love ləv/ noun 1. 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.


10. Dannielle 4th.


9:20 am.

That's what my alarm clock read when I woke up this morning.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

I pulled the duvet off my body, and stumbled towards my closet.

I opened it, and pulled out some shorts, and a sweater.

I pulled the dress I was wearing off, throwing it in the laundry basket.

I heard a shuffling noise, which made me freeze.

I turned around ready to scream for someone being in here.

I just then noticed Henry laying on my couch fast asleep.

Fuck. There's some guy I barely know in my room sleeping, and I'm in my underwear.

I hurried to pull on the shorts and the sweater.

I let out a sigh of relief when he was still asleep.

I pulled the duvet onto Henry and walked to the bathroom to get ready.


I sighed, knowing the drunkheads were gonna need painkillers.

Henry didn't drink anything I think.

He was outside with me the whole time, so I'm pretty sure he didn't drink anything.

I quickly got started to make some pancakes.

As soon as I was done with that, I made some bacon, and some scrambled eggs.

I set them on the huge dinning table, and got some Cups and the orange juice.

I put them down on the table, and walked into the kitchen.

I opened the top cupboard to get the Advil, but my damn small hands couldn't reach.

My eyes widened when an arm went out to grab the Advil, and a body pressed against mine.

I let out a yelp, and pushed the person off.

I turned around, and let out a sigh of relief when I noticed it was Henry.

"S-Sorry. You looked like you needed some help, so I got it for you." He looked a little hurt of me pushing him away.

"It's fine. I thought you were some kind of burglar." I sighed, placing a hand on my heart.

He smiled, his eyes sparkling, and his dimples appearing.

"You made breakfast?" He looked over at the table.

"Yep. Hey, could you tell me your name again? I can't remember. It's Henry isn't it?" I frowned.

His smile dropped, and his eyes lost the sparkle.

"Harry. Harry is my name." He whispered harshly.

"Sorry. Makes since though. Harry suits you better." I smiled at him.

His angry look left, and he looked at me slightly embarrassed.

"Fucking hell! I knew I shouldn't have drank so much! This headache." I narrowed my eyes at Shannon, who walked in being a bitch.

"Here." I handed her tow Advil tablets, and she sat down at the dinning table.

"Your a lifesaver." She grinned.

"Yeah, I know." I smiled back.

"Fuck." I heard Louis grumble as he came in, and leaned on Harry.

I laughed and handed him two tablets as he smiled at me.

"Where's the drunk witch?" I looked at him.

"Don't call my Eleanor a Drunk Witch!!!" He shouted.

"Lou shut the hell up, before I bitch slap you." El hissed, finally entering the room.

Louis gave her a shocked look, his mouth agape, as Harry, Shannon, and I broke into giggles.

"Let me fix your sentence there Carter. I think you meant Drunk Bitch." Louis grumbled, making me giggle, while I nudged him and Harry towards the table. 

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