If You're Lucky.

"Logan! I'm on my way." I huffed into the phone. "Yes, I know I'm late. Oh it's just shopping it's not like you're going to die in the ten minutes it's going to take me to walk into the mall and find you." I swear, this boy had to be the most dramatic person I knew. Alway over exaggerating everything. "Yep, Okay. Be there soon. I love you!" I smiled as I ended the call before he could fit in any lasts complaints.

I knew being late would ensure that he'd call me about fifty times, but it wasn't like I had intended on it. A girl needs time to get ready, he takes longer than I do on most day. I rounded the corner hearing an enormous amount of commotion. What the hell was so exciting about McDonald's? I had nearly passed it when I was suddenly surrounded by a swarm of paparazzi and screaming teenage girls? Are flipping kidding me?

"Excuse me." I shouted as politely as I could. I got nothing. Well then. They all went on ignoring me for God knows what. "Hello! I'd like to get through at some point today." And again, Nothing. Just fucking great. Just as I was about to turn around a tall figure smacked right into me. How nice.

"Ow." I yelped out unintentionally as my sunglasses flew to the pavement, breaking. Those weren't extremely expensive or anything.

"Oh my God! Are you okay?." A deep voice spoke, and judging by his English accent he wasn't from here.

"Uh, yeah." I mumbled gathering myself. That actually really fucking hurt. He smacked right into my boob. Pretty damn hard if you ask me.

"I'm sorry about your glasses." he apologized as he bent over to pick them up, examining them.

"Don't worry about it." I sighed holding my hand out for them.

"Oh shit. These are expensive." and he was one hundred percent correct. They had to be my most expensive pair of glasses that I own, or more or less owned. It'd be kind of hard to wear them now that they were completely snapped in half from some oversized paparazzi stomping all over them. What a fucking dick.

I finally looked up into a pair of piercing green eyes. "It's. . it's fine." I stuttered incoherently, causing him to let out a small chuckle. I usually had no problem talking to boys. Now here I am, barely able to get my words out correctly but in all honesty he was quite a sight to see. He had a blue beanie on with a few curls poking out. His green eyes seemed to be looking right through my blue ones. And then he smiled and my heart must literally stopped. It felt like it anyway .An adorable set of dimples indented on each one of his cheeks, the right one sinking in a bit deeper. His face was absolutely flawless, and can I say that he smelled amazing.

"It's not honestly. Let me make it up to you. What's your number?"

"Um. . sorry. I don't give my numbers to strangers." I said a bit surprised at his forwardness.

"I'm Harry." he smiled widely sticking his hand out.

"Masyn." I muttered, shaking his hand.

"So, would you like to tell me it now?"

"I'm sorry, but no."

"Oh, come on. You have to let me make it up to you." he pleaded flashing those adorable dimples once again.

Just as I was about to reply my phone went off. Shit. I had totally forgot about Logan. "I'm sorry, I have to go." I said, giving him a small smile before rushing off in the other direction. I'm pretty sure I heard him shout something but by then I was too far away to hear. I know that I probably should have given him my number, Seeing as he's the only guy who's ever asked for it but I mean. I can't just go around giving random guys that smack into me on the street my number. There' s a lots of creeps out there and although he didn't seem like one. You never know.

"Finally!"

"I'm so sorry!"

"What the hell took you so long? You said ten minutes and it's been thirty."

"I know, I'm sorry." I apologized again. "I was almost here and then there was an enormous group of paparazzi and screaming girls and I couldn't get through. Then some guy smacked into me and broke my glass." I pouted holding them up. "Then he tried to get my number and then you called."

"Well, did you give him your number?"

"Seriously?"

"What?"

"Out of all of that. That's all you care about. Not if I'm okay, if I'm injured. Nothing, Just did I give the guy my number."

"Well, I mean. Was he good looking?"

"Logan really?"

"What? It's just a question."

I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"Well, was he?"

"Yes."

"And you didn't give him your number did you?" he said with a disapproving look.

"No."

"Come on Mase!"

"Don't come on Mase me."

"A good looking guy asked for your number and you said no."

"Yeah, but you called me and. . ."

"No, no, no. Don't try to blame this on me. You weren't going to give him it anyway."

"Okay but I don't even know him. I couldn't just give him my number."

"You could have! You never know, he could've been your prince charming."

"Well, It's all too late now."

"What am I going to do with you?" he huffed linking our arms together.

"Love me." I smiled, making him laugh out loud.

"What do you think about this one?" I questioned holding a little black dress up to my body. We were now in Forever 21 and I had a stack of, I don't know how many clothing items laying on my arm.

"I need to see it on you before I can decide."

"I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to wear to this concert, that you're forcing me to go to."

"Force is such a strong word."

"Against my will?"

"Hey! You agreed."

"Yeah. After you begged me for about two weeks."

"Details, details."

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By the time we had finished shopping I was absolutely exhausted. The second we got home I ran to my room to change. Stripping off my shorts and crop top and replacing them with an oversized T-shirt before walking back to the living room.

"Did you order something to eat?" I asked plopping down on the couch beside him.

"I got Thai."

"Mmm."

"I figured you'd be happy."

"So, when's this concert?"

"Tomorrow at eight."

"And who are we going to see?"

"Mason! I've told you so many times! We're going to see One Direction. Ya know, the band that I'm absolutely obsessed with. The five gorgeous boys that are depressingly all straight."

I couldn't help but laugh at the last part. "I remember now. I'm sorry. Jeez!"

"You should be! I don't even understand how you don't know who they are. I mean, legit. Who doesn't know who freaking One Direction is!"

"Calm down! I know who One Direction is."

"Oh really. Then what are their names?"

"Uh. Liam, Louis, Harry, Niall, and Zayn. Ha! I'm right aren't I?"

"Surprisingly yes. But I know for a fact you couldn't point out which one is which. Or even what they look like for that matter."

"Yeah okay. Still! I know their names."

"You're a YouTuber!"

"What does being a YouTuber have to do with knowing One Direction."

" Social media, hello!"

"Okay. Well after tomorrow I'll know what they look like."

"You should already know."

"Yeah, yeah." I said cuddling up beside him. "Really, this again?" I whined as Mean Girls flashed across the screen.

"This used to be your favorite movie."

"That was until I was forced to watching it every day." I said looking pointedly at him.

"No need to be rude."

"You know I love you."

"Mhm."

After inhaling our food and watching a multitude of chick flicks I decided to go to bed. "I love you!" I yelled down the hall before stepping in my room.

"Love you too, boo!" Logan shouted back even louder.

I laughed loudly closing my door behind me. Snuggled into my large bed my eyes startled closing almost immediately.

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