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Carter Thompson is a 15 year old girl that has lived in Charlotte, North Carolina since her parents got divorced. All she wants is to kick her feet up with her two best friends Jacob and Blake. But when her Dad remarries another woman, she is forced to leave her North Carolina life behind and join links with her new family. Dreading the move, she meets her oh-so familiar looking stepbrother, not having a clue he's adored by many young girls across the globe. Harry asks her to come on tour with him, and his band mates, and since then her life has chosen the path consisting of ups-and-downs. As she gets to know the boys as well as Harry, she finds herself falling for one of the boys without really knowing it, along this crazy new life. Throughout the story, she starts realizing that maybe it was worth the move after all.

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19. LOUIS STOP YELLING!!

Harry’s POV

 

I could see her face as clear as day. Number 17 was Carter. She looked up and saw me looking down at her. She then shot her head around to one of the girls that had just jumped on her. I saw her look back at us and then pointed outside towards the parking lot. She nodded her head and I turned to the lads. “Come on lads.” I said, walking out the way we came in. “But I wanted to stay longer!” Louis complained. “Why? The match is over…” Zayn told him. “I wanted to meet the players!” He whined like a little kid. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you will meet some of them.” I reassured him, patting him on the shoulder.

 

We were standing outside the entrance of the stands. I was looking through the crowd of people coming out , hoping to see Carter.

 

Carter POV

 

I looked up into the stands to look at all the cheering fans. As I was looking at the cheering crowd, my eyes landed on a mop of brown curly hair. Harry. He was looking down at me ‘How long has he been here?’ I asked myself. I quickly turned my head to the right to see half of the team running over to me like wild buffalo. They tackled me into a big group hug. I looked back up to where Harry was to see him pointing out to the parking lot, I nodded my head and turned back to everyone on the field.

 

I was trying to get off the field to the locker rooms, but I kept getting stopped by my teammates. I finally got off the field and wriggled my way to the locker room. I walked over to the open locker with the name ‘Thompson’ on it, along with my jersey number ’17’. I took off my cleets and put on my Nike runners. I grabbed my light weight jacket and put it on, and ran out of the locker room with my cleets in hand. I started running towards the parking lot when my soccer coach grabbed my arm abruptly. “Hey Thompson, good job today.” He congratulated me. “Thanks.” I said, sort of out of breath. “You know, I could use some help with the boys team. You know, If you’re willing.” He said. “Umm. Let me get back to you on that.” I said back with a smile. “Okay, I’ll see you at practice.” “Okay, bye.” I said, waving to him. I ran out of the gate and started looking around. There where still a swarm of people leaving from the game, so it was hard to spot Harry. I was getting "Great job"s and "Good game"s from people that passed by.

 

I felt someone grab my wrist making me jump a little, I was turned around and saw Harry. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologized. “No problem.” “Come on someone wants to meet you.” He said. I just gave him a confused look, making him grin. He continued pulling me through the smaller crowd till we got to the side. He leaned down to my ear and whispered “Give me your jacket.” I just gave him another confused look, then took off my jacket handing it over to him. He then pulled me over to a group of people that I soon realized was the rest of One Direction. “I’m back lads.” He said. all their heads turned our way. “OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH!” Louis started yelling. “Um.. Are you okay Louis?” I asked him. “YOU’RE NUMBER 17! YOU SCORED THE WINNING GOAL! AND, GOSH, YOU KNOW MY NAME!” He continued yelling, grabbing his chest. “Uhhh, yeah!” I then turned to Harry to see him trying not to laugh. “Is he okay?” I whispered to Harry, smiling. “Oh yeah he’s fine.” Harry said, chuckling a little. “Can you sign my shirt?!” Louis yelled once again. I just looked at him for a minute. “Why of course, Louis” I winked at him and laughed. He handed me a Sharpie and turned his back enthusiastically to me. I signed my name on his back then turned back to Harry. “ Can I have my jacket back Harry?” I asked him. “YOU HAVE HER JACKET?” Louis yelled. "Gimme that!" Louis pretended to try and snatch it from Harry. "Too late" Harry said, and handed it back to me “Do you need a ride home?” Harry asked me. “Um.. Sure. I don't know where Luke went.” I said looking around a little, hoping that I might find Luke somewhere. “WE'RE TAKING YOU HOME TOO? WHAT A DREAM COME TRUE.” Louis yelled again. “LOUIS STOP YELLING!” I barked at him. “NO!”  He yelled back, even louder. I narrowed my eyes until he said "Haha, sorry." Making everyone laugh. I smiled and made my way to the car.

 

*Skip Car Ride*

 

We pulled up to the house and I asked the boys if they wanted to come and stay for dinner. Niall said yes, of course, and everyone agreed after a little bit. We walked up and into the house. “Make yourself at home. I’ll be right back.” I said before jogging up the stairs. I hopped into the shower, washed my hair and body in a matter of 3 minutes, then hopped out. I wrapped the towel tightly around my body then walked lazily to my dresser. I pulled out a pair of Nike shorts and one of my old soccer jerseys. While I was pulling my shirt over my head I heard someone scream. I yanked my shirt down and pulled on my shorts, hurrying. I ran out of my room and down the stairs to the living room, my eyes wide open. When I walked in the room I saw Harry on the ground with Louis laughing on the sofa along with Niall, Zayn, and Liam. “Uh.. What happened?” I asked with all eyes on me. “Nothing happened!” Louis shouted, making Niall laugh even harder and fall onto the floor.

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