You Found Me

I'm a normal teenager. I am living a normal teenage life... until I met Harry Styles. I didn't see that coming. I swear. Yeah, you think I'm the best girl ever in the whole school. Ye--- No! I'm a wallflower. I have a radio station that no one knows I DJ. My dad is a radio DJ, but no one knows me. Until, Harry came into the neighborhood.

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1. you're talking to me?

Sarah's P.O.V.

   Hey I'm a girl. No one knows me. Not even looking at me. I'm like a ghost. I hate it. Well, it all started when I was walking home... just like a romantic movie! blah whatever! Well! I was driving my car and Harry Styles was walking in the rain. I was like whatever! Then he held a hitchhiking sign out. Ok, I have to say, he was pretty cute! You have to admit! When I stopped the car he went right to me. He banged the car window for me to let him in. I opened the door.

Sarah: So, where to?

Harry: Oh, just two miles.

Sarah: Well, luckily that's where I'm headed.

Harry: That's good.

Sarah: Ok, but you better buckle up. Neighborhood night patrol is all around now.

Harry: You have a patrol?

Sarah: Yep. You new here?

Harry: Yep. Just moved from London.

Sarah: Figured.

Harry: I'm Harry.

Sarah: Sarah.

Harry: I guess you saw me audition for X-Factor?

Sarah: Don't watch that kind of thing. I have better things to do in my life.

Harry: Well, good, cause Simon and the rest of the judges didn't like me. They all said no, except for one.

Sarah: I'm sorry about that.

Harry: Yeah, well, they formed a band called One Direction from that season. I wish I was in it.

Sarah: I bet you would have fit in just fine. Well, welcome to Chicago!

Harry: Thanks.

   The ride was quiet the rest to of the way. What's even worse, I found out that he lived right next to me. I just ignored that as much as I could. Sort of. This is going to be new. I have a new neighbor. He tried out for X-Factor, but failed. I wonder what went wrong. Well, I'll have to deal with him, and, most of all, he is going to have to deal with me and my mornings with the neighbors! Cause boy, we were not friendly.

   The next morning was better than usual. My neighbors kids threw a ball over to the balcony of my room. They yelled and laughed. While I was just reading a book. Didn't really care. Until they started yelling and screaming weird things like, "OMG! I can see your undies from here!" Which you have to say was pretty weird. I went over to the window, threw back the ball, and yelled at them to settle down. Didn't work. Next plan, I went over to get my bow and arrow. Surprisingly they got their nerf guns. Mine was not a nerf gun. It was a dull, yet plastic, bow and arrow. I was pretty good at it since I've been living like this since the beginning of middle school. I shot at them, they ran away, and I went back to my book.

   While I was eating breakfast, I heard a knock on the door. My parents made me move out when I was sixteen, so, yeah I lived in a house all to myself. (You can also guess how old Harry is... he's eighteen) That was my present for my sweet sixteen. I told them I wanted to be independent, but not this independent. Well, when I opened the door, I found Harry looking messy as ever. His hair was out of place all over, and he had a t-shirt and some sweat paints on. While me? I just had some nike shorts on, with a neon yellow shirt, saying, "living young wild and free", and my hair? It was in a messy bun.

Sarah: What's up?

Harry: Well, you see. How do you handle your neighbors?

Sarah: Easy, you just shot them with a fake bow and arrow, then they shut up and run for their puny lives.

Harry: *laughs* Funny. I really mean it. How?

Sarah: I'm not joking.

Harry: *Wide eyes* You serious? This is rubbish!

Sarah: Welcome to the neighborhood!

Harry: I think I needed that.

Sarah: No problem!

Harry: Are you sure this is normal?

Sarah: NO!

Harry: OH! Good.

Sarah: It gets worse.

Harry: Your joking... right?

Sarah: I'm not shedding a smile. So, no.

Harry: *smiles* Well, I'll see you some other time?

Sarah: Yep. Watch out for flying balls.

Harry: Excuse me?

Sarah: One just landed right behind you.

Harry: I think I'll keep it as a souvenir.

Sarah: Do it all the time.

Harry: Bye.

Sarah: Bye.

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