Yours Truly

The average 16 year old girl Clara, has always been struggling making friends. She has never been one of the popular girs, and has only one really close friend. One day when she gets enough of school, she bumps into a charming young man, Harry Styles. Little did she know, that this boy could change her life completely..

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16. Home Alone

 

Claras P.O.V

I spent the day doing exactly nothing. I just sat in my bed, drank some tea and listened to my favourite songs, thinking. Harry Harry Harry. Always Harry. He was the only thing on my mind, and it was starting to drive me a bit crazy. But then again, I guess I was crazy. I really wanted - more than anything, to get out of my little world. The past had taken so hard on me, that it was hard to move on. Hard to forget about all the nights that I spent on crying over everything, but also crying over nothing. The nights I had been out of my mind, cutting into my arm and wrists, with blood leaving dirty marks on my clothes. I wish I could just move on.

Harrys P.O.V

After Clara had left, I started to clean the kitchen. It was a nice way to think. The whole of Clara’s story kept repeating itself over and over and over in my head. To think about how much I meant to her, in such a short time was just so weird. In some ways, I just wished she hadn't told about her life. Because now, every time I saw her beautiful face, the face I thought was once so innocent, I saw sadness. To think about the tears she had been hiding behind her smile is just terrible; no one deserves to feel that way. 

To clear my mind, I decided to continue cleaning. It felt great getting rid of all the pieces of dust that spread everywhere. The sun was shining very brightly through the window, and pain started growing as it hit my eyes. I shut them straight away, and used my hand to cover the sunlight. I sled across the floor, and quickly got up on my feet. A heat spread across my body, and I felt sweat coming out of my pours. The weather was really weird today, it was in August and I felt burning hot. Maybe I had gotten an allergic reaction or something? Whatever it was, I decided to take of my shirt. I stretched my arms out, and flexed my abs. A small flashback came to my thoughts, and I remembered the time when I first started One Direction, when I had no abs at all.

As I continued cleaning, the sun kept on burning on my skin. Since I was home alone, I decided to remove my pants as well. I slipped out of them and threw them on the ground. I doubted for a second, but then I also stepped out of my underwear. I loved walking around naked; it felt so good and free. Some people thought it was gross, but most of the fans just found it funny.

When walking around naked and cleaning got a little boring, I dragged my underwear back up my leg, and turned my head. There, my couch, so soft and untouched, stood write in front of me. I felt this huge urge of just throwing myself on the couch, and with having nothing better to do, I did it. It almost felt like a wind went through my hair, as I jumped and flew through the air. I landed with a small bump, reached out my arm and grabbed the remote. The soft rubber touched the edge of my fingertips, and with a small sound, my TV turned on.

There was nothing really interesting on, so I just started zapping through all the different channels. I admittedly reacted when I heard the name "Harry Styles", and stopped zapping

"Worldwide superstar Harry Styles have been spotted with a young blond girl. Rumors say that they were seen together outside Mr. Styles' apartment, some say they were just talking, some say holding hands, and some even say they saw them kissing? What do we think? We think a little Looove is in the air"

I blurred picture of two people walked next to each other from behind showed up, and by the clothes they couple was wearing, I could tell it was us.

I turned off the TV.

The thought of telling Clara about this came to me, but then again, there were so many things that told me I shouldn’t. If I did tell her, we could both watch out for paparazzi, but I think it would come very overwhelming to her, since she properly never has tried anything like that before, and I surly didn’t want to scare her. On the other half, not telling her would leave her with no worries at all, and she would just have to find out about it herself.

After a lot of considerations on what I should do, I finally had made up my mind. My hand shacked as I picked up my phone, and dialled her number.

"Hello?" The sweet voice I knew so well said on the other end.

This wasn't going to be easy.

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