Runny Ink, Chapter 1
Charlie's POV
„AAAAaaahhh!!!” I shouted while running in to the local grocery store, all soaked from the rain. I should be used to the rain by now. I’ve lived in London for a year and I still refuse to carry an umbrella. Stubborn – yes. My best friend, Grace, suddenly hugged me, making me shiver as her sweater was not only wet, but cold as hell.
“Imagine having your first kiss in the rain right now…” she almost shouted. “That would be so romantic” Grace gazed outside the window, slowly drifting in to her fantasy world.
In the freezing rain with some dumb-ass boy – I think no... Well Grace imagined those “dumb-ass” boys a bit differently.
“Yeah... with Niall, from One Direction” I teased her a bit. She was such an obsessed fan girl, teasing her was the better part of it, the bad parts - no need to mention them.
Grace quickly came back to the real world after realizing I said the name of her “soul mate, future husband, and boyfriend” how she likes to call him.
“That would be perfect, huh?!” again with the screaming in to my ear. She took out her phone, for obvious reasons – she had to tweet the fact that I mentioned Niall in a conversation.
“Yeahhhhh…No.” I looked at her like she was insane, her and Niall. Not going to happen, NEVER.
“Whyyyyy?” she whined while looking straight at me with puppy dog eyes.
“You’re hungry?” I tried changing the topic from one direction, though I knew It won’t last long, I already had to listen to her opinion on Harry’s hair half of the day. Supposedly it resembles a nest now.
Grace started nodding and I saw her eyes light up.
“Charlie, we should go to NANDOS” the look on her eyes reminded me of a serial killer that was about to do something super scary. She only goes to Nando’s because she thinks she’ll meet 1D there… I on the other hand go for the food, not the boys and the salad.
“Love, we’ll buy some chicken wings and I’ll make sesame chicken at home, okay. It’s just like Nando’s, even better to be honest” she was about to argue, but luckily “daddy direction” tweeted something and I lost her attention again.
I had to drag Grace to the tube, she had to think of a clever reply to Liam’s tweet, so Grace walked like a turtle, and sadly turtles were also 1D related. By the time we got on the train, I felt like SpongeBob, I wonder how he’s so happy, he’s wet all the time and that doesn’t satisfy anyone. I sat alone, since Grace, enjoyed the company of a 63 year old granny more than listening to music with me. Who can blame her, she wouldn’t listen to Boyce Avenue as long as I wouldn’t play their cover of “What Makes You Beautiful”.
It’s been 10 minutes on the train and I was getting tired. Only then did I see that there was a wet notebook lying next to me. I stared at it for the rest of the trip, hoping someone will take it – no one did. When the train stopped, Grace took me by my hand and started pulling me. I grabbed the notebook and got out. With only one thought on my mind. Who does it belong to?
Niall’s POV
“LIAAAAAAMM! Have you seen my notebook?” I can’t remember how many times have I searched for it in my room, but I was positive it wasn’t there.
“The last time I saw it Zayn was doodling on the cover of it at the tube” Liam’s answer was like a slap in the face, what if I left it there, what if??? God, nooo, nooo, nooo….
“We need to get back there, I think I left It on the train” I swear I heard Liam face palming in the other room or just cursing in a weird way.
“What was in it?” I didn’t wait for this question, I didn’t, my notebook was like a diary, just less official, It just had everything, from phone numbers, to secrets, to even photos.
“Everything…” I took a deep breath as Liam stormed in to the room, he was quite angry I must say.
“Everything?” I managed to nod and Liam was off to Harry’s and Louis apartment, probably to ask for a quick ride. Why do I always mess up, why?