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


4. What Did She Just Say?

Once I’d put down the phone I waited for Jess to be here. She’s one of those people that is always on time, like if says she’s going to be here in ten minutes then she’s going to be here in ten minutes! We’re complete opposites like that but you know what they say-opposites attract!

I wasn’t surprised when I heard the front door open and close and then the familiar brown ankle boots that came padding into the living room where I was sprawled out across the sofa.

‘You know, Laz, you really shouldn’t leave your door unlocked like that-who knows who might walk in,’ she frowned at me.

‘Ha! Don’t worry-I’ve got my ninja skills at the ready.’

I stuck my arms out in a ninja-ry sort of pose and she rolled her eyes. I grabbed her cheeks.

‘Besides, you worry too much.’

‘Do you want a drink before we leave Jess?’ I called out to here from where I had walked into the kitchen.

‘No thanks-can we stops a Maccy-D’s on the way?’


I walked back out and grabbed my bag and my jacket and then put on my shoes.

‘I’m ready,’ I smiled a big cheesy smile at her.

‘That’s a first,’ she muttered jokingly.

We got to the fair around ten minutes later and it was already packed. It was quite a big fair too. It seemed like there was hundreds of rides (slight exaggeration) and hot dog and candy-floss stands. There were also those stalls where you have to try and knock down the tin cans with like three balls and win a prize. To be honest I think it’s spammed because I never win on them. Jess always says it’s because I’m just awful at playing them but I think they’re glued down onto the shelf.

We started walking round for a bit and played a few games and brought a drink each. It was really nice because neither Jess nor I enjoyed rides that much so we weren’t pressuring each other to go on one.

Ooh! Ooh! Larissa! Rissy! Larry! Laz!’ Jess broke me out of my daydream with her shouting and whacking my arm.

‘Ouch!’ I said rubbing my arm, ‘what's wrong?’

‘Look!’ pointing me in a random direction.

‘What is it?’ I said squinting to where she pointed.

‘Ugh you’re useless. It’s a fortune teller!’

I burst out laughing.

‘You want to go on one?’ I asked, ‘babe, they’re a load of rubbish! They just steal your money and just feed you with any old toss.’

‘Hmph,’ she said, ‘please come with me!’





‘Oh, alright!’

‘Did I just win over the one and only Larissa Jones?’ she said in mock disbelief.

‘I think you did. Now come on, let’s get this over with.’

She pulled my arm till we were standing outside the creepy looking tent; a man was sitting outside looking bored out of his mind and falling asleep in his chair.

‘What do you want?’ he asked gruffly.

Jess is a very shy person and suddenly lost all confidence.

‘Um,’ she squeaked out.

‘Oh for the love of-can we please see the damn fortune teller and get this over with,’ I sighed, losing my patience with the ignorant man in front of us. I barely have any tolerance to begin with. He looked surprise at my outburst.

‘It will be five pounds each.’

Five pounds. What a rip off.

I handed him the money and shot him a glare.

‘Well, here you go then. Enjoy,’ he said snidely.

Jess sensed my anger and bitterness towards him and quickly jumped in.

‘Right, well, thank you. We’ll be on our way,’ she dragged me off again into the tent with me sending glares to him and vice-versa. There’s that saying ‘if looks could kill’ and if that was true then we’d both be six feet under.

Jess pushed the black lace curtain aside and we both stepped inside. Once we were in she grasped my hand in nervousness. I was pretty freaked out as well. Inside the tent it was pitch black with only a little red lamp glowing in the corner giving it a dark atmosphere. Curtains and various materials in all different textures and sizes and colours were hung around the room. Suddenly a voice startled both of us from our observations and so much that we let out a little scream.

‘One at a time please, girls. I will have to solely focus on one of you at one time and the other will create a distraction from my searches into the spirits of your future.’

Jess looked at me with that look that says this-woman-is-absolutely-out-of-her-mind-crazy-and-maybe-this-was-a-kind-of-bad-decision and I looked at her with that look that says this-woman-is-absolutely-out-of-her-mind-crazy-and-I-told-you-so.

The woman then came into focus and I could really see her. She looked about 60 with deep wrinkles and permanent frown lines etched on her face. She was wearing stereotypical fortune teller clothes with big baggy top and trousers with a scarf around her head and a lot of gold jewellery. If I had seen her in the street and she wasn’t wearing those clothes then I probably would have thought she was a nice little old lady that meant no harm and couldn’t hurt a fly.

‘Don’t scrutinize me yet girls; wait till I have used my powers on you and told you something you may never have expected.’

Okay, she sounds like something from Wizards of Waverly Place.

‘Who’s going first?’ she asked looking at both of us. We looked at each other.

‘We don’t mind.’ I said. She sighed in impatience and examined us for a moment.

‘I will have the one on the left.’ She smiled a creepy, crooked smile that almost made me want to run out of here and never come back.

‘Um, that’s, um, that’s me. Yeah, huh, yeah I’ll go first,’ I looked at the trembling girl next to me and rubbed her back encouragingly.

‘I’ll be waiting outside,’ I said and then groaned when I realised that jerks still waiting out there.

She came to the same conclusion, ‘don’t do anything stupid,’ she warned me.

‘I can’t promise anything,’ I shot her a grin.

I waited about 5-10 minutes before Jess came bounding out to be with a smile.

‘Hey! How’d it go?’

‘She said soon I’ll be coming into fortune soon!’ she said happily, ‘which is good because I seriously need those new shoes that we saw last week.

I rolled my eyes, ‘hate to burst your bubble honey but I have no doubt that she says that to every idiot that comes trotting in there.’

‘Don’t be so pessimistic!’ she pushed me back into the tent through the curtain.

‘Hello Larissa,’ creepy woman said as I walked in front of her table. My eyes widened.

‘How do you know my name?’ I asked cautiously.

‘Your friend just told me before she left.’ She laughed-a deep cackle.


‘Please have a seat.’

I sat down and she immediately clasped my hands into hers and flipped them over-palm side up. I inwardly cringed. I’d probably end up getting some hand, foot and mouth disease by the end of this.

‘My names Betty.’

I snorted. What fortune tellers named Betty?

‘I can already feel that you do not believe in any of the magic that takes place in this room. I can feel that everything I will say to you will not sink in to your soul and you are not a gullible person.’

‘I know.’

She then focused herself and closed her eyes. I had to try really hard not to burst out laughing. Magic. It doesn’t exist. She then frowned. She opened her eyes.

‘You. You possess magic in your soul. You are like me but less advanced. You!’ she said.

Me? What a load of-

‘I know you will not believe me but let me continue with your actual fortune.’

I let her.

‘Thank you. Right, ooh, I see romance on the cards. You will find true love soon.’

Yeah, right.

‘It will be love at first sight and you will feel like you have known him before.’

Keep talkin’.

‘Would you like me to describe him?’ she asked me.

‘I haven’t got anything to lose.’

‘Okay, right, the spirits are telling me that he will have dark brown, curly hair and piercing green eyes that will feel like they are entering your heart and soul at the same time. He has heart shaped, plumped lips and a defined jaw. He will be a gentleman and you will love car rides out to nowhere and have days where you will just cuddle up together and forget the world. He is a hopeless romantic and will make you feel like you’re the only girl in the world. He will love you forever and has very cheesy and cute ways of showing it. He is your destined partner for every life you will ever live and you need to find him in this life for the destined soul mates to be together. You need to find him Larissa, and soon, because he seems like a very popular young man. I am done now. You may leave.’

I sat there in pure shock. My face was white, I felt faint and my palms where sweating. I rubbed them on my jeans and mumbled a quick thank you before scurrying out the door. What the hell did she just say?
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