The Moon's True Light
Chapter 24
Ariela's POV
I know I should be sad about my boyfriend's break up and shoveling ice cream in my mouth while crying.
But I'm not.
I'm actually kind of happy.
I can listen to boy bands on the radio, the toilet seat stays down, and I can order pizza every night. I also know he won't hurt Harry again.
No one will hurt Harry again.
Also, I don't need a boyfriend. Big Fat Guy and I can just get old together.
Who needs boys when you've got cats?
Oh no I'm turning into one of those people!
Eh, whatever.
Anyway, I'm currently at the studio with the boys writing a song called Midnight Memories. It was a fun song with a bit of a grunge-rock feel. I think this song is going to be a big hit.
Our session was sadly almost up. I enjoyed working with these boys, they are so sweet.
Once our time was up I went over by Harry, I wanted to ask him this question for a while now.
"Harry, tomorrow's Saturday. I was wondering if you wanted to visit dad tomorrow?" I asked.
"Did you tell him about me?" Harry asked.
"Nope I was going to suprise him." I stated.
"Then I'm in!" he shouted.
I smiled widely, things were finally going to work out for me and Harry.
After that my day was filled with uneventful rehearsals and recordings.
Once I got home, I decided to do research on One Direction. Because this was the first amount of free tim I've had in a while.
I typed in the Google search box "One Direction".
Then millions of links and pictures flood my screen.
But one caught my eye.
'Harry Styles Sleeps with 416 Women A Year"
I was kind of confused by that title considering there are only 365 days in a year. But I continue reading the article, I was crying because of all of the horrid things they called my Har-Bear. But one thing made me snap and bawl. And that was the first sentance.
"Harry Styles, 16 years old, is London's new heartbreaker."
He was sixteen years old. Practically a child. And he was getting called all of these disgusting things.
I started in the music industry when I was fourteen, and I still haven't been called anything horrible like that yet.
My thoughts were interupted by a text.
It was from Robert.
"Babe, I'm sorry. I should have watched my mouth. Please forgive me."
I called him up.
"Ariela?!" He answered excitedly.
"Leave me and my family alone you fucking Dick!" I screamed into the phone.
I was mad at Robert.
Because he isn't much different from the people who write this shit.
I know I should be sad about my boyfriend's break up and shoveling ice cream in my mouth while crying.
But I'm not.
I'm actually kind of happy.
I can listen to boy bands on the radio, the toilet seat stays down, and I can order pizza every night. I also know he won't hurt Harry again.
No one will hurt Harry again.
Also, I don't need a boyfriend. Big Fat Guy and I can just get old together.
Who needs boys when you've got cats?
Oh no I'm turning into one of those people!
Eh, whatever.
Anyway, I'm currently at the studio with the boys writing a song called Midnight Memories. It was a fun song with a bit of a grunge-rock feel. I think this song is going to be a big hit.
Our session was sadly almost up. I enjoyed working with these boys, they are so sweet.
Once our time was up I went over by Harry, I wanted to ask him this question for a while now.
"Harry, tomorrow's Saturday. I was wondering if you wanted to visit dad tomorrow?" I asked.
"Did you tell him about me?" Harry asked.
"Nope I was going to suprise him." I stated.
"Then I'm in!" he shouted.
I smiled widely, things were finally going to work out for me and Harry.
After that my day was filled with uneventful rehearsals and recordings.
Once I got home, I decided to do research on One Direction. Because this was the first amount of free tim I've had in a while.
I typed in the Google search box "One Direction".
Then millions of links and pictures flood my screen.
But one caught my eye.
'Harry Styles Sleeps with 416 Women A Year"
I was kind of confused by that title considering there are only 365 days in a year. But I continue reading the article, I was crying because of all of the horrid things they called my Har-Bear. But one thing made me snap and bawl. And that was the first sentance.
"Harry Styles, 16 years old, is London's new heartbreaker."
He was sixteen years old. Practically a child. And he was getting called all of these disgusting things.
I started in the music industry when I was fourteen, and I still haven't been called anything horrible like that yet.
My thoughts were interupted by a text.
It was from Robert.
"Babe, I'm sorry. I should have watched my mouth. Please forgive me."
I called him up.
"Ariela?!" He answered excitedly.
"Leave me and my family alone you fucking Dick!" I screamed into the phone.
I was mad at Robert.
Because he isn't much different from the people who write this shit.
@kiss-my-sass
Thank you for the joke!!!!!!!!!
3/30/14