As soon as I was safe in my room and had flopped on my bed I dialed the missed call number from earlier.
"Cassie!" May, my absolute best friend exclaimed.
I put on a sick voice and proceeded to say I had a cold and couldn't attend work. I added that I had slept on late so she didn't wonder why I hadn't called.
She took the bait and wished me well. Good old kind hearted May.
I met her when I moved to Chicago a year ago. All I had was this apartment room and a bit of cash my parents loaned me. I was looking for a life. We met at a hairdressers when I went to go get my fringe cut. I was still looking for a job and she told me there was a spot open as a sweeper there.
Of course I accepted and soon I was working for May and her aunt, mrs. Daniella. We became fast friends. Me and May that is. Not mrs. Daniella. She doesn't really like people, just has a thing for hair. But I'll grow on her. Hopefully.
I know I didn't tell May the real reason I didn't come to work but she quite , well, big mouthed. I mean I love the girl and all since she's my closest friend but she REALLY can't keep a secret. Best not to tell her right away.
Anyway I mean what's to tell? Sure I met a famous handsome singer that's living in my apartment and sure he tried to kinda kiss me but that's nothing. I mean I don't think I can ever date another guy after ....him.
Suddenly the door bell rings. I groan because I know it's probably Jarod. I get up and mess up my hair hopefully looking as unappealing as possible. That's my strategy with him.
I pull open the door and roll my eyes even though I haven't seen him yet. Just the thought of him annoys me.
"Woah.Tough crowd.Thought you'd be happy to see me." A lopsided British guy greets me at the other end of the door.
"Harry! I was just at your place!" I say wondering why he was here.
"I realized I didn't get your number!" He says.
"Oh right sure" he wants my number! Oh my gosh ! We exchange phones and enter our numbers.
" look I know we just met but I don't have much friends here besides the boys and I was wondering well if..." He hesitates rubbing the back of his neck. I decide to make things a bit easier for him.
"Yes" I say.
" so you'll go to lunch with me. " he says glad and a little relieved." Pick you up at 1"
With that I officially have my first date with Harry.