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Chapter 6

{Lucy}

"What?" That's all I can say after his invitation.

"Yes, what you heard geek." He rolls his eyes crossing his arms.

Harry Styles hanging out with me? Am I in some kind of parallel universe?

"I don't have all day, you know. "He tells me, clearly irritated.

"Oh, I, um ..." I bite my lip, nervousness runs through my veins and my legs are shaking. His green eyes look at me expectantly. I must respond and now. "No, thank you."

Harry's face breaks for a few seconds, apparently not expecting that answer, and then returns to his serious expression.

"You are truly weird, are you sure you're a girl?" He says grabbing my waist and pulling me towards him.

My body collides violently with Harry; my hands rest on his chest because I don't know where to place them. I look down to his chest, his skin is warm. I can see his tattoos much better and they look so good on his skin.

Being so close to Harry overwhelms me. My eyes meet his emerald green eyes. His face is more beautiful now that I'm close to him.

His features are perfect and symmetrical and again, I can't breathe.

"Hm, um, yes." I managed to say, breathing in his masculine cologne.

I've never been so close to a guy, even Marcel, who is my best friend. I don't know how to act, I don't know what to do. I feel awkward and insecure.

Harry is just a few inches from me and a captivating smile is dancing his face.

"Nerd, I don't accept a 'no' for answer." He gives me a mischievous smile and wraps his fingers in my hair. He bites his lower lip with a smile; he can notice that I'm nervous. "So I'll ask one more time, nicely. Will you go out with me?" He whispers, looking me straight in the eyes.

One of his hands plays with my hair and the other hand holds my waist trapping my body against his.

My heart is about to come out of my chest. I have never felt so agitated, this is not good. I can't stand Harry in this way, he makes me so nervous. I couldn't go out with him without feel my heart jumping in my chest.

Besides I have to study, I have so many things to do and I really want to read that book. I just can't.

"Ahm, I don't want-"

"I know where you live." Harry suddenly pushes me back; luckily I managed to keep the balance. "Do you think tomorrow at 4?" I open my mouth to reply. "Yes? I'm glad, bye." He interrupts me before I can answer, and starts walking away from me. "WEAR SOMETHING NICE!" He yells without look back.

I watch as Harry walks away, disappearing in the crowd. I sigh and go back to reality, tomorrow I have a date or whatever with Harry Styles. A week ago he was a complete stranger to me.

"What did he say?!" Cassie screams coming out of the bookstore.

"Ahm, I ..."

"Now tell me, oh my god tell me!" She screams on the street. "Did you see how he grabbed you? I took advantage and took a picture. "

"Wait what?" I say surprised. Cassie stretches her hand to show me the picture.

It is of the moment when Harry brought me closer to him, I can't see our faces. It looks like we're kissing.

"Could you dele-?"

"No." She smiles. "I'll show it to Madison so she finally shut the fuck up." She keeps the phone excited and she hands me a bag from the library. "Here are your books from Stephen King and now tell me what happened."

I still can't believe what just happened; it's hard for me to process it. I squeeze my neurons and swallow before I start talking:

"Harry asked me out." I whisper, puzzled.

Cassie opens her eyes so wide that they scare me. I never knew her eyes were thus huge. Then all I can hear is her squeal of delight. China might even hear her scream. I don't know how I haven't gone deaf.

"When?" She yells again

"Tomo-tomor-"

"We need to get you some clothes!" She walks around to the driver's side of her car and gets in."Come on, come on!" She rushes me, lowering the passenger window.

"I don't want to buy clothes." I whine while Cassie is drives in search of a store.

"Don't be a party pooper Lucy, at least some good jeans. You're always wearing clothes too wide; no one notices your body. You're thin and you have good boobs but you always keep hidden beneath all those clothes from grandma. "

I roll my eyes. Cassie is sincere but sometimes she is exceeded.

Everybody criticizes the way I dress and I feel very hurt about it. But with so many insults, I think I'm used to it now. The only one who likes the way I dress is Marcel.

"Can we stop by your house? I want to show this photo to Madison, I can imagine her face! "Cassie says laughing loudly.

I just smiled quietly. I would like to see the Madison's face too, it would be priceless.

Our afternoon consists of going to every store Cassie drags me into. She is very excited and can't stop talking about how I should dress or the way I could brush my hair or the way I should act with Harry. I pretend to listen, nodding and smiling at the right time.

I complain about all of the clothes Cassie shows me. We don't have the same style, so we ended up disagreeing on everything.

The only thing we agreed on is me buying tighter jeans.

"With those jeans you're going to kill Harry," Cassie smiles while we left the store. "You have a nice ass. Oh and try not to wear a wide shirt. "

"Al-alright." Is all I say.

I'm so nervous and is not even tomorrow yet. There are still about 17 hours before I see Harry and my heart is about to jump out of my chest.

I still can't assemble the parts, I still can't resolve this puzzles. As if someone like Harry wanted to spend time with me, as soon as he finds out about my "quirky" personality he is going to run and that will be the end.

"Can you drop me off at Marcel's house?" I ask Cassie when we get into her car.

"Sure!" She smiles. "On Sunday I will go to your house, you have to tell me everything, okay?" I just nod. "This is going to be awesome. He will pick you up, Madison will have to see you and ... "Cassie laughs. "Please, you have to take a picture."

"I'll try." Smile.

We talked about silly things while Cassie drives to Marcel's house. My friend keeps talking about the "date" and she doesn't stop telling me that I lost the bet. Great, I'll have to go to another party. This sucks, really sucks. The last place I'd like to be seen at is a party, with all these drunken teens. How boring.

"Have fun with Marcel." Cassie says goodbye trying to hold a laugh.

I roll my eyes. To her this is not fun, so she never stays with us.

"Goodbye and thank you." I say closing the door of her car.

Marcel's house is beautiful. Both parents are doctors so they are in the same conditions as mine. Marcel has a comfortable life but with absent parents.

I ring the bell and wait impatiently for my best friend to open the door.

"Hello!" Marcel greets me with a big smile.

"I told you I would come." I smile back and he invites to come into his home.

"What shall we do today?" He asks excitedly.

"Want to play Xbox or chess?"

"Chess and we could order pizza."

"For me, it's okay." He shrugs. "It's been a long time since you last came ," he says as we climb the stairs to his room.

"I need this, a night with my best friend." I say as we entered his room. "I'll call my mother-"

"I told my mother that you would come and she will tell your mother." He interrupted me, looking on his shelf for the chess game.

"Oh, okay." I shrug and sit on her bed.

Marcel brings chess game and sits next to me. We started playing while we talk about the next science test.

"Marcel, Marcel." We heard a voice behind the door.

"Come, Rose." Marcel tells her while cleaning his glasses.

Rose is his housekeeper, she is always here. Like Nora at my house.

"I brought you coke." She says entering the room with a tray.

"Thank you Rose." I say with a smile as I grab the tray.

"Marcel, Lucy is always with you... you two would make a good couple." Rose says before leaving.

We looked at each other blushing.

"Let's forget this, okay?"

I just nod in respond and we start playing.

As always, I beat Marcel in chess, he gets angry and we decided to play on the Xbox. Halo sounds fun. We order pizza and wait while we play and talk about algebra.

Someone knocks again.

"Marcel, we have company." Rose announces, entering the room.

"Who? " We ask in unison, confused.

"Um, well ... your cousin." Rose answers before leaving the room.

"Your co-cousin?" I look at Marcel, anxiously.

"But what is Harry doing here?" Marcel looks at me stunned.

We make our way back to the first floor and Harry is there waiting at the entrance.

"Hello." He smiles uncomfortably when Marcel and I go down.

"What ... what the hell?" Marcel complains.

I want to laugh at his expression but I bite my lip, trying to hold back my laugh.

"What are you doing here? " I ask, showing my surprise.

Of all the times I've been in Marcel's house, Harry has never appeared.

"Um, I came to see you." He answers while he gets closer to me. Harry wraps one of his arms around my shoulders. "What are you two doing?" He asks before planting a kiss on my forehead.

I freeze. My heart beats fast and I can't breathe. I want to pinch myself again but that would be stupid. What is really happening? I need to find out.

 Harry appearing here in Marcel's house is the sign of the end of the world, this has never happened before. Harry never comes here and never talks to Marcel.

"We are ... playing and we ordered pizza." Marcel responds stunned the scene.

"Great, bought some beers." Harry raised his left arm showing a bag from the supermarket.

"We don't drink alcohol, Harry." I say, uncomfortably, as I snatch myself out of his grip.

Harry rolls his eyes. "I forgot how nerdy you guys are. What were you two playing? Chess? "He jokes, hiding a smile.

"Well, actually, yes." Marcel shrugs.

Harry laughs without saying anything else. He really looks lovely laughing but he loses his charm because he's making fun of us.

"If you're going to laugh and mock you'd better go." I say, frowning.

I surprise myself at my comment; I think I was too harsh, I hope he doesn't bother.

Harry abruptly stops laughing; he puts his hands in his pocket and looks attentively at me.

"I, um ... I'm sorry." Marcel and I stared wide-eyed surprise. Is this a joke? "I'll take the beer alone and let's wait for the pizza." He suggests with a slight smile.

I swallow, something is not right. I want to scream, what is happening? What is Harry doing here? This is so weird. Marcel and I are too much surprised for say something.

"Do you have Scrabble or something?" Harry asks as we climb the stairs.

"Yes, but ... since when do you like to play that, cousin?" Marcel says surprised entering his room.

"I'm not good at chess, I'm better with words." Harry shrugs.

We hear the doorbell. Pizza.

"I'll get it." I say quickly while I leave the room. "I got this Rose" I say when I get to the door. "Hi" I greet the guy that holds our pizza. Mmm, the smell seeps through my nose. It smells delicious.

"Lucy?" He asks surprised.

"Ahm, excuse me?" I say confused, how did he know my name?

"I'm Adam, don't you remember me?" He smiles, handing me the pizza.

"Ahm, I ..." I try to remember while I give him the money.

"Our parents were friends; I'm Fred's son."

Fred was one of the best friends of my father until dad moved to London. Now I remember! Adam used to play with me when he came to my house; we had a lot of fun.

"Adam, yes!" I smile. "So long."

"Yes. I didn't think you'd be here, I thought I'd be living with your father. "

"I thought the same." I shrugged.

"By the way, you are really beautiful." He winks handing me the change.

I didn't expect that. I smile shyly, cleaning my glasses as I feel my cheeks burn.

"If you're free maybe we could go out and ..."

"Lucinda, why are you taking so long?" Harry inquires, reflecting the anger in his voice.

The tattooed boy slides one of his arms around my waist with the other hand he takes the pizza.

"I'm hungry Lucinda." He whispers in my ear.

A shiver runs through my body and I feel goose bumps.

I can feel the awkwardness between us three.

Adam looks at the scene confused. "Ahm, I ..."

"Thank you!" Harry sharply dismisses him as he kicks the door, closing at Adam's face.

"Come on ..." Harry grabs my elbow, dragging me up the stairs.

"No ..." I groan and I let go of his grip.

The boy gives me a death glare, fear crosses through my veins.

"What did you say?" He asks me through clenched teeth. "So you're challenging me, geek?" He bites his lower lip.

This isn't good, why is he acting like that? I want to pull my hair, I want to yell at him, I just don't understand him. It's only been half an hour and I'm already gone mad.

Tonight was supposed to be quiet with Marcel, but with Harry here I doubt this will end well.