Story of My Love Life

Chelsea is just your average girl. She is smart, funny, and a complete dork. But, when a special, curly-haired new kid catches her attention, she is nuts. An upcoming project brings Chelsea one step closer to love, and a special someone. Will they love each other, even through fame and fortune?


31. It All Starts Now

Chelsea's P.O.V.


I wish Harry wasn't always so busy. The X-Factor is becoming his life now, and there's nothing I can do about it. Ugh. I was happy fro him, though, because he gets to live his dream, and with his four best friends. 

I was relaxing at home, because One Direction was in London. I was also waiting for Brooke. We are going to have a shopping day today! YAY! I need some new clothes, and BAD! 

The doorbell rang, and I opened the large front door to a smiling face. "Chelsea! It's so good to see you again! How's Harry?" I smiled. "Hey Brookie! Everything's going well! I'm glad to see you too!" She grabbed my hand and before I knew it, we were heading off to the mall. 

Once we got there, Brooke could not stop asking me questions. "How is Harry doing? Is One Direction still in? What have you been doing lately? Have you and Harry done anything special? Do the fans know?" I was bombarded nonstop. "Brooke. Brooke!" She stopped talking. "One at a time. My brain is fried right now!" She laughed as we walked into Forever 21. 

She went to look at jeans and I went to go look at shirts. As I looked at these really cute crop tops, two girls approached me. They did not look very happy. "Hi. Can I help you?" I asked, trying to sound nice. They just glared at me. The brunette spoke. "You're dating Harry Styles right?" Oh god, this is where we're going with this. 

I nodded slowly. "Yeahhh..." I said waiting for them to continue. The ginger spoke next. "Well, he's ours. Someone ugly and stupid like you doesn't deserve him." They both narrowed their eyes at me. I just stood there, like an idiot. "Umm, okay... Not to be rude or anything, but last time I checked he chose me. We are both very happy together and if you have a problem with that, then something is wrong with you. He makes me happy, and I make him happy. That's all that matters." With that, I flipped my hair and walked away, my head high.

It all starts now. The hate, the mean comments, the everything.

I told Brooke all about it. She just shook her head. "Girl, you ignore them. They don't mean anything. I love what you said to them though! Nice move, girl!" She smirked, and we both walked out of the store, ready for a great day.

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