Wrong way
Chapter 5- Hazza and Boobear
Harry's POV
Crap. Why was she looking at me like that? Did she recognise me? Not another crazy fan. Before I could think of what to do Lou grabbed her hand and said “Sorry about that. Harold is very clumsy. Come with us so we can give you a change of clothes." I pouted. I wasn't that clumsy. Geez Lou always exaggerated. The girl looked at us before saying "So you can talk!" she accused. I grinned at her. "I am sorry for spilling my drink over you Miss" I said courteously. "No problem" she said grinning back. “I still insist that you come with us. I would feel terrible if you had to work like that because of Harry." Lou said over-dramatically. The girl rolled her eyes before nodding reluctantly as if she was fighting with her conscience and would rather stay here than follow two people she didn't even know. I smiled at myself. She was quite pretty. She had straight brown hair with blonde highlights and tanned skin. Her eyes were green like mine. Nice, very nice. She raised her eyebrow at me. I felt blood rising up my cheeks. God I had just been caught staring at a girl. Can you die of embarrassment? Probably not. Arghh.
Louis’ POV
Harry was gonna get us into trouble. I invited her to our place. By doing that, I would avoid her screaming our names. Damn, she was cute. Not my type though. I had just ended my long relationship with Eleanor and I wasn’t planning to start a new one. Let’s just hope this doesn’t turn out to be a bad idea.
Annabelle’s POV
Are they going to take off their shades? It was starting to get irritating. We walked out of the shop and a huge man opened the door to a limousine. The man was like a wardrobe and he looked like he could strangle you with one hand. I looked at his face and recognition hit me threatening to knock me off my feet. It was Paul. I pretended to not notice as I sat in the car while smiling warmly at Paul who smiled back. The two men looked at me and the shorter one was like “Sorry again about your clothes. I am”. “Hello Louis William Tomlinson aged 23 years old. Birthday 24 December. From Doncaster. Nicknamed Boobear, Lou. Last relationship with Eleanor Calder.” I recited. I turned to the other man “Harry Edward Styles aged 21 years old. Birthday 1 February. From Cheshire. Nicknamed Curly, Harold, Hazza, Haz[M1] single.” I finished smirking. They looked stunned. “Now if you’ll be kind enough to tell me why am I here?”
[M1]
Crap. Why was she looking at me like that? Did she recognise me? Not another crazy fan. Before I could think of what to do Lou grabbed her hand and said “Sorry about that. Harold is very clumsy. Come with us so we can give you a change of clothes." I pouted. I wasn't that clumsy. Geez Lou always exaggerated. The girl looked at us before saying "So you can talk!" she accused. I grinned at her. "I am sorry for spilling my drink over you Miss" I said courteously. "No problem" she said grinning back. “I still insist that you come with us. I would feel terrible if you had to work like that because of Harry." Lou said over-dramatically. The girl rolled her eyes before nodding reluctantly as if she was fighting with her conscience and would rather stay here than follow two people she didn't even know. I smiled at myself. She was quite pretty. She had straight brown hair with blonde highlights and tanned skin. Her eyes were green like mine. Nice, very nice. She raised her eyebrow at me. I felt blood rising up my cheeks. God I had just been caught staring at a girl. Can you die of embarrassment? Probably not. Arghh.
Louis’ POV
Harry was gonna get us into trouble. I invited her to our place. By doing that, I would avoid her screaming our names. Damn, she was cute. Not my type though. I had just ended my long relationship with Eleanor and I wasn’t planning to start a new one. Let’s just hope this doesn’t turn out to be a bad idea.
Annabelle’s POV
Are they going to take off their shades? It was starting to get irritating. We walked out of the shop and a huge man opened the door to a limousine. The man was like a wardrobe and he looked like he could strangle you with one hand. I looked at his face and recognition hit me threatening to knock me off my feet. It was Paul. I pretended to not notice as I sat in the car while smiling warmly at Paul who smiled back. The two men looked at me and the shorter one was like “Sorry again about your clothes. I am”. “Hello Louis William Tomlinson aged 23 years old. Birthday 24 December. From Doncaster. Nicknamed Boobear, Lou. Last relationship with Eleanor Calder.” I recited. I turned to the other man “Harry Edward Styles aged 21 years old. Birthday 1 February. From Cheshire. Nicknamed Curly, Harold, Hazza, Haz[M1] single.” I finished smirking. They looked stunned. “Now if you’ll be kind enough to tell me why am I here?”
[M1]
Notes
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