Loving Him
Chapter 1
Clarence’s POV
I poured the milk into the paper cup and handed it to the man. He cleared his throat as he handed me the money.
“Thankyou, come again–” I began to say.
Two young guys charged into the room and slammed the door shut, leaning their weight against it.
“What in the hell?” I yelled as a wave of photographers swarmed around the window, smashing their cameras against the glass door.
Constant flickers of light almost blinded me as I made my way to the two boys. One of them was blonde, short hair neatly in place and clothes matching nicely. It was like a stylist had dressed him for the day. The other had curly brown hair and soft green eyes. He, too, was dressed impeccably and his hair seemed to be messed tidily. Both of them gave me a look of desperation.
I rushed to think of something.
“Excuse me Sir?” I called to the man I had earlier served, “could you pass me that chair?”
He did so and I hooked it under the door handle just like they do in movies.
“You two,” I pointed to the two guys – who were quite attractive actually, “follow me.”
I hurried to the storage room and pulled them inside, sliding out two cardboard boxes and instructing them to sit.
Cracking my knuckles, I began to gather my thoughts, “who the heck are you guys?”
There was an awkward moment of silence after I said that.
The brunette spoke, “you don’t know who we are?”
I shook my head, trying to recognise their faces. Obviously they were famous, the crazed paparazzi confirmed that, but I seriously couldn’t identify them. Actors? Singers? No idea. I had no reason to keep up to date with celebrities and what not, so I didn’t.
“I’m…Harry Styles…and this is Niall Horan,” he spoke again, “We’re in a band…”
He paused, obviously waiting to see if I knew who they were now.
“The band…One Direction.” He said slowly, as though I was an idiot.
I nodded casually, “that’s cool. My name’s Clarence.”
The one called Niall, the blonde, finally spoke. “Good to meet you but we’re kind of in a hurry. We have a concert in a couple hours so… Is there a way out of here?”
“Where the pap won’t get to us. Please.” Harry added.
They both had accents – Harry’s was British – and boy it was hot.
“This is going to seem ridiculous but there is some kind of vent in here that takes you to an old alley. You could just crawl through there and I’ll tell the paparazzi that you guys went out a different way.”
They both shrugged.
“Thanks, Clarence.” Niall said as I directed them toward the vent.
Was it bad to check them out as they got on their knees and climbed in?
Who even cares, it’s not like I’m going to see them again.
I poured the milk into the paper cup and handed it to the man. He cleared his throat as he handed me the money.
“Thankyou, come again–” I began to say.
Two young guys charged into the room and slammed the door shut, leaning their weight against it.
“What in the hell?” I yelled as a wave of photographers swarmed around the window, smashing their cameras against the glass door.
Constant flickers of light almost blinded me as I made my way to the two boys. One of them was blonde, short hair neatly in place and clothes matching nicely. It was like a stylist had dressed him for the day. The other had curly brown hair and soft green eyes. He, too, was dressed impeccably and his hair seemed to be messed tidily. Both of them gave me a look of desperation.
I rushed to think of something.
“Excuse me Sir?” I called to the man I had earlier served, “could you pass me that chair?”
He did so and I hooked it under the door handle just like they do in movies.
“You two,” I pointed to the two guys – who were quite attractive actually, “follow me.”
I hurried to the storage room and pulled them inside, sliding out two cardboard boxes and instructing them to sit.
Cracking my knuckles, I began to gather my thoughts, “who the heck are you guys?”
There was an awkward moment of silence after I said that.
The brunette spoke, “you don’t know who we are?”
I shook my head, trying to recognise their faces. Obviously they were famous, the crazed paparazzi confirmed that, but I seriously couldn’t identify them. Actors? Singers? No idea. I had no reason to keep up to date with celebrities and what not, so I didn’t.
“I’m…Harry Styles…and this is Niall Horan,” he spoke again, “We’re in a band…”
He paused, obviously waiting to see if I knew who they were now.
“The band…One Direction.” He said slowly, as though I was an idiot.
I nodded casually, “that’s cool. My name’s Clarence.”
The one called Niall, the blonde, finally spoke. “Good to meet you but we’re kind of in a hurry. We have a concert in a couple hours so… Is there a way out of here?”
“Where the pap won’t get to us. Please.” Harry added.
They both had accents – Harry’s was British – and boy it was hot.
“This is going to seem ridiculous but there is some kind of vent in here that takes you to an old alley. You could just crawl through there and I’ll tell the paparazzi that you guys went out a different way.”
They both shrugged.
“Thanks, Clarence.” Niall said as I directed them toward the vent.
Was it bad to check them out as they got on their knees and climbed in?
Who even cares, it’s not like I’m going to see them again.
Notes
First chapter of my first story on this site. Feedback will be valued, be as brutal as you'd like. Elea xx
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10/4/14