Charlottes outfit

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"Haz, what took you so long? Paul said you wandered off..." Louis questioned.

And so, I couldn't keep my mouth shut and started talking about my encounter with Charlotte. I made sure to leave out the part where Charlotte's mom had said her and Dylan were getting married. After all, they said it was just an April Fool's joke. Even though it's not April....Weird people.

"Well, she's fit, smart, beautiful, athletic, her lips are like this cute bubble gum pink, and her eyes are this stormy grayish. They're so gorgeous and she's just so perfect, and..." I went on and on listing the things I likes about her without even noticing. I don't think I could have ever stopped. There just wasn't anything I didn't like about her.

"Perfect, you say? Well, isn't love in the air?" Zayn smirked.

I denied it of course. Even if I did atleast like her, there was no way she'd date me or even like me back. She's too reserved and she'd definetely not be used to the attention she'd get from dating someone like me. Besides, I just met her.

But, there was just something about her I couldn't stop thinking about. Maybe it's just her charming smile, or the way she gracefully moves, or her dashing eyes that I could stare at and get lost in forever like in a sea of hurricanes.

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I slammed the door shut as I entered the house. I couldn't even call it my home anymore. I was so sickenly disgusted by the monster I ever dared to call my mother.

I mean, why would she say such a thing? Has she no common sense? How could she have been so rude? I wonder what Harry's thinking about that right now. God, how embarassing.

Sure, I'll admit I was rude to him too when I first met him and there was absoloutely no need for me to say what I did. Atleast, I actually regret my actions, unlike a certain someone....



I plopped down on my pillow and straightened out my nightgown.



Thinking about Harry, I wondered when he was going to introduce me to his band. Just before he left, he had asked me if I wanted to meet them and despite what I told him a few seconds right before that, I accepted.

He was just so... captivating. His emerald green eyes, and his adorable dimples and something, I don't know what or why, I couldn't get out of my mind.

With a sigh, I pulled my blanket over. I couldn't fall in love even if I wanted to. Especially not right now. Maybe if we had met under different circumstances....

Notes

I updated Chapter 8!

So Charlotte will be meeting the rest soon and if you didn't realise, this chapter was at the beginning harrys pov then it switched to chatlottes..

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