, "I've got some time," Puff, "Right?" she threw an outfit that used to be untouched on her bed, and grabbed all the things she needed to get into the shower.
Charlie looked into the tall mirror, staring into her not-so-laborious outfit. Truth was, she could've put more effort into herself, but she'd looked very well fitted. Not perfect, but well. Not too long into her prolonged observation, she heard her doorbell ring. Charlie grabbed her purse and keys, and rushed down the stairs. She opened the door to the man who she couldn't stop thinking about, Harry. Harry freaking Styles. Right at her door. At her home. Trying to take her out on the date.
Sweet Charlie? Loner Charlie? The girl who barely left home? The girl who usually got hit on?
Yes in fact it was her. It was Charlie Jastine Selvannah, that Harry Edward Styles asked to go on a date with. She couldn't catch this, it was all to much to grasp. HE'S FAMOUS!
"Nice flat.." he said breaking the silence, "Can-it Harry, I'm only here for that surprise.." She said a bit giddy. He smirked flaring his dimples, "Respect." He said, offering his hand. Charlie took it apprehensively before being pulled out the door,"Lock it." he directed a bit harshly. She stood there frozen for a moment, before following his instructions. He grabbed her hand again, rocking her to a Black Range Rover, that was obviously his. He stood on the other side, and opened the door to the driver's seat. "Nice car.." She mumbled,"Talk louder, and get in." he demanded. Charlie felt rage build up in her stomach. How could this date take such a huge turn? He was so nice, "Well since when have you became the King of Dicks?" she jeered. He grit his teeth, then bit down on his lip. "Get in the car.." he said softer. She flipped her hair annoyed, before doing what she was told. He got in, bringing the car to life, and pulling out of her driveway. This was going to be a long night.
Notes
HEY HEY HEY.Well hope you like that chapter. If there are things wrong with it, I'm sowwie ;-;
but y'know I kind've like it myself. Listen to me, I'm a fan of my own work. Hahahaha
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But yeah, it's just something I threw together, now I can add dat summary.
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