Forbidden Love

17 year old Chloe has just moved out of her parents house into her own apartment in London, when she falls in love with the boy a few doors down. She knows it's wrong but she just can't fight it. Will love ever find a way for the young couple?

Guys this is a lot like my other Movella (ie- a bit naughty, my name) so yessssssssss enjoy


4. Bad Timing?

Chloe's P.O.V

I have completely forgotten about mine and Harry's kiss, it was a stupid mistake, and I guess people learn from their mistakes right? It'll never happen again. Harry is completely gone from my mind. Harry? Who is Harry?


But if only it were that easy. If only I could get him out of my mind, if only I could forget the moment we shared just 3 days ago. It's not that easy, I need answers.


As I strolled through into my bathroom to turn the shower on, I begin to hear my phone ringing, I glance over at the device resting on the docking station, the caller ID reads "Harry" and I instantly turn on my heels and continued walking through. I flicked the shower on and walked back through into my living area and saw my phone has 3 new messages from Harry.

"Chloe, please answer your phone, I'm sorry for walking out yesterday but it's just not as simple as it seems- H"

"Chloe please just walk down the hall and speak to me. For Christ sake!- H"

"I know you're ignoring me, Chloe- H" 

"Ugh just give up already!" I say to myself and roll my eyes at the fact that he thinks that this is OK

But I choose to place it in the back of my mind. For now. I walk into the bathroom and the steam hits my face, instantly making me sweat. I strip my pyjamas off, throw them across the floor and unclasp my bra doing the same. I flinch as I put my foot in the hot running water but my skin gets used to it almost instantly so I quickly place my whole body in and develop goosebumps as the water trickles down my back. I reach for my shampoo and squeeze what feels like half of the bottle into my hand and rub it all through the lengths of my wet hair and doing the same with my conditioner, my mum always used to complain about how much shampoo and conditioner we'd go through because of me, but it always went in one ear and out the other. I mean, like I care about how much shampoo and conditioner I use. 


I slowly get out of the shower, being careful not to slip and wrap a warm towel around myself. Strolling out into my bedroom, I hear my phone ringing again, I'm hoping it isn't Harry, and if it is... Why won't he just give up already?! Choosing to ignore it, I flop myself down on my bed and stare cluelessly at my open wardrobe, scanning through my dresses, wondering what I was going to wear today. I decide on a floral summer dress that finishes just above my knees and some hot pink sandals, my favourite bra is dirty so I find out a casual white one and slip my dress over the top of it. Sitting down at my dressing table, I observe my make-up placed in front of me and chose a tinted moisturiser, a few coats of mascara and finished with some light pink lip butter. I prefer minimal make-up when I'm not at shoots or work, it makes me feel more comfortable.


I walk into my kitchen and open the fridge to find a bottle of lemonade in the door, for the first time since I've moved in, I reached into the glass cupboard to find a half pint glass and pour the lemonade into it until it reached the rim and took a long sip from it, leaving lip marks on the side of the glass. I walk over to the table and sit. And think. About Harry. 


That's it, I've decided to go see Harry, ask him what his deal is, get some answers and maybe see where things go. My feelings for Harry are high up on the feelings chart at about a 98 but I want them to be at a 30 tops. I count the doors as I walk along the hallway 1...2...3. I'm here. I hear giggling coming from the inside and the voice of a girl. I knock twice.

"Just leave it baby" the girl voice says again. My heart has just shattered into a million tiny pieces; rustling comes from inside and the door opens, it's Harry stood there with nothing but bed sheets covering his lower half. 

"Chloe?" I could tell by the tone of his voice he was shocked.

"Oh... I... Was just coming over to see if you had any... Tea bags, but you know... Bad timing" I glanced over at the girl sat there in nothing but her skimpy underwear. 

"No... I don't sorry" he replied, his eyes following mine back to his girl sat on the sofa.

I could feel my eyes fill with tears so I nodded him in thanks and he shut the door. I waited for a minute and the laughing and moaning continued again so I turned on my heels running back to my apartment. I can't believe he has a girlfriend! Or he turned to another girl because he couldn't bed me. Even worse.


As I reached my apartment and threw myself in the door, the tears were beginning to come out, one by one, smudging my mascara. When I reached my bedroom, I stripped my dress off and found some pyjamas, shoved them on and fell into bed. Reaching for my phone and dialed my best friends' number, still in tears.


"El" I sobbed into the phone as she answered

"Clo, what's up? Are you alright?" 

"I need to see you El, it's horrible"

"Clo please stop crying, I can't see you right now. Thebest I can do is tomorrow because I'm busy all day today but I'll drive up and see you first thing ok?" I began sobbing even harder. I needed my best friend here with me now.

"Chloe, listen to me. I'm going to drive up with Louis and I'm going to come and see you and we're going for lunch and you're going to tell me every detail ok? I love you"

"Okay" I sniffed "I love you too you know" 

And I hung up.


Eleanor had been my best friend since I was 5 years old and we used to do everything together, we still pretty much do but we've drifted a little bit seeing as she's in uni and I'm working. But she's like my sister, and she always will be. 


I manage to cry myself to sleep, even though it is only 4pm, I haven't eaten all day but I don't feel like it, knowing that the boy who had kissed me 3 days ago, the boy I'd developed feelings for. Has a girlfriend. And I interrupted them having sex. 

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