Wild Ones

Chapter 2

"God damn," Charlotte hissed, as she tore through her purse the next morning. Her phone was gone. She knew exactly who had it, and she wasn't thrilled with him having access to all of her information. Not to mention how inconvenient it was to not have a phone.

She huffed loudly as she through her purse over her shoulder, and opened the door to her apartment. She would just have to suck it up and get a new phone. Closing and locking the door behind her, she glanced around the hall. She was jumpy. She couldn't deny that. She hadn't slept well at all last night. She scrubbed her body for over an hour, hoping to try and get rid of the memory of the blood and the dying man. She kept getting up to make sure her doors and windows were locked. And every howl of the wind made her jump.

But she refused to let last night affect her. She was not going to be at the mercy of any gang in London, but especially the one run by Harry Styles. She couldn't help but growl as she walked out of her building. He was an asshole, that much was clear. She quickly unlocked her car from the other side of the parking lot, but stopped suddenly. Looking around she couldn't help but feel she was being watched.

She shook her head and convinced herself she was being paranoid, as she made her way to her car. Huffing as she got in, she slammed the door and started the car, pulling out from her spot. She glanced out her rearview mirror, as she pulled out into traffic.

There is no one there, she told herself.

Stop being crazy, she insisted.

She continued on the road she was on before pulling into the Starbucks parking lot. Getting out of the car, she locked it and walked in.

"A little late for you, isn't it?" the guy behind the counter asked, grinning at her.

"I got a late start," Charlotte answered, before quickly looking behind her. She could not shake the feeling that someone was following her.

"Same as usual?" the man asked.

"Please," Charlotte answered, "Thanks V."

She pulled out money, and tried to hand it to him.

"On me," Victor said, pushing her money back.

"You can't keep buying my coffee," Charlotte said with a laugh.

"Sure I can," Victor said, "You're my number one customer anyway. It's how you keep junkies coming back, giving them free supplies."

"I'm not a junkie," Charlotte argued, getting a scoff from Victor.

"Take a break," a girl said, approaching Victor.

He nodded, grabbing the coffee cup, and moving around the counter. He handed Charlotte her coffee and followed her as she left the shop.

Charlotte glanced around, holding the cup.

"You alright?" Victor asked, looking around confused, "You seem a bit jumpy today."

"I haven't had my coffee yet," Charlotte answered, taking a sip. Victor smiled at her.

"Have you given any thoughts to tonight?" he asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

Charlotte sighed deeply, before looking up at him unsure.

"It's just dinner," he said.