Infinite Love

Juliet was a normal teenage girl who loved One Direction. After bumping into Harry Styles at a local mall, Juliet is worried that the superstar won't remember her when she and her friends later attend a concert. When finally they find each other over Twitter, their lives turn around. Harry and Juliet face a lot of different conflicts. This FanFiction is action-packed and switches POVs between Harry and Juliet. Tip: expect the unexpected. Sequel: Me, My Love, and Harry Styles. Enjoy! Xx Check out my latest FanFiction, Nobody Compares To You! Love you all to bits! Xxx

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8. Chapter 8

"Earlier today," the news lady on channel four told us, "Harry Styles was involved in a serious car crash. Witnesses told us that a car pulled out in front of Harry while he wasn't paying attention, he looked up, swerved and hit a light pole. Harry is at a hospital at this very moment with serious injuries. We talked with One Direction's bodyguard Paul Higgins, he told us that Harry is unconscious and severely injured. He has not given us any detail on Harry's injuries." "Oh my gosh." Jasmine cried. "No!" The four girls yelled to the TV. I sat there with tears streaming down my face not saying anything. Why? I asked myself. Why? I asked god. "Why?" I asked the girls. They all were balling. Especially Jasmine. "Did they say what hospital?" Jasmine asked. "No." Jedda answered. "Jiana, you're barely crying." Jordan confronted us. "Zayn is safe." She told us. I slapped her, then pushed her off the couch. "What is wrong with you!?" I asked her. "I was joking. Couldn't you hear the sarcasm in my voice?" "No!" We all answered. We sat there for a while and cried. What seemed like forever but was only about a half an hour the news lady continued her broadcast. "We talked with Harry's bandmates, they told us that Harry is now conscious," "Good!" Jasmine cried. "Shh! Listen." I told her. "Again," the news lady said, "and that he wants to speak with a girl." Oh my gosh, he isn't going to say me right? I ask myself these kind of questions all the time. "The boys say that," the news lady continued, "Harry wants to ask a girl something live right here when he feels better. The boys say he will speak with us in a minute. Until then, we'll stay and listen." "Who do you think the girls is?" Jedda asked us. The girls turn towards me. "Why would it be me?" I asked them. "You really did talk to him when he direct messaged us didn't you?" Jasmine asked me. "No, it was spam." I told her. "No it wasn't. What did you talk about? Why did he want to speak with you? What are you not telling us? Why did he get in a car crash?" Jasmine was yelling now. "First, we didn't really talk. Second, because he knows me. Third, I'm not telling you quite a bit. Fourth, I have no idea why he got in a car crash." My quiet voice grew louder and louder as I answered each of her questions. "What do you mean he knows you!?" The four girls yell to me. "I've met Harold Edward Styles!" I yell back. They all look at me with confusion. Before I knew it, more tears were streaming down my rosy red cheeks. I looked in the mirror on the other side of the room and saw that my long brown hair was literally everywhere and my dark brown eyes were very glossy. "Paul Higgins is telling us that Harry is ready to speak with us," the news lady said, "Juliet," Harry moaned in pain. "Juliet, I'm sorry. Twitter is very stupid." He managed to squeeze out. He was out of breath. The four girls turn to me. Still looking at me with confusion. "I'm sorry." I told the girls. "Juliet," Harry continued, "Louis fixed my twitter, please, if you're watching, direct message me your phone number. I want to hear your voice." I picked up my iPod, pulled up twitter, and direct messaged Harry my number. "Thank you." Harry told me a few minutes later when he received the message.
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