an intense feeling of deep affection.

He's the captain of the football team, she's the top art student. He secretly loves her, she enjoyed his presence. He'd keep her away from every male, she'd encourage him to find a girlfriend. He'd do anything for her, she'd offer a friend's shoulder.

Harry is just a boy trying to finish the year off with him meaning something more than "A Friend" to his crush. Carter's just a girl trying to survive with her family by being on the top of the list. It all comes down to friends at one point, right?

But what happens when he wants so much more than she can give?

He wants her, and won't stop until she's more than a Crush.


29. Cornelle 3rd.


Sometimes I wonder if life would ever get even a little less boring.

Everyday was the same.

Wake up, get ready, eat, go to school, come home, watch the walking dead, eat dinner, and go to bed.

Maybe go to a party or club on Friday or Saturday.

And it was one of the most boring life's ever.

Currently I was wearing a black tank top, a black lackey see through short sleeved top, and a pair of black skinny jeans. 

Finishing off my eyeliner, I slipped into some black high tops.

Putting on my brown leather jacket, I walked into the living room, to see El texting.

Probably Louis.

"Hey," I muttered.

El looked up, and she let her eye lid fall in a teasing wink.

"Sexy," She wiggled her eyebrows.

"And you're.... You." I laughed, puling on her cheek lightly.

"Ow!" She wined, standing up while rubbing her cheek.

"Let's go." I chuckled as I pulled her arm out of the flat, and into the elevator.


I felt a bit queazy when I saw the guys.

Niall was laughing, his face red, and obviously drunk.

Louis was at the bar to which Eleanor went towards.

Zayn was in a deep conversation with Liam.

Now Harry. He was staring out the window, his hood up, and as close to the wall as possible, his head resting against the window.

 I quickly turned away from him and went towards Perrie and Danielle.

There was no possible way I could face him after what's happened these past couple of days.

"Hey." I smiled.

"Hey!" Perrie pulled me into a quick hug.

"I'm glad you came, Carter." Danielle grinned.

"Yeah..." I let out a huffed smile.

I turned my head slightly to glance at Harry.

He was staring at me now, his lips pressed in a grim line, and his green eyes lifeless.

Turning back around quickly, I excused myself and made my way to the bar as quick as I could.

Ever since I've met Harry, my whole life feels so strange, and different. 

"I need some tequila shots please." I sat down on the bar.

the bar banter smirked lightly before sliding six shots to me.

I downed the first one quickly, wincing at the bitter yet soothing feeling of it slithering down my slightly dry throat. 


Twelve shots later, I was giggling like an idiot as I bumped into Liam.

"Liam!" I laughed.

Steadying me, Liam rose an eyebrow.

"Are you okay?" He smiled lightly.

I giggled, shaking my head.

"No." I mumbled.

He looked a bit worried then.

"I'm Really, really, really,-" almost stumbling away from him, Liam pulled me back up.

"-Really awesome." I laughed so loud.

He chuckled.

"You know Liam, you're a really good friend. If-" I let out a small hiccup.

"If I were to go to someone for advice, I'd go to you." I giggled.

"Thanks," he smiled brightly.

"Zayn?" I gasped.

"Zayn!" I stumbled towards him, laughing hysterically.

Zayn smiled drunkenly at me making me burst out laughing.

Zayn pouted.

"Why are you laughing at me." He cried.

I let my smile drop, as I tried to stand straight.

"I'm so sorry," I cried, blinking small tears away.

"You're so mean, Carter." He continued to cry.

"I didn't mean to! I'm crying, see? That means I'm not happy!" I cried along with him.

"Why aren't you happy?" He sniffed.

"Because you're no happy." I cried.

"I'm not happy?" He muttered.

I shook my head.

"I'm not happy!" Zayn sobbed.

"No!" I sobbed along with him.

"Wait.... Wh-Why aren't we happy?" He mumbled.

"Because.... Because-" I looked around until I saw Niall.

"-Be-Because of Niall!" I fumed in anger.

Zayn growled in anger.

"I'm going to show him what I can-"

I pulled Zayn back, putting my hand up to stop him.

"What ever he did-" I narrowed my eyes at the blonde, "I'll deal with him." I nodded while putting my hands on my hips.

"You're so cool! You're like superman-- but like, superwoman!" Zayn patted my head.

I gave him a dorky, soundless laugh before letting my face fall into a serious expression.

"Go, my tiger!" Zayn cried out in a warrior voice.

With that, I was stumbling towards Niall.

"What'd you do, you bastard!" I hit him in the arm.

"What are you talking about?" He whined.

"I don't know." I huffed, sitting down next to him with my arms crossed.

Louis was sitting across from him.

"Why does Harry hate me?" I suddenly asked.

Louis choked, and Niall coughed.

"He doesn't Hate you!" Louis gasped.

"Well, why does he always have a problem with everything I do?" I pouted.

"Well...." Niall muttered.

"You just sometimes do things he doesn't really like." Louis explained slowly.

"Like what?" I huffed.

Niall and Louis exchanged a couple of looks, but didn't reply.

I got up and stumbled towards the dance floor.

"Would you like to dance?" A low gruffy voice whispered.

"Sure!" I laughed, my drunk thoughts overpowering my brain.

Before I could understand what was happening, his lips pressed against mine as he kissed me.

And then it happened really fast, A hand gripped my wrists painfully as they pulled me away from the guy.

I fell into a warm body, he was breathing heavily and I could fell his anger burning.

"Hey! Who the fuck are you?!?" The guy glared.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut before turning around and punching the guy so hard and fast in the jaw that no one notice.

My hands flew to my mouth in shock when I noticed that he was unconscious.

Holy fuck.

Turning back around, Harry grabbed my wrist in a painfully tight grip and began yanking me out.

As soon as we were outside, realization hit me and I yanked my wrists out of his hands.

Anger burned in me.

"What the fuck was that?!?" I shouted at him.

"Don't." He growled, pointing a finger at me.

"No! Now you listen!" I screamed.

"What's wrong with you?!?"

And finally, Harry reached his limit.

Gripping my upper arms he pulled me against him.

"What's wrong with me?!? What the hell is wrong with you?!?" He fumed in anger.

"What did I do?!?" I screamed.

"Did you see how you let him touch you?!?" He gripped tighter, his eyes blazing with a green fire that burned with intensity as they stared into mine.

"Why does it matter to you?!?" I gripped his sweater.

His anger grew as he let go of me, about to walk away.

"No," I blocked his path. "You're not going anywhere until you answer my question." I stared at him.

The snow stuck to his hair and fell silently with no care around us, covering the ground with an innocent white color.

I've never seen such a color that was as deceiving as the color white.

"Why does it matter to you?!?" I continued to shout.

"Harry! Why the hell does it fucking matter to you if--"

IT'S BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, DAMN IT! ” He grabbed my arms again, his eyes burning with defeat.

I felt my heart stop. I felt the world stop.

I could see people staring at us, but my focus was on the boy in front of me.

"What?" He laughed bitterly. "Wasn't expecting that? Not even a little?"

I couldn't speak. My throat was dry and my eyes were wide.

"I thought you hated me." I whispered.

"What?!?" He glared.

"You know what I do hate? I hate how cute you are. I hate how beautiful you look when you sleep. I hate the way I love how you do your hair. I hate how I get so jealous just seeing another guy staring at you. I hate the way I love watching you dance and jump. I hate how your laughs and smiles bring a smile to my own face. I hate how you don't need to dress to impress. I hate how much I love seeing you everyday. I especially hate how you don't have any fucking curtains on your windows. Are you insane?!? What if someone broke in and hurt you? You better get some fucking curtains. But you know what I hate most of all?" He sniffed, wiping the tears that flew down his cheeks.

“ I hate how much I love you. ”

I stared shocked as he let me go walking quickly away into the deceivingly innocent white snow.

Stumbling I fell to my knees, still watching where Harry had disappeared.

"Carter?!?" Eleanor kneeled down towards me. "What happened?!?"

“ We need curtains, ” I sniffed, tears falling out of my eyes and down my cheeks. “ Y-You know, for the windows. We need curtains for the windows. ”

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