Larissa Jones has dreams of a boy, a boy she's never met. Every night would be a new fantasy in this perfect relationship. Dates to restaurants; watching the sunset or drives into the middle of nowhere. It was perfect and he was perfect too. Dark brown ringlets framed his face and bottomless green eyes that she could stare into forever.

But when Larissa goes to see a fortune teller for fun with her friend and the fortune teller magically recites everything in her dreams-that she’s going to meet a boy in a couple of years, with brown curls and green eyes and will go on wonderful and romantic dates with, she starts to unravel that maybe these aren’t just dreams, but visions into the future, her whole world changes.

How will she meet this boy? She finally stops delving into her dreamland of books long enough to make the connection that this boy isn’t just some recurring perfection, he’s Harry Styles and with millions of fans worldwide (after doing some research), how will she meet


9. I Would Be Lying If I Said I Wasn't Jealous.

*Harrys POV*

I stared up at the ceiling as I heard the female giggling and male laughing in the next room over. Louis and Eleanor. I sighed. I love Louis and I’m so happy that he’s found someone that makes him happy but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous.

All I’ve ever wanted was someone to spoil, someone to love and care for, and someone that I could give myself too. My mum says that I’m a romantic and would look after a girl and treat her right but the problem is I don’t have anyone to spoil and love and care for and treat right! Sometimes I wonder if there is anything wrong with me because surely I must be doing something wrong?

When I started out with Caroline on the last few weeks of The X Factor I thought we loved each other. Yeah, go ahead; call me stupid, naïve or an idiot because I probably am. I was seventeen back then and fell head over converse in ‘love’ with her and she trampled over my heart. It was a play toy to her. And even though I was young I still took her out on dates (when we could) but to be honest I’m glad Management called it off when they did. I know I would have gotten even more hurt than I did if they didn’t.

Then that’s when all the man-whore rumours started and all the one-night stand articles that were splashed upon most newspapers. None of them were true of course… except maybe a couple. Just because I dated an older woman and then went out to clubs occasionally I’m now a crazed party animal and a sex addict. I hate newspapers and reporters and paparazzi.

And now with all the Haylor rumours still flying around I hate them even more. Good Lord that relationship was hard but it was nothing like Caroline’s and mine. When we first met at an awards bash (I can’t remember the name of it now) she was so sweet and nice and undeniably beautiful and everything was going alright for a while. I was happy. Then came the subtle hints at things both good and bad. Stuff like, ‘Harry, why don’t you take some tips of my fashion experts on how you dress?’ because she didn’t like my Indie sort of style. After it just became more and more and during a normal conversation she would drop in some hints about getting married and babies-she even was contemplating buying a house on the same road as me just so we could be together!

Taylor wanted what I didn’t, she wanted something more to come out of it and I was only nineteen! It is still way, way too early for that sort of stuff. I found myself gritting my teeth just so I didn’t have a go at her all the time. So when I took her on that boat on a getaway we both just… exploded. All the insults and hurtful comments we both were holding back just tumbled out of our mouths and we both knew there and then that this wasn’t go to work. I find it funny still when I hear some more rumours about us in the press.

I sighed as I thought over my love life. I am not going to deny that I was a ladies man and still am now. At school I had quite a lot of girlfriends and was quite popular. Of course they didn’t mean anything-they were just stereotypical school relationships. I just don’t know why I can’t find someone.

Maybe I should stop moping around and thinking these irrational thoughts. Like I thought before I am only nineteen! I shouldn’t need to think of settling down for a few more years at least, surely? It’s when I am like forty is when I maybe should be getting worried if I haven’t found anyone by then. Get a grip, Harry.

I huffed and rubbed my hands over my face and pushing my hair back from my forehead carelessly. When I didn’t think I needed to go anywhere I just left it down but sometimes I did it just for my curls not being all over my face because it can get annoying. I stood up from my previous position of lying on my bed and straightened my duvet cover out. I am a really bad clean freak.

I opened my door and walked into the kitchen of Louis’ and mines flat. I am in the process of buying my own house soon so I shall be moving out. Just another lonely house with a very lonely me in it. I would be awesome if I could find someone to share it with. All the other boys had their own houses now dotted around London and I know once I have moved Louis will too. I started on the process of making myself some dinner and I thought about asking Lou and El if they wanted some but I honestly don’t think I want to intrude and interrupt anything they’re doing right now-for my benefit as well as theirs.

I fixed myself a sandwich and a mug of steaming tea and walked into the living room. I plonked myself down onto the sofa, bouncing a little bit with the momentum. I switched the television on and found an old rerun of Friends. You could never beat this show; it was a classic. I watched it back to back for an hour before huffing out of boredom. I could always call my mum, I thought, I can tell her anything and she may be able to help me with my problems.

She answered on the second ring.

‘Hello baby,’ she cooed as she picked up the phone. I smiled at the little nickname-no matter how old I get I will still be her baby. That’s what she said anyway.

‘Hello mum,’ I replied.

‘Are you okay?’ she asked instantly. I knew she would be able to detect something in my voice. She always can.

‘I’m fine mum, honest, I’m just having a bit of a bad day.’ There was no use from hiding it from her because I know it’s always better when I tell her things.

‘Why is it bad darling?’

‘You know you always say how I’m a romantic mum? And that I respect and treat girls right and that you wish everyone could ignore the silly rumours the newspapers dish out… well… do you mean it? Please be honest.’

‘Oh dear, you’re having those sort of thoughts again. Honey, I promise you from the bottom of my heart that what I said was true. You just have to meet the right girl to prove it too. And don’t worry, she will come along and when she does I guarantee you will know if she is ‘the one’ or not. You will be able to show those stupid reporters that their rumours are just attention seeking, annoying articles. You shouldn’t be thinking these things anyway sweetheart. You’re nineteen! Live a little first! Get a taste of life so you can decide when and whether you want to settle down at the time that you want. Are you okay?’

Listening to her voice and the words she said just confirmed my thoughts earlier but I couldn’t help the gentle tear that rolled down my face.

‘Yeah, I just miss you mum,’ I said in a small, shaking voice.

‘I miss you too and you’ve got a week off in a couple of days haven’t you? So you’ll be coming down then won’t you? Gem and Robin both miss you and I’m sure your dad does too.’

She actually had reminded me that we had a week off so it lifted my spirits a little when she said it.

‘Yeah, I’ll make sure I visit him.’

‘Right, well, my lunch break is over now honey so I’ll talk to you soon. I love you.’

‘I love you mum.’
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