Trouble!

Just as I’m about to give up …he comes rushing back in holding a slick white paper bag. “It should fit.” He says handing me the bag. He looks so frigging gorgeous that my smart-ass mouth deserts me. “Go on then,” he prompts, “try it on!”

Grateful to get away from the stares, I head to the toilets and check the bag. He’s bought me a new top! My cheeks flame from the embarrassment but I don't have a choice right now. Its simple but classy and he guessed my size perfectly. It feels dangerously expensive (he’s pulled off the tags) Course, I’ll offer to pay him back whatever it cost. I fling my stained top in the bin and head back out.

As I walk past a table, a voice says, “It fits!” I turn, its Harry. “You look great.” he smiles. He’s sat with another guy. He was obviously meeting someone here too. “let me pay you back.” I say, reaching for my purse. “Hey?” Its Melissa, standing right next to me. “Yes, hi.” I turn to greet her and straight away Melissa starts talking all over me. “I’m so sorry! the traffic was shite and my phone battery went dead…” On and on she goes, not pausing for me to finish talking to Harry.

When I manage to sneak a look at him, he’s talking to his friend and not looking at us. Melissa grabs my arm and leads me away to a table to get started on the interview. I struggle to stay focused. I really want to pay him back before he leaves and of course I want to have those eye look into mine one last time! Maybe I could get a selfie, something to remember him by?

The interview passes in a haze, but it goes well. Actually Melissa does most of the talking, but I agree with her and laugh in all the right places so it goes really well. I keep sneaking looks at Harry and - incredibly, I catch him looking at me a few times! Maybe he still felling a bit embarrassed? Melissa starts to wind things up, “Ok, we’ve got some other candidates to meet but - Oh! I’m late again! it was lovely to meet you and I’ll be in touch soon!” with that, Melissa leaves and…No!…as I turn to look, so has Harry.

My heart sinks and sadly, I grab my bag to leave. Oh well I got to meet him at least, I should be grateful for that. Suddenly, I sense a tall figure loom behind me. “How did it go?” Its Harry! I blush to my toes again. “Great! yeah, it went well, sounds positive!” I blather. He smiles and we head to the exit. Outside, we see a gaggle of photographers ready with their cameras.

He turns to me, sad again. “look….he starts; “Oh No! I cut him off horrified, I’ve just seen the time. “my train home leaves in fifteen minutes!” I realise with horror that I don't have enough money to buy another ticket and my parents will kill me if I don't get back today. “Let me drive you,” he says firmly and ushers me quickly outside. As the cameras snap in his face, I wonder how he deals with this shit all the time.

I’m expecting to see a car of course but…its a motorbike! I must look scared as he hands me a helmet. “Well If you want to be in Kings Cross in fifteen minutes then…” We hop on and I’m quietly crapping myself, I’ve never been on a motorbike before. As we set off, I grip the back bar as hard as I can. I feel too weird about holding onto him. I don't want to grope the guy, well, actually I do but you know what I mean. At the first bend however, I quickly change my tune and grab onto him for dear life! So embarrassing!

As we pull up for a traffic light, I move to rearrange myself, I do feel weird about hanging onto him after-all…but he stops me…”its safer” he says pulling my arms back round his waist. We drive some more and I see Kings Cross up-ahead. What on earth I am going to say when we stop? Never mind the fact I’ll have some serious helmet hair!

Turns out I don't have much time to worry about it. As we pull in I hear the final call for my train! I hop down, pulling the helmet off and praying my hair looks OK. “thats my train!” I say. Even through the visor he seems sad. I hope he's going to say something…maybe ask me for…what? What on earth am I thinking? Suddenly he gives me an awkward thumbs up and pulls away not looking back.

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