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..


18. Waiting

Claras P.O.V

Tuesday was so boring; I really had nothing to do. My family kept trying to talk me into joining them when they left tomorrow, but that was the last thing I wanted to do. Especially when joining them meant I had to cancel with Harry and the other boys, which was something I had been looking forward to ever since we planned it. Emily didn’t know about it, but I was thinking about telling her it tomorrow at school. I really wanted to see her face when she realized it was true, than to hear her voice scream through the phone.

It was so crazy that it finally was happening, I had been dreaming about meeting them all for years now. And now I was practically dating one of them, which was another thing I had never thought would come true. I smiled at the thought of dreams coming true, stuff like that usually never happened to me. Who would have thought that me, Clara, that my dreams would come true? Of all people, Harry wanted me. It was still so crazy to think about, and I don’t think it’s something that I will ever get used too.

All day my mum kept asking me what I thought of her clothes and my brother kept wanting me to play soccer with him. It was kind of funny how they would try to interact with me, when they had been careless for the past few years. But with having nothing better to do, I decided to join my little brother; it had been ages since I had last hung out with him.

“So, how are you?” Malthe asked me, as he got his football out from an old sloppy blue bag.

“I’m fine” I mumbled, and begged that he wouldn’t ask me about what I was doing.

“Oh okay” He quickly shrugged his shoulders and then turned around facing the door. He casually walked over and turned the metal handle.  I followed him out the door and down to the little courtyard. I spent some time admiring the old messy goal with a broken net, and the tall trees that were surrounding us. I hadn’t been down there for years.

Before I knew it, the dirty football came flying against me. A circle of pain quickly spread across my forehead, and as a reaction, I smacked my hands on were the ball had hit me, which just made it hurt even more. “I’m Sorry..” My brother confusingly mumbled, but I didn’t want to get mad at him, so I just tried to act like it didn’t hurt, and went back inside.

Shit. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my pathetic face. The ball had left a huge blue-purplelish bump, right in the middle of my forehead, and it was so big, that you couldn’t help but notice it. I slowly lifted my hand up to poke it, and sadly, it hurt. I immediately ran into the kitchen, almost ripped the freezer open and grabbed an ice bag. Then I ran straight back into my room and gently placed the ice bag on my swollen forehead. The cold bag felt nice, and the pain was starting to freeze away.

 Just as I had gotten a little calm again, I got a huge shock from my phone that started vibration because I had gotten a text. The second I clicked open and my eyes when from side to side reading it, I was completely calm again. I forgot all about my huge bruise, and the fact that my family was home again.

“Hey Beautiful<3”

I think I read it a million times, before I realized that I had to reply Harry. “Hey handsome;)<3” I clicked send write away, and tried not to act like the butterfly that was going crazy inside of me. I got another text saying; “I was just going to tell you that everything is fine with the boys tomorrow, I’ll pick you up from your school and we will all go to Louis’ place<3”. Oh My God. Harry was picking me up, from SCHOOL. And I was going to Louis Tomlinson’s house. I could feel that I was starting to completely freak out, but I had to learn to keep myself calm, or I wouldn’t be able to survive tomorrow. Harry and me. My school. What would all the other students say? What if somebody saw us, and sent it to a stupid gossip show or something? I could fell worry-ness starting to take over, but I shook it off with the thought of sitting in Harry’s beautiful car. Trying to act all cool, I texted Harry back saying; “Sounds Great<3”

I wish this day would finally end. Right now I just wanted to wake up, finish school and go hang out with the boy of my dreams.

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