Won't Go (One Direction)

Chapter Two

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“Well too bad! It’s mine now!” He brought the jar close to his chest, cuddling it. “It’s okay, my sweet Hazelnut goodness. The mean lady won’t take you away,” He whispered to it.

I looked at him in disbelief. “The mean lady?! Why am I the mean lady?” My eyes widened.

His death grip on the jar relaxed. “You tried to separate the greatest love story since Jack and Rose. Of course you’re the mean lady.” The Nutella, or should I say Rose, was brought dangerously close to his lips. The familiar-looking guy proceeded to place a wet, sloppy kiss right on the label, getting his Cooties all over it. Ew.

“Well then. I guess you win – no way in hell am I touching that jar…” I threw in the towel. Even Nutella wasn’t worth that.

His green – or were they blue? – eyes brightened immediately. “We win, Ella!”

I raised my brows. “Ella?”

In response, he rolled his eyes. “Well I had to call her something.” He pointed it out like it should be obvious to me.

“Y-you name your food…?” I stuttered. What was wrong with this boy? Did he escape his padded room back at the crazy house?

“If I don’t name it then my part-time roommate will eat it…” he mumbled under his breath sadly. After a second or two, he brought his eyes back up to meet mine, biting his lip and giving me an expectant look.

I still hadn’t figured out where I recognized this guy from. He had kept looking at me funny during our conversation – I just thought it was because of the fact we were talking about Nutella. Maybe I was wrong though – he seemed to be waiting for something.

The silence was just beginning to get awkward when I decided to speak up and ask him if we ever met before. Damn he looked familiar.

Right when I opened my mouth, a shrill scream dragged me out of my thoughts. “HARRY! Oh my GAWWD. It’s Harry guys!”

His face changed in an instant, going from all smiley and happy to terrified as a group of a dozen or so girls came hurling towards him.

Then it hit me.

I just had an entire conversation about Nutella. With Harry Styles. Fucking Harry Styles.

I glanced back up at him. The crazy fans were practically mauling him, begging for autographs, trying to touch his curls, asking for follows on Twitter…it was madness. The smart thing to do would be to simply walk away. Just back away slowly, and no one would get hurt. Except, well, Harry. One girl was screaming “Let me love you!” at the top of her lungs while the others were too excited to form coherent sentences.

Before I knew what I was doing, my arms began pulling the thirteen year olds off of him. I could hear a few of their mothers shouting at me in the background – “Keep your hands off my daughter!” “They’re not doing anything wrong! This is his job!” “Harry owes them this!” At the last one I lost it.

“IF HE OWES ANYONE ANYTHING, IT’S ME A JAR OF NUTELLA. NOW GO AWAY.”

Well, I had to hope saying something would make them go away. But no, that would be too easy. It did however, shut the moms up, which was a start.

Harry threw me a panicked look. I wasn’t sure if he was expecting me to leave him to fend for himself or start fangirling. Neither one was happening any time soon. I had never been a big fan of One Direction, something that was worthy of the death penalty in these girls’ eyes, but that didn’t mean I was going to leave him behind. A sudden idea popped in my head.