Yours Truly

The average 16 year old girl Clara, has always been struggling making friends. She has never been one of the popular girs, and has only one really close friend. One day when she gets enough of school, she bumps into a charming young man, Harry Styles. Little did she know, that this boy could change her life completely..


22. Thursday.


Harrys P.O.V

”You really like her, don’t you?” Liam asked me, his voice was quiet, properly because he made sure Clara couldn’t hear it. I smiled, and nodded. “It’s crazy what can happen in such a short time” I told them, and they both seemed to really listen to me. “But be careful what you say she’s very…. Fragile” I turned to Louis, and he seemed to understand.


Claras P.O.V

The day with Harry and the boys had been amazing. I got on really well with all of them, especially Liam. He was just like I had thought, sweet and a good listener. Actually, all of them were like I had expected, but then again so different. My mind had a hard time to get that I was with the REAL One Direction, but I just tried my best to enjoy it.

I got home just in time for dinner – which meant me calling for a pizza. I thought about calling Emily and telling her all about today, but I was just so exhausted. I had laughed too much, and maybe even eaten a little too much lunch with Niall. Niall. Niall Horan. I just wanted to freak out and scream, run around my house and dance like retarded horse. It was unrealistic that I could speak of them like that. Eating lunch with Niall. Making jokes with Louis. Going on dates with Harry. Last week, I was just an ordinary girl, living her own messed up life. It was crazy how fast things could change.

The lovely smell of fresh made pizza filled the room as I sat down in my bed with me newly delivered pepperoni pizza. I turned on the TV, and switched to MTV to watch whatever was on. I got comfy, grabbed my phone, and decided to check twitter. It had been some time since I was on. To my relief, the rumors about Harry and his “mystery girl” weren’t as big as the last time, but I still saw the picture of us from behind pop up a few places. Luckily I didn’t have many mentions; most of them were just random shit, like the stuff I got before all of this.

I ended up falling asleep with a slice of pizza in my hand, with the TV still turned on.

Thursday was another one of those days, where I really didn’t do anything. I woke up at about 1pm, with the pizza smudged all over my bed. Great. After about an hour of trying to clean up that mess, I just walked around and cleaned some dirty parts of my room, drank some tea, and read a bit of “The Hunger Games”.


Emilys P.O.V

A sharp pain spread across my skin, and I immediately fell to the ground. My hands dragged against the cold floor as I crawled across it and pulled myself together.

I had burned myself on a piece of bacon. I actually wasn’t that bad at cooking, but I had my bad times in the kitchen. As I washed my burn with some ice cold water, a bunch of fun memories popped up in my head, of me being an idiot in the kitchen. I remembered when Clara and I started a water fight, and we ending up lying on the floor, soaking wet, dying from laughter. Another memory that came up in my mind was the time when Clara had stayed for the night, and we tried to make scramble eggs with a pan that was a biiiit too small, and we ended up with spilling it all over the floor, on and behind the kitchen counter.

I finished eating my bacon, and started packing. I was meeting up with Clara in about an hour, and she promised me to help me get ready for a party that she for some reason, didn’t want to go to. 

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