Only Let Me Fall If You're Gonna Catch Me

Carrie’s POV
School today. I have a headache. I remember every bit of last night. Which is a bad thing. I don’t want to remember last night.
I put on my clothes on and brushed my hair into a messy bun. I had probably the darkest bags under my eyes, so I put on some concealer.
I got in the car and turned on the radio. “Some Nights” by Fun came on. It was one of my favorites.

I got to the school yard and got out of my car. I could feel the eyes on my hair and murmuring. But I kept my head up high. I was almost more confident with this hair. Happier with it. It described...me.
“Whoa, Carrie what’s with your hair?” I heard behind me. It was Rachel.
“Myra did it. Cool, huh?” I gloated.
“You could say either cool or extremely crazy.” She murmured. Then I saw him. Harold Edward Styles. Just the person I wanted to see. (Note the sarcasm)
"Carrie, can we talk please?" He begged.
"We talked yesterday." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Rach?" Harry begged Rachel to get me to talk to him.
"Ha, no. Go talk to Louis. You guys seem to be really close." She hissed. Then walked off.
"Carrie, I like you. And I know you like me. So please?"
"I told you I don't like you anymore. Sorry, Harry I have moved on." But the truth is, I haven't. My world still revolves around his curly hair and green eyes and his dimples. But, don't get me wrong. I want to be over him. I really, really do.

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