Give Me Love
Chapter 2.
Harry's POV
"Alright, I'm off. See you in a bit lads," I called to my four best friends chilling in mine and Lou's apartment. I told them I'd go to Starbucks to get drinks for us all. I didn't want to take too long so I walked at quite a quick speed until I saw the Starbucks sign and walked through the doors below it.
Whilst I was walking to the counter, I realised that I had forgotten what the lads ordered me to get them. Niall asked for something caramelly? I think. Louis asked for something to do with a pumpkin? I think. Liam wanted -
I was interrupted from my thoughts as I bumped into a rather petite figure. I looked down and saw it was a beautiful girl, damn. But what caught my attention next was the steaming liquids soaking into her pastel blue sweater. Ouch, that must burn like a motherfucker.
"Shit." I cursed, which must have caught her attention as she looked up and I was met with a stunning pair of blue eyes.
"Urr, I... Erm-" I stuttered but was interrupted by the guy behind the counter making his way over.
"Ashley, are you alright?" He asked, he must have witnessed what happened. She merely nodded, not being able to speak causing the employee to shoot me a death glare.
"I am so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going and -" I finally managed to get out before being interrupted once again, but this time by a girl who was making her way over to us.
"Ashley, what's taking so long? What's going on?" She questioned.
"Dickhead over here managed to spill both drinks down her." The boy muttered under his breath but we all heard.
"Piss off, I said I was sorry. Don't you have a job to do?" I bit. Okay maybe that was a bit harsh. He sent me another glare before turning attention to 'Ashley'.
"You sure you're okay, love?" He asked. I don't know what came over me but I certainly didn't like the fact he called her 'love'. Dammit, the fuck is wrong with me? She nodded , still not being able to speak, and he returned to the counter, though I could still feel him watching us.
"Ouch, that's hot." Ashley's friend commented after touching Ashley's sweater. How can she not be like crying right now? Like most girls would. However, I could see her beginning to close her eyes slightly And lose balance on her feet.
"I think she's about to pass out." Her friend commented. Her knees buckled beneath her and just before she hit the ground I caught her and circled my arms around her waist.
"What do we do?" Her friend asked, beginning to panic slightly.
"My apartment's only about two blocks away, a few of my friends are over as well and I'm sure that they could help." I suggested and she nodded, not looking at me. I'm not surprised she's a bit angry at me since it's my fault her friend is currently unconscious.
"You can carry her... Whatever your name is." She began walking away.
"Harry!" I called to her and she merely nodded.
"Trish," she called back and stopped at the door, holding it open and waiting for me to carry the currently passed out girl in my arms. I readjusted my arms so one was under her knees and the other below her back and began carrying her bridal style out of the shop and onto the street.
The walk back to my apartment was incredibly awkward. I doubt she wanted to have a conversation with me after what happened. I feel bad.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw we had made it to my apartment building. I got a lot of funny looks as we walked inside but I didn't really care. I still feel awful about what's happened.
Once we were in the elevator I couldn't help but stare at the beauty I was carrying. Her petite, slender figure was easy to carry and I don't know why but something about having her in my arms made me feel... I don't even know really.
"Her name's Ashley. We're best friends." Said Trish, realising that I was staring at her. I nodded at her and was grateful she was beginning to talk to me.
"I'm really sorry, it was an accident and-"
"It's okay." She smiled which I returned. The elevator doors opened and we were on my floor . I walked out and stopped infront of my door. She knocked on the door, understanding that my hands were full.
The door flew open and there stood Niall with a confused look on his face. The rest of the boys came to the door and they all got the same expression as Niall plastered onto their faces.
"It's a long story."
"Alright, I'm off. See you in a bit lads," I called to my four best friends chilling in mine and Lou's apartment. I told them I'd go to Starbucks to get drinks for us all. I didn't want to take too long so I walked at quite a quick speed until I saw the Starbucks sign and walked through the doors below it.
Whilst I was walking to the counter, I realised that I had forgotten what the lads ordered me to get them. Niall asked for something caramelly? I think. Louis asked for something to do with a pumpkin? I think. Liam wanted -
I was interrupted from my thoughts as I bumped into a rather petite figure. I looked down and saw it was a beautiful girl, damn. But what caught my attention next was the steaming liquids soaking into her pastel blue sweater. Ouch, that must burn like a motherfucker.
"Shit." I cursed, which must have caught her attention as she looked up and I was met with a stunning pair of blue eyes.
"Urr, I... Erm-" I stuttered but was interrupted by the guy behind the counter making his way over.
"Ashley, are you alright?" He asked, he must have witnessed what happened. She merely nodded, not being able to speak causing the employee to shoot me a death glare.
"I am so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going and -" I finally managed to get out before being interrupted once again, but this time by a girl who was making her way over to us.
"Ashley, what's taking so long? What's going on?" She questioned.
"Dickhead over here managed to spill both drinks down her." The boy muttered under his breath but we all heard.
"Piss off, I said I was sorry. Don't you have a job to do?" I bit. Okay maybe that was a bit harsh. He sent me another glare before turning attention to 'Ashley'.
"You sure you're okay, love?" He asked. I don't know what came over me but I certainly didn't like the fact he called her 'love'. Dammit, the fuck is wrong with me? She nodded , still not being able to speak, and he returned to the counter, though I could still feel him watching us.
"Ouch, that's hot." Ashley's friend commented after touching Ashley's sweater. How can she not be like crying right now? Like most girls would. However, I could see her beginning to close her eyes slightly And lose balance on her feet.
"I think she's about to pass out." Her friend commented. Her knees buckled beneath her and just before she hit the ground I caught her and circled my arms around her waist.
"What do we do?" Her friend asked, beginning to panic slightly.
"My apartment's only about two blocks away, a few of my friends are over as well and I'm sure that they could help." I suggested and she nodded, not looking at me. I'm not surprised she's a bit angry at me since it's my fault her friend is currently unconscious.
"You can carry her... Whatever your name is." She began walking away.
"Harry!" I called to her and she merely nodded.
"Trish," she called back and stopped at the door, holding it open and waiting for me to carry the currently passed out girl in my arms. I readjusted my arms so one was under her knees and the other below her back and began carrying her bridal style out of the shop and onto the street.
The walk back to my apartment was incredibly awkward. I doubt she wanted to have a conversation with me after what happened. I feel bad.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw we had made it to my apartment building. I got a lot of funny looks as we walked inside but I didn't really care. I still feel awful about what's happened.
Once we were in the elevator I couldn't help but stare at the beauty I was carrying. Her petite, slender figure was easy to carry and I don't know why but something about having her in my arms made me feel... I don't even know really.
"Her name's Ashley. We're best friends." Said Trish, realising that I was staring at her. I nodded at her and was grateful she was beginning to talk to me.
"I'm really sorry, it was an accident and-"
"It's okay." She smiled which I returned. The elevator doors opened and we were on my floor . I walked out and stopped infront of my door. She knocked on the door, understanding that my hands were full.
The door flew open and there stood Niall with a confused look on his face. The rest of the boys came to the door and they all got the same expression as Niall plastered onto their faces.
"It's a long story."
Notes
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