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?


52. You Are Harry Styles.

Harry's P.O.V.


She pulled up to a rather familiar house. It wasn't mine. "Let's hope this works." She said to herself as we got out of the car. 

She unlocked the door and we went inside. I recognize this place, but I couldn't quite place it. "Do you know whose house this is?" She asked. I shook my head. She signaled me upstairs. "Let's go up here." 

She led me down a hall into a bright purple room. It had posters on the walls, and was practically empty. "This is my house, and we are in my room. Remember we worked at this desk right here?" I was over here before? How do I know her? 

"I don't know. It's not familiar." I said. She nodded slowly. "Okay, well we worked on a project here. It was a chemistry project. Remember the balloons? We talked with really high pitched voices and stuff. Our class loved it!" 

Suddenly, a flashback popped into my head again. Her and I were at my house, working on something. It looked like a project. Her and I were talking and laughing. It looked like we were having fun. Then, the image changed into a classroom. We were at the front. I had a balloon, and I was talking in a high pitched voice. She did the same. The class was laughing. Then, I tripped and fell, a few balloons popped.

I chuckled as the image disappeared. She looked over. "What's so funny?" I just smiled at the ground. "I popped a few balloons." She laughed, and I looked up at her. She was really pretty. But, how do I know her? Why is she in all of my flashbacks?

I glanced at the posters. Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Maroon 5, and some others. One poster caught my eye, though. Harry Styles. My name was Harry. But, is my last name Styles? I walked over to it.

She noticed something was up, and she came over and asked "Do you know who that is?" I looked at all of his features, but I didn't recognize him. I shook my head. She giggled. "Silly, that's you!" What?! "That makes no sense." I told her. She just giggled some more, and said "Well, you better transfer that information because that is you." 

I just stood there. "Who am I actually?" I asked. She just looked deep into my eyes and said "You are Harry Styles."

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