All I Need Is Love

“You deserve better, Claire. You know that right?” Harry said.
I thought about that for a second. And without looking into his eyes, I responded.
“I guess I just accepted it because I thought I deserved it,” I took a deep breath as I felt the tears start to form. “But I just can’t believe I lost him.”
He scooted a little closer to me, so that our knees were touching.
“Answer me this. How could you lose something that you never even had?” he said softly.
Now I looked at him.
“That’s why it hurts so much. Because I stood there and made him my everything, when in reality, he treated me like nothing. And I lost myself trying to hold on to someone who didn’t really care about losing me.”


4. The Start of Something New

It was storming outside and I had nowhere to go. I decided on making it a movie day so I put on my leggings and my giant t-shirt with my fuzzy socks to match it. I grabbed the fluffiest blanket I owned, popped some popcorn, and put Pocahontas in the DVD player. It was my favorite movie. I loved the way that John Smith and Pocahontas were from different worlds, but they found a way to love each other unconditionally. And no matter what happened, they always found a way back to each other.

About half way into the movie, I fell asleep to the sweet sound of Pocahontas’ voice. I could have slept all day, until I heard a furious banging on my front door.

“Open the door!” he/she screamed, still pounding on the door.

Who would be at my house? In the pouring rain? It must be a rapist. Or a robber. Or maybe an Indian powwow. I’ve watched too much Pocahontas for the day.

I grabbed my baseball bat that I always keep in my shoe closet and got down on my hands and knees. I slowly crawled to the door, making sure to not be seen.

“OPEN UP RIGHT NOW!” now they started jiggling the door knob, trying to get it open.

I got in batting formation, ready to swing at whoever was behind that door, and I unlocked it. Then, like a ninja, I quickly flung the door open and swung the bat, hitting the boy’s private area really hard. He quickly fell to the ground, screeching in pain.

“OH MY GOD! Harry, I’m so sorry! I thought you were a rapist!” I threw the bat down and picked Harry up on his feet and helped him inside. “Just sit down right here. I’ll go get a towel and some broccoli.”

I wrapped him around in a towel because he was soaking wet from the rain. I gave him the frozen broccoli so he could put it on his…well…you know.

“Why the hell are you here, you idiot! I could’ve killed you!” I screamed after he calmed down a little.

“I came here to show you something! I didn’t know you were going to hit me in the balls!” he shrieked in pain. “If I can’t have babies I’m blaming you.”

“Shut up you disgusting person!”

“Wow! I can’t even get an ‘I’m sorry’ after you crushed my sperm cells!”

“Fine! I’m sorry! But you don’t have to get into detail, okay?” I said while sitting down next to him. “What did you need to show me?”

“Here, give me the remote,” he ordered.

I did as he told and turned on the TV for him. He took the remote and flipped it to E!News.

“So you came all the way over here so I can watch this crap?” I asked.

“Just shut up and look at the screen.”

“Breaking news!” the news reporter said. “Love is definitely in the air for some members of the famous British boy band One Direction. A few days ago, love birds Niall Horan and Lilly Patterson were seen sharing a drink together. How cute? But, Harry Styles has a girlfriend of his own. Him and Claire Bourgeois were seen on a roller coaster ride holding hands and laughing with each other. Never thought that would happen. Go to E! and tell us what you think about this.” She said.

Harry turned off the TV and looked at me, wide eyed.

My mouth was wide open in shock. “I’m NOT your girlfriend and I NEVER will be,” I said.

“No, Claire! Don’t you see? It’s perfect! You can be my girlfriend and-“

“WHAT?! Harry, I don’t remember hitting you on the head,” I said.

“No, just listen! We can date, but we won’t really be dating!” he said with a huge smile spread across his face.

I just stared at him, confused and scared at the fact that he might be insane. I was about to say something when he spoke again.

“I planned it all out when I was walking here-“


He nodded.

“Harry, I don’t live close to you and if you haven’t noticed there is a thunderstorm going on right now!”

“Stop being a bitch and listen to me!” he screamed. I stopped. Then he took a deep breath and began to explain it all to me.

“I know that you have a crush on Niall. And don’t start with the ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about me and Niall are best friends and he has a girlfriend why would I like him’ stuff. We all know you like him. And I like someone too. Cara Delevigne. She’s beautiful and really nice and just plain hilarious. But, she has a boyfriend. Niall has a girlfriend. I am single. You are single. Do you get where I am going with this?”

I looked just looked at him. He liked Cara. The way his face lit up when he said her name was adorable. And does everyone really know about my feelings for Niall?

“Erm, well…uh….no.” I said.

“Claire we can pretend to date each other and make Niall and Cara jealous. Then they will break up with their ‘lovers’ and go out with us! It’s genius, I know.”

“No. No way in hell am I going to even pretend to go out with you,” I said standing up from the table.

Harry came after me and pulled me by arm.

“Please. I love her so much……..I’ll do anything,” he said softly. And for once, I saw something in Harry’s eyes that I’ve never seen before. He actually cares.

“Anything?” I asked.

“Yes! Anything.”

“Okay. Tell me why you hate me. Tell me why you can’t go two seconds without insulting me, but the moment you actually need me, you are the nicest person in the world?” I interrogated.

His face grew nervous and he started fiddling with his fingers.

“Uhhh….erm…I-I….I can’t tell you that,” he finally said.

“Wow! So much for anything, huh? I hope you know how much I hate you, Styles.”

“I will tell you! But I can’t right now.”

I almost asked him why, but I didn’t. I just walked out of the house, leaving him there. I walked outside and immediately got soaked, and then I remembered that this was my house. I stormed back inside.

“This is my house. You get out,” I ordered while pointing to the open door.

He was wearing a hurt expression as I slammed the door in his face. I ran over to the couch in awe of what just happened. I hate him so much. But the way his eyes fell when I said no. I just don’t know if I could live with that. I should be able to, but I can’t.

I ran back outside and found Harry, sitting on my porch. He immediately shot up when he heard me. I looked at him for a second.

“Meet me here at six o’clock tomorrow night. Wear something nice. You don’t want to make a bad impression on our first ‘date’,” I said. And then as fast as I came out, I went back in my house. The look of Harry’s happy expression engraved in my mind.


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