What Humans Do

The world of gymnastics is a cruel one and when you get injured on the job you will be seen as easy prey. That's exactly what happened to me. I'm on the UK's Olympic Gymnast team and one day it's all taken from me when I left the gym on a stretcher. Now, I'm fighting my way back to the top of my team. That's the whole point of this whole stunt. Everything with him was perfect, but I couldn't allow that. I could only be with him for a year and a half. That's it. That's the whole point of this publicity stunt, to get back to the top, not to fall for each other. I would NOT, under any circumstnaces, let myself fall in love with Harry Styles.


3. The First 'Date'

'Hey, it's Harry... I'm here.' said a voice over the intercome.

"Okay, I'll buzz you in... I'm almost ready" I replied while I pushed the button to let him in. Moments after I had let him into the building I heard a knock on my door and I knew who it was. Let the games begin.

"It's unlocked," I hollored out of my room. I heard the door open and close and my cat, Bellea, start to meow her head off. She was never too fond of stangers, especially the male species.

Suddenly, I heard her meowing come to a stop and ran out to the living room to find her passed out on Harry's lap. I gave him a look that seemed as if he'd shot her. I didn't mean to, but she has NEVER done anything like that and it was strange to me.

"I think your cat likes me... What's her name?" He asked quitely, as if he didn't want to wake her.

"Her names Bellea... How exactly did you manage to get her to do that? She hates other people except me and a special few?" I asked, still stunned with my eyes narrowed towards him.

He must've felt the pressure because he picked Bellea up and said "sorry, she just came and sat on me and I love cats so who am I to disagree? Are you ready?"

My eyes untightened themselves. "Almost, I just need to put my shoes on. Does Grettea know where we're going tonight?"

"No. Does she have to?"

"Yes. Unless you want to get yelled at by her. She already thinks I'm disobedient, I wouldn't want her thinking the same of you after knowing you for hardly a day. I can text her when we leave, I'll be right back."

I turned and walked down the hall to my bedroom to grab my favorite pair of brown Oxfords and went to the bath room to check my reflection one last time. My hair was in it's normal wavy stand and I was wearing only foundation and mascara, like normal as well. I never thought that a lot of make-up looked good on me.

Feeling satisfied with my reflection, I turned around, slid into my shoes, grabbed my purse and keys and shut the light off, knowing not to close my door unless I wanted to get angry looks from the neighbors again for a month from Bellea meowing to get into my room.

"Okay, I'm ready." Harry stood and I had just realised how very tall he was to my small gymnast frame of 5 foot and 2 inches. Harry must've been about 5 foot 9 inches.

He briskly walked past me, leaving his strong scent behind him, and opened the door. "Well then, away we are, m'lady!"

I'm not sure if he expected me to laugh or what but I just stood there, staring at him with my head turned to the side. After a few awkward seconds of that, I regathered my things and walked past him. I waited for him to exit my house so I could lock the door.

Somehow, we managed to make it to the car without having another awkward stare down. I don't know how Grettea thought this would work. I knew this would be a complete disaster from the start.

"You look really nice, you know," Harry said, obviously trying to defuse some of the remaining tension.

"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself," I replied and gave him a small nudge and smilied. It was true. He didn't look that bad for what we were doing tonight.

He wore a black v-neck shirt with a pair of plain blue jeans and some white Converse. After I had gotten out of the shower, I had done some reasearch on him. From the pictures I'd seen, he normally wore something like this.

"So, in order to get to know each other, want to play 20 questions? But not the kind where you think of something and I have to guess it, the kind where I ask you a question and you answer it then I answer it and then you ask the question and it repeats."

Maybe I was being a little harsh on Harry, he did seem kind of sweet. I shrugged my shoulders and said "Alright, you go first."

"Okay, favorite movie?"

"Oh, that's a hard one... There's so many great movies out there! You have to be more specific with the type... What genre?"

"Disney movies."

"That does not make this job any easier," I said while smiling. It's true. Disney movies were my favorite kind of movie.

"How is it you can bend your body in all sorts of ways but picking a movie is difficult?" He replied while smiling and taking his eyes off the road to sneak a glance at me.

"Well, I train for that stuff. I don't ever recall having to go to practice to be quizzed on my favorite movies!"

"Alright, I'll make it easier then... Musical?"

"That's way easier! I'd have to say, without a doubt, Chicago. That's such an amazing movie, I could watch it forever!" I said with a smile plastered on my face. I wish I lived back in the 20's. Everything seemed so much more magical and new.

"That movies good, but I'm a fan of Mama Mia, if I must say so myself!"

"That's a good one, too. If I hadn't done gymnastics I so would've become an actress! Anyway, it's my turn now... Hmm... Favorite country?"

"I really enjoy Austrailia. I like the sun and the beach, what about you?"

"I hate the sun and I hate the beach. My friends say I'm the human form of a black hole," I paused because I started laughing which he soon joined in on. "I think I like Romania the best. My family is from Romania so I go and visit them a lot, almost two to five times a year. It's so beautiful over there. Have you ever been?"

"No, I must say I haven't. I suppose I'm going to have to go one day, though. Are you telling anyone about... us?" He asked looking a little scared of the answer for some reason.

"No. I don't plan on telling anyone. If we're going to do this then I want it to be as real as possible and I can't have Emmie, my best friend, seeing us and laughing because if she laughs, I will laugh and I just don't want to ruin everything."

"Yeah, I'm only telling Louis. I've already screwed a lot up with the other boys, I don't want one of them to slip up and have it all ruined and we get labeled liars and such. Well, we're here. Shall we go?"

He sighed as he began to unbuckle his seat bealt. "Yes, we shall." He smoothly walked over to my side of the car and opened the door. Once I got out he grabbed on to my hand. This was the first time since I had become some what famous that I had went any where holding hands with someone.

In we walked, hand and hand.


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