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?


8. Protectors

Harry's P.O.V.


I was a bit over heated after that whole argument with Caitlin. She thinks she is the best of the best, but she really isn't. She thinks she is so perfect and she can charm any guy because she is the cheer captain and all, but the person who is perfect is Chelsea. She is my definition of beauty. I have a HUGE crush on her, but I don't know if she feels the same way. I hope she does, because I want to make a move on her.

I waited in my usual spot, constantly checking to see if the blonde-haired beauty has walked through the doors, but she hasn't yet. Usually by this time, we are about halfway to my house. This is weird. 

I was getting really worried, so I start towards the school doors again. I was about to head up the first steps when I hear someone call my name. I turn around to see a few football jocks. "Hey, Styles. Miss school so much that you can't be away from it for more than five minutes?" I just ignore them and start to head up the stairs. I know I'm not the most popular, but give me a little credit: At least I'm good-looking. I get all the girls now, and the football players are jealous of that. They push me around and mock me, so I could back off. But, sadly for them, I don't budge.

"Hey, did you hear me faggot?" Okay, that's where it's headed. I turn around to see that they are closer to me now. I start to feel a bit uncomfortable, and I am starting to lose my patience for Chelsea. Where could she be? I keep thinking to myself. As the guys get closer, I panic. One of them is about to punch me when I hear the voice I have been waiting for. 

"Uh, excuse you Bruce! Last time I checked, people aren't practice dummies. You go to a gym for that." I turn to see Chelsea, and a pretty pissed-off look on her face. They looked a bit startled considering Chelsea doesn't talk too much, and to hear rude words come out of her mouth was something very surprising.

"Whoa there, Chels. This is very dangerous. Interrupting a beating: That's something intense." She has had it already. "Look: I didn't come here to see a bunch of idiots beating up someone that I care about. I came here to walk home peacefully, and to have a fun time with my friend. Now, if you could kindly just let him and I go, that would be greatly appreciated." She cared about me? I'm her friend? This is a lot to handle in just a few minutes.

"Friend? This fag is your friend? Ha! Chels, I think you are talking about the wrong person." He laughed at what she said, but she did not find that funny. "What did you just call him?!" She slowly walked towards the jock. "A fag. What are you going to do about it sweetheart?" Oh boy. "You shouldn't have said that." She was inches from him now. "Why? Are you going to throw a calculator at me?" He laughed, but that was until Chelsea's fist connected with his face.

By the way it sounded, it seemed like he broke something. He was just on the ground in pain, while Chelsea hovered over him. "No, actually. I was going to do that." She grabbed my hand and said, "Newsflash for you: Lay a hand on him and you'll get more than a bruised lip." Before I knew it we were walking towards my house. 

Once we got to my driveway, Chelsea still held my hand. And tightly. My cheeks were red, but I didn't care. Chelsea just made my day.

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