New Years Eve.
Impulse Feelings.
-Zayn’s POV-
New Years eve.
A fresh start the way I see it. And a new start with my new girlfriend Lydia! It’s just a shame Charlotte is pissing Lydia off at the moment, I know Lyd is annoyed that Charlotte has basically ditched her for Niall and Haz their whole holiday together but tonight we’re all going out to celebrate in Times Square and hopefully the tension will all blow over. I hope so at least, because Charlotte and Lydia have been friends since they we’re 10 Lydia was telling me and I know girls don’t like to loose friendships like that.
I just hope Charlotte gets her priorities sorted.
-Charlotte’s POV-
I honestly don’t believe in love, cliché as it sounds I just don’t. Especially not love at first sight. Like sure, you can be infatuated at first sight. You can think ‘wow she’s gorgeous, I wanna get to know her', but no way can you know you’re going to marry someone, have seven kids and grow old together just buy seeing them across a room.
Niall’s that cliché sort of person. I like him. A lot. But, I just... one person forever isn’t my thing. Harry isn’t cliché at all, he’s more of a friend with benefits and I just... I like him too. A lot.
I need to sort my priorities out.
"Hey Lyd, you ready to go?" I yelled out from my room.
I heard a loud bang then a reply from my bestie. "Yeah, sexy lady. Let's get off."
I quickly stood up and checked myself out in the full length mirror before going out to meet Lydia.
"YOU LOOK HOT." I yelled to her across the room.
She laughed. "Have you seen yourself lately?"
I laughed too and threw a wink in her direction before we both headed out towards the door.
I'm so happy we made up after I was being a little bitch to her. I apologised, knowing I was in the wrong.
I could never loose my Lydia.
-Harry's POV-
I left before Niall and Zayn, telling them I was going to meet an old friend that i'd rather hang with than fifth wheel.
I lied.
I was going to get my girl.
By the time I got to Times Square, I sat in The Hard Rock Café waiting until the perfect time... At 11;45 I went out into the crowds. I had 14 minuets and 50 seconds to find my girl. I stood up from my table and dashed out the door. I had never really thought about how challenging this was actually going to be. There were thousands of people in this tiny area and I had to find just one in such a short period of time. I was used to what I wanted just being handed to me, so this was quite the challenge. I was running round frantically, grabbing random girls, realising they weren't her and running off.
Time was ticking down and I was panicking right now, not gonna lie.
11;50 - No sign of her, or them, or anyone I recognised.
11;51 - Nothing at all. Just random people, and loud screaming.
11;52 - I just... I just wanted one happy ending...
11;5.. - OMG THERE. I spot them. She looks amazing, I thought. I have seven minuets. Taylor Swift was just walking off stage after performing and everyone was getting ready for the big countdown. He walked away from her, probably going to get food or something. I stood their, watching him slowly walk through the busy crowds.
11;59 - he still wasn't back, she looked kind of panicky, waiting for him.
The count down was beginning. This was it.
I ran up behind her and covered her eyes and started whispering the countdown into her ear.
"10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1" and then I did it, I kissed her. I moved my hands off her eyes and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her as close to me as I could get her. Never wanting to let go.
I pulled away to see her smiling... until she opened her eyes.
She looked up at me wide eyed, "HARRY?! WHAT THE FUCK?!" she turned around frantically and stopped frozen when she saw what she was dreading. He had seen everything. He had ruined everything.
Niall threw his drink and the floor before running off through the crowd. Charlotte turned around facing me, tears filled her eyes. I opened my arms for a hug to try and comfort her, she lifted up her arm and slapped me across the face.
"YOU'RE AN ASS HARRY STYLES." She shouted, before running away.
If I knew that was the last time I'd ever see her, I'd have chased her down until she admitted she loved me and made love to her all night. Holding her tightly in my arms so she felt safe.
But, instead, I went back to the apartment and got wasted.
My impulse feelings had fucked me over yet again.
New Years eve.
A fresh start the way I see it. And a new start with my new girlfriend Lydia! It’s just a shame Charlotte is pissing Lydia off at the moment, I know Lyd is annoyed that Charlotte has basically ditched her for Niall and Haz their whole holiday together but tonight we’re all going out to celebrate in Times Square and hopefully the tension will all blow over. I hope so at least, because Charlotte and Lydia have been friends since they we’re 10 Lydia was telling me and I know girls don’t like to loose friendships like that.
I just hope Charlotte gets her priorities sorted.
-Charlotte’s POV-
I honestly don’t believe in love, cliché as it sounds I just don’t. Especially not love at first sight. Like sure, you can be infatuated at first sight. You can think ‘wow she’s gorgeous, I wanna get to know her', but no way can you know you’re going to marry someone, have seven kids and grow old together just buy seeing them across a room.
Niall’s that cliché sort of person. I like him. A lot. But, I just... one person forever isn’t my thing. Harry isn’t cliché at all, he’s more of a friend with benefits and I just... I like him too. A lot.
I need to sort my priorities out.
"Hey Lyd, you ready to go?" I yelled out from my room.
I heard a loud bang then a reply from my bestie. "Yeah, sexy lady. Let's get off."
I quickly stood up and checked myself out in the full length mirror before going out to meet Lydia.
"YOU LOOK HOT." I yelled to her across the room.
She laughed. "Have you seen yourself lately?"
I laughed too and threw a wink in her direction before we both headed out towards the door.
I'm so happy we made up after I was being a little bitch to her. I apologised, knowing I was in the wrong.
I could never loose my Lydia.
-Harry's POV-
I left before Niall and Zayn, telling them I was going to meet an old friend that i'd rather hang with than fifth wheel.
I lied.
I was going to get my girl.
By the time I got to Times Square, I sat in The Hard Rock Café waiting until the perfect time... At 11;45 I went out into the crowds. I had 14 minuets and 50 seconds to find my girl. I stood up from my table and dashed out the door. I had never really thought about how challenging this was actually going to be. There were thousands of people in this tiny area and I had to find just one in such a short period of time. I was used to what I wanted just being handed to me, so this was quite the challenge. I was running round frantically, grabbing random girls, realising they weren't her and running off.
Time was ticking down and I was panicking right now, not gonna lie.
11;50 - No sign of her, or them, or anyone I recognised.
11;51 - Nothing at all. Just random people, and loud screaming.
11;52 - I just... I just wanted one happy ending...
11;5.. - OMG THERE. I spot them. She looks amazing, I thought. I have seven minuets. Taylor Swift was just walking off stage after performing and everyone was getting ready for the big countdown. He walked away from her, probably going to get food or something. I stood their, watching him slowly walk through the busy crowds.
11;59 - he still wasn't back, she looked kind of panicky, waiting for him.
The count down was beginning. This was it.
I ran up behind her and covered her eyes and started whispering the countdown into her ear.
"10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1" and then I did it, I kissed her. I moved my hands off her eyes and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her as close to me as I could get her. Never wanting to let go.
I pulled away to see her smiling... until she opened her eyes.
She looked up at me wide eyed, "HARRY?! WHAT THE FUCK?!" she turned around frantically and stopped frozen when she saw what she was dreading. He had seen everything. He had ruined everything.
Niall threw his drink and the floor before running off through the crowd. Charlotte turned around facing me, tears filled her eyes. I opened my arms for a hug to try and comfort her, she lifted up her arm and slapped me across the face.
"YOU'RE AN ASS HARRY STYLES." She shouted, before running away.
If I knew that was the last time I'd ever see her, I'd have chased her down until she admitted she loved me and made love to her all night. Holding her tightly in my arms so she felt safe.
But, instead, I went back to the apartment and got wasted.
My impulse feelings had fucked me over yet again.
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