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The first thing you should know is that Goldilocks hated her name, and she had a few reasons for this. The first one was simple logic…what if she had been a brunette, or a ginger? There was no way her parents knew she would have golden locks, and if not she would either be forced to dye her hair blonde, or go through a whole convoluted story every time she introduced herself, and neither of those options sounded appeasing. Luckily, her hair cooperated and none of that was necessary.
The second, and to her the most important, reason she hated her name was the fact it made her seem vain and obsessed with her hair…when she didn’t even pick the name! She had been scolded by countless people throughout the years, saying she shouldn’t put so much focus on her physical attributes because other things were more important. She got good grades, she played sports, she was well rounded, but no one seemed to realize that was a possibility with a name, and hair, like her’s.
Which is how she found herself walking through the dense woods that ran along the edge of town…she had been treated, yet again, like someone without a brain in her head, and she had stormed off before saying something she would regret. She was angrily stomping along the trail, muttering and mumbling to herself, when she realized she wasn’t actually on the trail anymore. When she looked up, she didn’t see it anywhere…when she reached for her phone she realized it was practically dead, or would be as soon as she tried using it for anything. She shrugged and pressed on; she would find her way back eventually.
Before long she stumbled upon a small cabin, one she hadn’t seen before, at least not that she remembered. She stayed back a bit, trying to gauge if anyone was in the structure, or if it was empty. After a few minutes of seeing no movement in, or around, the house, she quietly crept closer. She peered in one of the windows, noticing plates in the sink and blankets scattered about, indicating someone clearly lived there.
She made her way around the house to the front door. Once there she rang the bell, hearing it echo throughout what she was sure was an empty house. She waited a few minutes and when no one appeared, she decided to try the handle. To her surprise the knob turned and the door gave way without protest. She called into the house, making sure no one was there, then decided she would simply venture inside to find a charger for her phone, pull up her gps, and figure out how to get back to town.
The first charger she came across in the kitchen, after gently closing the door behind her, wasn’t the correct type and much too small for her phone. She sighed, putting it back where she found it, and went looking for another.
When she tiptoed into the living room she noticed another charger laying on the side table. She quickly grabbed it and tried it with her phone, only to discover it was much too big. How hard was it to find an iPhone charger?! Just as she started feeling as though it was a fruitless endeavor, she came across another, barely visible from where the cord stuck out of a desk drawer in the office.
She grabbed it quickly and, thank goodness, it was the perfect fit! She plugged it in and willed her phone to charge quickly so she could get out of the stranger's house before they returned and found her standing in their office. Just as her phone chimed back to life she heard the unmistakable sound of car tires on the gravel of the driveway. She swore under her breath and quickly decided to just order an Uber, hoping they would be able to find her without further direction.
She unplugged her phone after getting confirmation that her driver was on their way, shoved the charger back in the drawer, and sprinted toward the back of the house, hoping there was an exit. Thankfully there was a doorway leading to the back patio that she was able to slip through just as the family opened the front door. She ran down the driveway, hoping the Uber driver would be pulling up soon.
She skidded to a stop to catch her breath once she was out of view from the house. When she looked up, she heard the crunch of tires on the gravel; she froze, hoping it wasn’t another vehicle belonging to the people at the house. As it came into view however, she noticed the lit up “Uber” logo in the windshield and let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh, I’m so glad you found me okay,” she said, a bit breathless still, as she crawled into the backseat.
“No problem at all miss,” her driver responded, his voice holding a very obvious British accent.
“Well, thank you, you’re really saving me here,” she said, trying to get a glimpse of the man in the driver's seat, but all she could see was his curly, somewhat messy, brown hair.
“Like I said, no problem at all, honest. Name’s Harry by the way,” the man said, turning and winking as he introduced himself. He chuckled at her shell shocked reaction before turning his attention to backing down the drive.
“Right, Harry….as in…Harry Styles!?” She choked out.
“The one and only,” he responded cheekily, pulling out onto the main road. “Oh, and what kind of name is Goldilocks? What would have happened if your hair hadn’t turned out blonde?”
“EXACTLY!! That’s what I have always said too!” she screeched back, probably too excitedly.
She was fairly certain this driver was definitely just right.