My Wish...

Lola Rain makes a simple wish on a star to wake up the next morning in Harry Styles bed. Her wish to become his girlfriend came true. But what happens when Harry isn't the guy she thought he would be? And what if a romance is brewing between her and another one of his band mates, a guy she never thought she would end up with.


13. Memory Lane

Liam's P.O.V.


I woke up in the morning without her laying next to me. All that was left was her beautiful smell like some kind of rare flower blooming. It drive me crazy. It also drove me crazy when she looked at me with those big blue eyes that she claimed were grey and depressing but I thought they were so beautiful and was one of the things I liked about her. But if you looked pasted the eyes, the dimples, the braced smile, the small body, the way she bit her soft pink lips, and so many other things then there was her beautiful personality. She had something other girls didn't have. I couldn't explain it. It was like she didn't care about the fame we all had, she cared just about us.


It was like the night we met. I could remember how I couldn't get my eyes off of her in the crowd. She was wearing tight cut up jeans and one of our tee-shirts she had also cut up to make it more original. Her hair was long at the time and a dark brown color. She wore it in ringlet curls that fit her well. Her makeup was light besides her bright hot pink lips that brought a huge smile to my face.


After the concert, I found her. She gave me one of her famous smiles then somehow she talked me into bringing her with me to the after party. I drove by her house and met her little sister while she got dressed. Her sister was head over hills in love with me. I was playing a game with her when Lola came downstairs in her skimpy black dress. She touched up her makeup and changed her pink lips to a shade of red. She looked breathtaking.


We drove to the party dancing to the radio and singing as loud as we could. She had this off-key, pitchy voice that normally want to make me jump out of the car head first but something about hers made me more drawn to her. No matter what flaw she had, it made me want her even more. Her sense of humor, her dorky laugh, and that awful singing was like... It was like having my own piece of heaven until Harry stole it from me.


Before I knew it, she was wrapped in his arms. She moved in with us a couple weeks later with short blonde hair and it was like she wasn't her anymore. I was sure she would just toss me aside but she didn't. We built our friendship up. When her and Harry fought, we would sit in my room eating Niall's ice cream and watching a scary movie to take her mind off it or when she got home sick or was sick of the press, I was always the one she leaned on.


Then the moment we had last night. It has been building up for what seemed like forever then it finally happened. It was our time. The bad memoirs gone. Now I couldn't wait for the good ones to come. I could feel the smile on my face. I couldn't wait to see her...


Lola's P.O.V.


Harry didn't come back to the house with me. He wasn't ready to face Liam. I understood. We said our goodbyes and now I was walking through the door. The house was so quiet. I walked in to find a note from Liam:


Dear Love,

Niall and I have to work on the album. Zayn said he could keep you company. I will see you in a couple hours. We need to talk:)




I set down the note not knowing what to say. It seemed like all of this was just going to fast. I didn't want this anymore. I wanted to go back to my old life. I wanted to go to school, see my friends, be with my broken family, and party like I use to. I don't know what I am in this life.


I turned around to see Zayn standing right behind me. I let out a scream. He just stared at me.


"Fuck! Zayn! You scared me!" I said putting my hand over my heart. He just stared at me for a couple seconds then he pulled a chair behind him and took a seat. He looked up and down at me. He was freaking me out.


"So. Lola. Want to tell me what's going on?" He asked.


I was so confused. "What do you mean?"


"I'm not stupid. I know that this isn't all real. I'm thinking something... Unreal is happening here. Like someone making a wish to be with Harry Styles." He said so calmly.


My mouth dropped. Fuck. I'm in trouble...

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