Accident (HS)

Prolouge. (Chapter 1.)

I sighed as I waited in the long line for the cashier. Tapping my foot impatiently, I earned glares from the other customers.

Well excuuuuse me.

As the line progressed, I heard screaming from the other side of the grocery store. I whipped my head around, trying to determine where the havoc was coming from. A mob of teenage girls were yelping over someone. As the line progressed without my knowledge, an elderly lady stepped on my heal painfully and screeched at me to get moving. I restrained my middle finger from doing the talking, and instead managed a painful grimace and moved about a half a centimeter forward. The last generation...lemme tell you.

When I finally got through the long-ass line, I scurried back to my car as fast as my long legs could carry me. As I was about to pull open my car door, the car next to me started to pull out. Jerk. I stood there and wished they would hurry up. Ice cream doesn't stay frozen forever in this Virginia heat.

As the expensive looking car turned to go towards the main road, I turned the other way to look at the blue sky. Just then I heard a sickening sound of metal on metal, and turned around to see my precious car had a huge dent in its side, as well as its brand new paint job skimmed off. The culprit car stopped, the ignition was turned off, the the door opened. Someone with almost black hair and sunglasses shot out, along with curly locks of hair framing their skin.

"Shit-I'm so sorry, I'll pay for ev- hey- do I know you?" He sounded familiarly British. The car murderer whipped his glasses off and studied me. Just then my eyes went wide, and so did his. He looked me up and down, as did I to him. His expression mirrored mine in a state of confusion and shock. I slammed my head against my car door, remembering everything about him. I groaned.

"Ahh, long time no see, hasn't it been CheChe?" I grimaced at his unattractive nickname for me. "What has it been, a year after graduation? I didn't expect to find you here of all places. Weren't you going to Oxford for a medical degree?"

"Wow, glad to see your memory hasn't changed." I retorted as best I could. We were eye level, with him just a fraction of an inch shorter. Yeah, I've always been tall, 5'10.

"Of course not, how could I bear to forget all of your embarrassing moments I would tell to everyone at school?" Yep, same old li'l fucker.

"Well, I never thought I'd see you under such shitty circumstances, but I believe you have some explaining to do?" He rolled his eyes and nodded.

"How much do you want for it?" He offered. I shook my head, hell no.

"N-no." I said firmly, "I'm going to see how much this is actually going to cost, and you are going to pay me the actual amount!" I growled growing angry at his smirking expression.

"Fine, have it your way, literally nothing has changed with you. Your still a f-" He was cut off by flashing lights and a million reporters asking questions, interrupting our little feud.

"How long have you known Harry? Are you two dating? Is it a boy or a girl?"

I faltered at the last question, scowling at the reporter, and becoming overwhelmed at the scene. Harry stood opposite me, looking bored and slightly amused at the situation. I stepped away from the men and women, and got into my car, shutting the door as fast as I could. I turned my head to see Harry tapping on my window. Making a face I rolled it down and he popped his head in to throw a piece of paper at me, then promptly took his head back out as I shut the window.I looked carefully at the piece of paper, analyzing it and determining if it was a stink bomb or not. I decided to wait until I was home to open it.

As I was driving back, I felt conflicted. I had just seen Harry Styles. My high school enemy. He had changed, his ego had multiplied by the hundredth. I knew he was in a band that was pretty famous, because I actually had known another fifth of the band, Liam, my lifelong middle school and high school friend, who had actually introduced me to Harry, a millennium ago. It felt like that at least.

I made a right turn where my neighborhood was and pulled into my driveway. I shared a cute little loft with my best friend Kourtney. I sat in my car for a moment, feeling a bit dazed at my situation. Shaking my head I realized I had precious cargo that had to be unloaded into the refrigerator, so
I opened my door and made my way out of the car. I took in my melted ice cream and the little slip of paper I had yet to open. I walked up the sidewalk and unlocked my door, opened it, and yelled a greeting to Kourt. She appeared moments later to help me with the ice cream.

"I say we put this ice cream to use and go watch some Kardashian drama. E! News is waiting.." She wiggled her eyebrows as I nodded in approval. Telling her about my little grocery shop fun could wait. I ran over to the couch and dived into it, spoon in hand, and ice cream tub, as well as the piece of paper that was driving me insane. Slowly opening it while Kourt turned the tv on, I saw it was Harry-

"Styles seemed to have met a new friend today, or reunited with a old frenemy, perhaps?" The tv started projecting the 'hottest news'. "Looking a little shocked, the 19 year old star had a bit of a run in with a girl he acknowledged as 'CheChe'." The reporter laughed. "Could these two be the start of Hollywood's Next Hot Couple, or are they going to be working on some new secretive project together? We have yet to find out folks! Tweet your thoughts to us on Twitter at @e!hollywoodnews. Stay tuned, we'll be back with more news about Taylor Swift's change from country to pop!" The announcer smiled at the camera.

The screen flashed again with pictures of Harry and I's 'reunion.' Damn, those jeans made my butt look good.

I felt something hard hit my head."Ow!" I screeched and glared at Kourtney, who was giving me the same expression. "Ok, so about that, I kinda had a little run in with H-" I was cut off.

"The fuck you did! Explain. Now." She demanded and I bowed my head and nodded.

After telling her about my encounter she had her eyebrows raised looking at the piece of paper with his phone number on one side. She looked at me and said questioningly, so what are you gonna do?"

"As if I know." I scowled and took the piece of paper from her. "I think the only thing to do is to call him and see what he has up his sleeve." He always did in high school. I thought to myself.

Groaning, I got up from the comfortable couch and swiped my phone off of the table. I didn't want to do this, but I had to. My hands were sweaty and nervous, and my stomach felt tight. Glancing at the piece of paper held tightly in my hands, I tapped the numbers on the keypad and pressed dial.

It rang a few times before someone picked up and said "Hello?"

"Harry" I greeted coldly and I heard him smirk on the other line, if that was even possible to hear. "We have to talk."

Ohhhh shizzle!!' And that was the start of 'Accident' y'all! I'm excited cause this thing is gonna get real in a few chapters. Vote, comment, and follow for a follow back.

I still do not know who is going to play Cher, or Kourtney, or any of the other characters. I would prefer Cher to be blonde, and NOT Selena Gomez please. If you have any suggestions put them

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Xoxo, Cara

Word Count: 1400 (exactly)

Ps-where my Virginia hoes at?