Remember Me?

Hi, my names Claire. Let me tell you about myself;
I hate rabbits. Rabbits suck. Rabbits are scary and have NO PURPOSE.
Im a cat person. I love cats.
And also im best friends with Harry Styles, we have been neighbors since I we were 5 and he just came back from that tour for that album that I forget the name of...
My brother just moved to America. I dont really miss him...
Im 18 years old, I have waist-long brown hair, big brown eyes, a nice tan, and a crooked smile.
I cant wait to for whats to come now that Harry and the other 6...Is it 6? Oh- Oh 4, yeah, yeah. Now that Harry and the other 4 boys I never met are back, I know its going to be a interesting time.


2. I Hate Supermodels. And Rabbits.


Driving to London from Holmes Chapel was horrid since there was so much traffic. Probably cause One Direction was here.  I have learned this; Don't mess with 1D's bitches. I turned on the radio to get welcomed by that friendly radio station guy that I forget the name of, it seems all he is talking about is One Direction back in their home town- That dude don't even know that none of the boys are from London, Niall isn't even from the country!  

 I finally enter the part of town that has less traffic- Or so I thought. Screaming girls were surrounding the Syco Production Studio, all of them chanting One Direction. I couldn't drive in this unless these crazy women wanted to be run over. I parked 2 blocks away from the studios, but even then I was almost impossible to find a spot. It will be a bitch to walk to the studio now, with all these crazy chicks...Oh well.   Im now coming into the swarm of girls, but at least I have to make it to the door, or maybe I should text Harry?  

 Me: i am outside. crazy. chicks. everywhere.

 Harry: ikr? welcome 2 the club! just go in2 the nandos across the street & dani & eleanor will pick u up.  

 Me: k. damn harry, these girls r crying!!

 Harry: scary yet awesome.  

  I get to the Nandos, and there are still a huge amount of these fans, probably expecting to see Niall here. Suddenly, I feel a arm grab me and pull me outside, into a car. Am I being kidnapped? What do I do? Do I scream? I turn my head, and see 2 girls staring at me, they look my age, but both are much prettier than me. "Hi?"  "Are you Claire? I'm Dani, this is Eleanor." Ohhhhhhh! I get it now!  "Oh! Ya, I'm Claire." I say, reaching out my hand to Dani for a handshake, I do the same to Eleanor, but she just looks at me and looks away. Bitch.  

 "So, Claire. How long have you known Harry?" Dani says, while Eleanor drove to the back of the Studio. "Um...Since I was about 5-6." I say, trying to ignore Eleanor's glare in the mirror. What's that girls problem? "Oh! And you guys are neighbors?" "Yup. Well, actually, I'm moving to University in about 5 months, so I won't really live there anymore." I say, fiddling with my phone case. "And Harry shares that flat with Louis. So really, you guys are not neighbors anymore. Does that mean you and him will stop being friends?" Eleanor says, I shoot my head up and mentally flip her off. Wow, that crazy hoe thinks she can get away with anything, huh? "Um...I dont... Know?" I say, she looks back at the road. We pull up to the ally behind Syco Production Studios, and Eleanor parks the car in a secret garage.

  We all get out of the car and I follow the girls to the shiny white building. Once inside, I no longer hear the screaming girls. "So, the boys are probably in the recording booth. They record first, than mouth out the lyrics in the video." Dani says, we walk around the corner to stairs and a elevator...I hate elevators. "That means just the 2nd floor." Eleanor opens the elevator door and Dani follows. I stay out of it, "I don't really like elevators..." I say.   "Oh, Harry told us...Now I remember...Um, I'll walk up the stares with you, Claire." Dani goes with me to the stairs, I can already tell we will be good friends. Maybe Eleanor too, ya know, if she wasn't such a jerk.

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