C.J.'s P.O.V.

I stood in the store, watching some teenage guys fool around. I narrowed my eyes as one came dangerously close to knocking over a shelf.

"Be careful," I called.

A guy looked up and his eyes widened when he saw me. He grinned.

"Hey, I just noticed this, but you look a lot like my next girlfriend," he winked.

I rolled my eyes but was painfully reminded of Harry doing the exact same thing.

"Really? You must have me confused with someone else," I said.

The boy's mouth dropped a little and his friends laughed, hitting him on the back. I smirked as he still stared at me, looking dumbfounded. Well, this kid has to be sixteen. I'm twenty, thank you very much. No high schoolers for me.

The boy marched over, looking determined. "Kiss me if I'm wrong, but isn't One Direction horrible?" he grinned, proud with himself.

"No, you're right," I said cheerfully. "They aren't the best."

The boy looked stumped. I'll bet he didn't expect me to not like One Direction.

"Look," I said, trying to be gentle. "How old are you?"

"Sixteen," the boy said.

"I'm twenty," I pointed out.

"So?" the boy challenged.

"I'm four years older than you," I said.

"I'm very mature for my age," the boy said.

"From what you've both shown, we can both agree that you're not," I said, ruffling his hair before getting up and walking among the aisles to the back.

I didn't look back as I walked into the back and picked up a box of new shipments. I carried it outside, grabbing one and squinting at the cover. It was a One Direction album.

Of course, I thought. These things are selling like hotcakes.

I walked over to the pop section and set the box down, picking up at least ten CDs and putting them on the shelf. Then, I grabbed a Script album and dropped them off by their section. I spent the next half hour crisscrossing the store, putting albums of varying genres on their shelves. I ignored the boys, though I knew they were sulking by my register. Once I finished I glanced at the clock. It was five minutes to closing time.

"Hey, it's almost closing time, you guys should go home," I said, coming over to my register and sitting behind it.

The boy who'd tried to flirt with me leaned on the counter. "But I'm not ready to leave yet."

"Well, you have five minutes, find whatever you want to buy and make it snappy," I said crossly.

The boy grinned, undeterred. "Oh, I wasn't looking for a CD."

He leaned forward and I realized just what he was going to do right before he did it. I managed to lean back quick enough so his lips only barely brushed mine.

I staggered backwards, spluttering, wiping my mouth with my hand. "Did you just try to kiss me?"

The boy winked, obviously getting the wrong message. "Good, wasn't it?"

"No!" I spat, still trying to remove his germs from my lips. "I don't appreciate being kissed by a total stranger!"

The boy waved his friends off, and they left, wishing him luck as they went. I narrowed my eyes at them and they sped up. Clearly, this idiot is the leader of them all.

"Get out," I demanded, pointing to the door.

"No," the boy said flatly.

I almost growled, I swear I did. This kid was even more annoying than Harry, and that was saying something.

"Just get out if you don't want anything!" I said,

"Well, I want something, just not a CD," the boy winked.

I was afraid to ask. "What do you want?" I asked belligerently.

"A kiss," the guy wiggled his eyebrows.

"Well, you're not getting one," I said vehemently, trying to push him away from the counter.

"Well, I'm not leaving without one," the boy challenged, leaning against the counter again.

"Look kid," I growled, leaning closer to him so our foreheads were almost touching. "You better get out."

"Or what?" he challenged.

I smirked."You don't want to know."

The boy just seemed to realize how close we actually were. "I quite like the position we're in," he smirked.

I felt quite tempted to slap him, but I restrained myself.

"If I kiss you, will you leave?" I asked.

The boy nodded, smirking. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

"Okay, fine, I'll kiss you," I conceded, letting him win.

I could tell he wanted to cheer, so I decided that I'd better get this over with. I grabbed his chin and kissed him, shocking him into standing stock-still. He wasn't really kissing me, so it wasn't a horrible kiss. I let him go after about five seconds and he was still standing there, shocked.

"Shoo," I said, waving my hand at him.

He nodded breathlessly and ran out the door. As he left, I heard him shout to his friends, "My first kiss was with a twenty year old!"

I sighed, shaking my head. The kid was probably going to go brag to the whole world, so I decided to lock up. I grabbed my bag, flipped on the security alarm and locked the door as I left.

...

I walked into my apartment, locking the door behind me. I saw my couch, sagging low to the floor and sighed. I lived in a really crappy apartment, but I couldn't afford a better one, so this one would have to do. I changed into my pajamas and threw my hair up in a ponytail.

I collapsed on my couch with a couple slices of pizza, looking around my crappy apartment. The walls were a dull color, and it was super small. The sink in the kitchen only worked when it wanted to, my bathroom mirror was cracked, and my bed sagged in the middle, along with my couch. The TV got only half of the channels that it offered and the lights in the kitchen flickered right when you turned them on. But it was home, and I liked it well enough. The only thing I really didn't like was coming home to an empty apartment. It had been a few years since my last relationship, which had ended on good terms, so it wasn't like I was heartbroken or anything. No guys had really caught my eye, so I simply wasn't dating.

As I chomped on my pizza, I couldn't help but wonder where Harry was and if his apartment was as nice as mine.

Harry's P.O.V.

I fought my way through the paparazzi, trying to get to my hotel. I was exhausted after a major concert. Seriously, not a single seat was empty. I don't regret being in One Direction, but sometimes the fans and paparazzi can be a bit annoying.

I managed to get into the hotel, where our security was forming a human barricade against the fans. All of a sudden a girl came out of nowhere and kissed me. I fell backwards, the girl on top of me, lips still glued to mine. I tried to push her off and she released me, panting. She had a gleam in her eyes.

"I'm your biggest fan!" she said breathlessly.

"I can tell," I replied, still recovering from her attack on my lips.

Security hauled her away and I managed to get to the elevator without any more... surprises. I found my room and collapsed on my bed, panting. Louis was in my room too.

"What happened?" he asked. "Why were you held up?"

"Some crazy fan attacked me," I said. "With her lips."

Louis stared at me for a second before laughing. "Really?" he chuckled.

"Yes!" I exclaimed. "She kissed me for like a minute!"

Louis doubled over laughing. Apparently, he found this hilarious.

"Whatever," I mumbled, flopping backwards on my bed.

As I laid there, feeling violated, I couldn't help but wonder where C.J. was and if she was in as nice as place as I was.

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Tada! Who would feel violated if someone randomly kissed you? I know I would. I'd push him off and be like what the fudge dude! Haha anyway, whatcha think? Comment your opinion! I personally liked this chapter, mostly because I got to use pick-up lines and be funny while being flirtatious. I don't know, I'm weird. But seriously, did you guys like it? I'll be updating Love... tomorrow so be ready for that ;) No, it's not bad, I promise. Just enjoy this chapter and vote and comment and do whatever you guys do after reading one of my updates. Oh and this one will have an irregular update schedule too, see my author's note on Waiting for Superman to know more, or PM me to ask about it. Talk to ya later!

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