Hug Me?

Carter hasn't had a full life with things she wanted.

She got used to it.

Her likes are reading fan fictions and occasionally going on Omegle.

When she finds someone on Omegle that only lived 10 minutes away from here which is rare.

They planned to meet up sometime but Carter forgot all about that when she finds out that her parents die in a car crash.

She doesn't know what to do so she runs, she runs into the centre of London.

Cold and alone, a man finds her. A man not only other than Simon Cowell who is involved with a particular boy and named One Direction.

A story of Drama, Hate, Love and Life.

Follow Carter on her life story.

Yeah the summary is sucky but please please read the story and follow it!

I promise you will like it! Feel free to add input on what YOU think should happen in the comments!


17. Chapter 16

(Previously on ‘Hug Me?’)


Carter’s POV


I just stood there, staring at the door they all left from. Behind me I could hear Harry clear his throat.


I spun around to see him smirking.


“What?” I asked him.


“Nothing,” He smirked again and grabbed his phone and started to dial numbers.


“What are you doing?” I asked again,


“Just getting ready to throw the best party.”


“What? No you can’t?!” I yelled.


“Oh, but I can. Already in process.” He smirked yet again.



“You can’t?!” I yelled. Harry didn't seem to flinch as my face became red from anger. He can’t mess this up! I need to show Simon that I am responsible so he might consider letting me stay with him longer until I’m 18. But Harry is choosing to be irresponsible.


“Carter, I am supposed to watch you so what I say goes.” He snapped. I crossed my arms and huffed.


“Simon said that we’re looking after each other!” I told him. I know he was there. He knows it too.


“Starting tomorrow. I can’t cancel now! I already invited everyone!” He said. The look on his face, you can tell he regretted the idea. It’s Simons house, not his and I KNOW that he’s scared to piss him off. Niall told me that. They all are. I would too since he is their head boss. I decided to go less bitch on him.


“How many did you invite?” I say whilst sitting down on the couch.


“Like 20 or 30.” I said like it was nothing. That's a lot of people! For him, it is probably just like a small get together knowing him. I can’t let him think of me as a ‘loser’.


“Fine. I guess it's small.” I say finally. I honestly can’t believe I just gave in. His eyes showed joy as my stubbornness was lifted off his shoulders for the night.


“So you in?” I asked. Even though it was a simple question, his eyes were begging. He wanted this party.


“What do you mean?”


“Like, help me with it and actually have a good time.” He said sitting down facing me. I just stared at his face thinking. As much as I’m not a big fan of him, I’ve never realized how beautiful he really is. it feels weird o call a boy beautiful but my least favourite member of One Direction is beautiful. All of them are. It's almost as if he isn’t trying. The way he balances his elbows on his knees, slightly leaned over when he’s talking while sitting, the way his face is perfectly shaped. It actually makes me dislike him more. How can such a jerk be so heavenly?


“Like work with you? Cause no offense, we don’t seem to work well together. Just saying.” I sated. It was the truth and you could tell he thought so too.


“I know we haven’t seemed to get along since well the moment we saw each other, but I’m willing to put it all behind us for tonight so we can both have a good time.” He said. He gave me a reassuring smile with that. Does he mean for just tonight? Or for now on? Either way I’m taking the chances because if it means Harry being nice to me, then alright.


“I’m in.”




“COME ON HARRY!” I yell by the door. Harry rushed down the stairs. Harry and I are headed out to the grocery store to get some food for tonight. Since we’re both not legal age to buy alcohol, one of Harry’s friends is bringing it over.


Once we were in his car, his phone went off.


“Want me to answer it?” I asked, knowing that you shouldn’t talk on the phone whilst driving.


“Put it on speaker.” I said, eyes still on the road. The screen lit up on his iPhone saying it was from ‘babe’. I mentally rolled my eyes. What’s wrong with her real name and maybe a heart?


I pressed answer and the speaker button.


“Hello babe.” Harry said rolling his eyes. Are they in a fight?


“WHY IN THE ACTUAL F*CK AREN’T YOU TEXTING ME?!” An angry girl screamed. I have to admit, I was pretty thrown back, started when she screamed. Why would she treat Harry like that?


“Erm,-” Harry started but was cut off.


“AND WHO THE F*CK IS THIS B*TCH THAT YOU WERE HOLDING HANDS WITH AT THE MALL?! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU’RE CHEATING ON ME, I’LL BE KICKING YOUR SORRY ASS! Oh and see you tonight babe. Love you!” And with that, she hung up. I just sat there with my jaw dropped. Harry just sat there wide eyed at the road.


“Erm, That’s Brittany my girlfriend.” He awkwardly said.


“I could tell.” I said staring in front of me. So apparently I’m a B*tch now... K, sweet.


“You could also probably tell that she is really nice and caring.” He said sarcastically.


“Then why do you date her? I asked without thinking.


Maybe I shouldn’t have asked that.


“I sometimes ask myself that too. She’s hot. It’s sort of a long fling if you know what I mean.” He said, not offended.


“Yeah, I know what you mean.”


I know that you’re one of those douche bags that only like girls for being hot. At least I know he won’t fall for me.


We finally got to the grocery store.


“We have to do this fast before people know we’re here.” He said after he stopped the car and faced me.



We managed to get in and out of the store before many paparazzi showed up. Today is the day where they actually got a picture where people could recognize me. My old schoolmates will know where I am. I will be known to people across the world. Bring on the hate. Although I am an overly emotional person so I’m not looking forward to it.


“Oh my god! Turn it up! THIS IS MY JAM YO!” I yelled as Ed Sheeran’s angelic voice came on the radio.


“You like Ed?” Harry asked me, mid laugh as he turned it up.


“Like him?! I’m going to be married to him someday!” I squealed. Harry looked at me like I was crazy.


“I know him.” He said.


“SHUT THE FRONT DOOR!” I yelled at him. He burst out laughing.


“Yeah, we’re good friends.” He said. Le me now dies.


We finally got back home and managed to unpack the sh*t load of food and stuff after I stopped fangirling over Ed Sheeran.


“Harry, didn’t you say your friend was supposed to be here an hour ago?” I asked, sort of pissed. This was the friend that was bringing drinks. I am a little nervous for tonight, I don’t normally drink.


“He just texted saying he was almost here.” Harry said coming into the room.


“You’ve never drank, have you?” He smirked.


“I had champagne at one of my mom’s work parties.” I said proud of myself. I actually only had a sip and didn’t like it but Harry doesn’t need to know that.


Just then the doorbell went off.


“That must be him now. Can you get it?” Harry said trying not to laugh. What’s his problem?


I made my way over to the door and opened it wide. My jaw immediately dropped.

















CAN WE GET THAT TO 480-500????






~Natalie ;) <3


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