I Don't Believe In Love

Luciana Green, daughter to the Prime Minister Green, is moving in with her father.

Your non-typical rich girl is about to make a drastic change in the life of people. Girl who doesn't believes in love, and keeps her life to herself.

What happens when five boys cross her path? But one of them makes her fall in love?


30. I Believe In Love. (The End)



"And so what else can I tell you?" I asked to the camera, as I laid on Harry's bed. "We have like two months of tour still, but I'm pretty sure, I'm going to enjoy them, AND, they're going to go real fast." 

"LOVE!" Harry shouted from the bathroom.

"Give me a second." I said and turned around. "YEAH?!"

"CAN YOU PASS ME SOME BOXERS?!" Harry shouted.

"I guess I can." I replied. "But I am a bit busy!"

"Come on Luc please!" Harry shouted. 

"Come out in your towel!" I winked laughing. "It's not like I haven't seen your abs!"

"Luc!" Harry whined. 


I rolled my eyes, and walked over to Harry's suitcase, looking for a goddamn boxer. I still don't understand why he didn't come get one himself. The good thing was, that I could edit this video, as it wasn't live, lately I've been doing live shows, but today I was feeling lazy of doing something cool, so I opted for the basic. 


"Harry." I said knocking on the door. "Here."

"It's open." Harry said. "Come in."

I rolled my eyes once again and opened the door, and BOOM! Harry's towel was on the floor. "Well shit." I said. "Put this on." I said closing my eyes and extending my arm.

"Oh please." Harry laughed. "As if you really want to have your eyes closed."

"Believe that I do." I lied blushing. 

"Come here." Harry said. "I swear that my boxers are on."

I peeked through my hand and he was right. "Yeah?" I asked walking closer to him. 

"I love you Luciana Green." Harry smiled before kissing me. 




I was clutching my stomach as I tried not to laugh, but the picture in front of my eyes was hilarious. I still couldn't understand how on earth that happened. Was he nuts?


"Luc!" Harry whined. "Stop laughing!"

"I can't!" I shouted. "I just can't."

"Please love." Harry said as he kneeled down next to me. "Stop."

"What's wrong with laughing?" I questioned stopping. 

"Nothing." Harry smiled. 

"Then?" I questioned confused.

"I just love it when you laugh so carefree." Harry blushed. "You're the best thing that happened to me, and I love it when you are happy, but right now, we need to rehearse, and you're distracting me."

"It's not my fault that you are trying to dance like I do." I smiled. "But I will try my best for you."

"What about you teach me how to dance?" Harry asked.

"I'm pretty sure that Paul wouldn't be happy if I interfere." I replied.

"Who cares about him? I want my girlfriend to teach me how to dance." Harry winked.

"If I get a kiss." I winked back and Harry did so.




I was cuddling with Harry as we stared out at the stars laying down on the roof of the tour bus. Ever since the rumour, we spent more time together, not caring if we were consider clingy or anything.


"Thanks." I whispered to Harry.

"For what?" Harry questioned.

"For everything you've done for me." I answered. "I never thought that I would be this happy with you."

"You're welcome." Harry smiled. "But I think I should be the one saying thank you."

"No." I said. 

"Why not?" Harry asked.

"Because now I believe in love." I replied. "All thanks to you."





The End!

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