2. Part One
What a boring name for a chapter. It's like naming a restaurant 'The Restaurant' and a band 'The Band'.
Although I would love to eat in The Restaurant. It sounds edgy and modern.
Unfortunately for you, Louis, Part One is not edgy or modern at all. It is merely a name for the first chapter in a story I am dedicating to you. So love it or leave it.
Part One will be filled with information you already know, such as how I live within driving distance of Harry Styles's mansion in Los Angeles. Or how I am an avid One Direction fan.
One Direction. Five of the world's hottest boys; Harry, Liam, Niall, Zayn. And you, of course.
Maybe I'll tell you about the time I stalked Hunter Martin. Just so I won't bore you.
Hunter was my seventh-grade crush. I followed him around because I wanted to get to know him but didn't have the courage to have a conversation.
I learned a lot about Hunter during that month. Like how he ate Chinese takeout for dinner every day because his divorced father couldn't cook. I feel sorry for him.
Now, back to Part One.
Look, I had no intention of breaking into Harry's house in the first place.
I know you don't believe me. But it's true. I considered myself a good girl. Trespassing is bad. It makes sense, right?
That all changed when I met a very persuasive person. Someone who was just as devoted to One Direction as me. Someone who scared me with her craziness.
That someone is now Harry's new girlfriend. Go figure.