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.


18. Schools In Session


I wake up back in my familiar setting of my bedroom, with my 2 feet sticking out under the covers. "Oh good- Your awake." I hear my mum say. Yes. Could you tell by my eyes open?

"Mhm"  "You have to go back to school today. You should get ready."  "Urg"  "Me and your dad are going to have to fill out some paper work for a new job he will be getting, Dylan will pick you up."  "If it's dads job, why are you going?"  "For support" Mum says, she than walks out of my room.

I get up and change into a striped shirt with a lace back, ripped skinny jeans, and black converse. I leave my hair down a braid 2 sides of it into a pony tail. I run a brush through my hair and pull my bangs back so they are out of my face. I stare at myself in the mirror, what will I look like when I'm older? Hopefully not to many wrinkles...

 My thoughts get distracted by my phone buzzing. I know it's Dylan cause I never got a ringtone for him. "Hello? I coming out" I say. I would drive Jeepster to school but ever since I hit a dog on the campus I wasn't allowed to drive there. It's not like the dog died- It only broke like...It's spine and neck.

I grab my awesome tie-die backpack and skip out the door. Dylan has the most broken down car ever, but it's still really fun to be in because it draws attention to you. "Hey" I buckle in my seatbelt and throw my bag in the backseat.  "How was the funeral?" He asks. "It was okay- Nothing special." Dylan pulls into the school parking lot and we hop out. We walk to the front of the school to be greeted by the same banners we see once a year- This year we can go. Prom.

  "Heeeey- It's Claire!" says Ashlyn. She is nice but was never the one to talk much, so this was new. "Hi" "How are the boys? Is Niall eating like usual?" She asks. It's funny how she says 'The boys' when she has never even meet them before. "Um...Good I guess" I say. I pull Dylan behind me and walk into the building, blowing off Ashlen.

  "Are you going to Prom, Claire?" Dylan asks as he pulls his bags out of his locker. "Oh my gawd yes! I have a dress and am going to put my hair like a princess and am going to wear to much make up! No. No I'm not." I say. Dylan shrugs and it kind of hurts me that he doesn't care. "You should. I'm going with Whitney Zeal" he claims proudly. Whitney has pin-strain ghostly blonde hair that falls down to her back, with bright green eyes and a perfect posture. Harry had a huge crush on her since Freshmen year and she totally hated him, but hey, 3 years later and he is in a famous band that millions of girls that could be so much prettier than her loving him.

  "Really? How did you convince her?" I ask. Dylan has curly dark brown hair and dark blue eyes that almost look like contacts. He has olive skin and is 6 foot. I guess maybe he convinced her with his looks. But just a reminder; Dylans curls are NOTHING like Harry's. "Dunno. Must be my rugged good looks." He says in his most-fake-sexy-tone. "Mhm." I nod sarcastically.


 A lot of Prom talk is going on. Even the teachers seem excited. I haven't seen Whitney all day do I'm starting to assume that Dylan was joking when he said they were going. I draw little bird things on my notebook when suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder. "I said- Are you going to Prom, Claire?" I flip my head back to see the face that I have felt mixed feelings for the past 3 years. David. David had short brown hair and big deep brown eyes. He was on the baseball team. 

 "I don't think so..." I say, I feel my face turn red because I now know what he is going to say.    "Oh, okay. I'm going with Jennifer White" he says and walks off. That was what was bad about him- He was a jerk.  

 Dylan walked up to me with a worried look on his face. "What's wrong Dylan?" "I can't find Whitney- What if she left me?!" He says, panicking. "Good god,you sound like a old man worrying his wife went to live with some hot supermodel. Calm down!" I say. Dylan finds the strength to sit down and starts blabbering away about Whitney. I wasn't really paying much attention though cause I was thinking about my own plans. Maybe I should go with Dani...No- Everybody would make a big fuss about why I didn't bring the guys.   I rub circles on my forehead to try to block out Dylan's bitching and close my eyes. God I can't wait to go home and finally call Harry.


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