My Life with One Direction

Brielle Miller was a normal girl, until she heard about her mother being One Direction's stylist, they turn her world upside down. But can she deal with five crazy teenage boys, filling her up wih feelings and romance?

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12. Make up or Break up?

"Briella.. I don't know.." Harry breathes, he looks straight into my eyes, his beautiful emerald eyes shining, he's making this harder. "I understand.." I almost whisper.. I'm sure he saw the pain in my eyes. He opens the door, and glances back at me. I fall back down and cupped my face. I sigh, and drop my hands to see Louis and Katie looking at me. I gave them a "didn't work" look. They walked closer and sat down. I supposed they wanted to talk? I didn't want to. "Harry's, just, confused.." Louis hesitates. ."I'm sure he is, but I feel like he doesn't have feeling for me," glancing back and forth into they're eyes. "Give Harold some time. They boys and I have an idea." Louis mischievously chuckles. "Well, you work on that. I'm going back to feeling sorry for myself." I cry, throwing myself into my pillow. I feel a masculine hand rub my back, and then fall, and a feminine touch kiss my head, and leave. All I wanted was Harry.


Harry's P.O.V

As soon as I left, I swear I heard a crack.. I wanted to go back, but I would feel weak, like giving in to her camouflage colored eyes, and her, sweet, heart. No! I can't keep feeling this for her. I need some time. And I mean a lot of time. "Get out! The boys and I need to taaaalk!" Louis moans. "Paul said we've gotta get ready, Stella's waiting, and sorry BooBear." I advise him. "Boys we'll pick this up later. But for now, to Stella!" he tells, his right arm on his waist, and left in the air, and then fleeing off to Stella. All I could do was smile. He was crazy.


Louis P.O.V

"Owuchh! Your pulling my hair to hard!" I cry at Stella. "It's not my fault you didn't brush your hair this morning." she snaps back at me. "Well, i'm not like Zayn, who stand in front of a mirror every second, admiring how hot I am." I shout, trying to change the subject. I finally jump up, pull at my suspenders, pulling them down, so that they fall to my maroon colored pants. "Hazza, Haaazzaa." I sing in Harry's ear as he takes a power nap. "Boys, he, he's good to go!" I whisper loudly. And as I turn around, I feel a hand come in contact with my cheek lightly, but with a little, stinginess. Or whatever word there is for that. I turn to see Harry with a cheeky smile on his face. "You shouldn't whisper loudly in front of you prank victim." Harry says, very cocky. "So I see." I say playing with his curls. "Go time boys!" Paul says. Time to show Chicago what we got! Tehehehe.


"Goodnight Detriot!" Niall shouts, catching his breath, raising his left hand in the air. We rush back stage, giving eachother good job hugs. We get back to the bus, and I send Harry out, go get some tacos or something, and I chase Briella out and send her over to the beach. I turn a light off, light a candle, and place out a planner. Hand drawn stuck figures showing Briella and Harry. And how to get then back together. "Here's the plan.."
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