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Chapter 10 – Valerie’s P.O.V.

            The day gradually dragged on as I kept getting the same question over and over again; Did Harry Styles bring you to school? Pretty much everyone has asked me that, or something vaguely similar. Did I brag? No. Did I want to? Hell yes. Why didn’t I brag? Because I know Harry is always in the spotlight, so I’d figured I’d give him a break. I’ve been a fan since day one, but now I feel like I’m actually doing something to repay him. It might be as simple as lying about him taking me to school, but it’ll keep people off his back. God knows he gets enough media attention as it is.

            But it didn’t exactly help when Harry texted me in the middle of history. My phone buzzed in my back pocket, and of course… it made a sound since the chair was metal. My eyes immediately widened when I heard it, looking around the room as if I had no clue what was going on. The teacher didn’t notice, only a couple kids around me, but they didn’t care. I was the crazy fangirl. They wouldn’t dare talk to some as insane as me. And I’m completely fine with that.

            Glancing over at the teacher, I saw her back turned to me as she typed on her computer. I pulled my phone out, using my book for cover as I tried not to make it obvious. I’ve actually never snuck my phone out before during class, but since Harry Styles is texting me… It’s time I bow down to my ruler. How did I know it was him? Well, he’s the only one dumb enough to text me in the middle of school. And I mean that lovingly. I adore that idiot so freaking much, it’s not even funny.

From Harry:

Hope you don’t get in trouble, but I just wanted to remind you that I’m kidnapping you in three hours (: I also didn’t get a goodbye kiss earlier, so I expect one when I get there ;) xx Harry

            What the actual fuck?

            Did Harry fucking Styles really just use a winky face on me? And two x’s? Not one… but two. That’s a big damn deal to me. I could already feel my body trembling as a scream threatened to leave my lips. Three hours early, and he’s reminding me? Is he really that excited? And he wants to kiss me again?

            Holy shit.

            I sprang up from my seat, drawing a little attention as I snuck my phone back into my pocket. I bit my lower lip, quickly asking the teacher if I could use the restroom. When she said yes, I practically ran out of the classroom. People probably thought I had to take a crap or I was on my period, when in reality... I was about to fangirl my heart out. And that’s exactly what I did.

            I locked myself in a stall, doing a little happy dance as I bounced from foot to foot, my grin making my cheeks hurt it was so big. I raked a shaking hand through my hair, squealing instead of screaming. I really don’t need police officers barging in here because they think I’m dying. Which, a little part of me is.

            I mean Harry fucking Styles just texted me the cutest thing ever.

            Just to my worse fear, the scream left my lips. I quickly clamped a hand over my mouth, my eyes widened as I pressed my ear to the door. Hopefully the hallways were empty and no one heard, but Holy Jesus… How do I even live anymore?

            This is too much for my tiny fangirl heart.

            And even though I still didn’t completely believe Harry Styles had just texted me, I forced myself to soak up every word until my knees grew weak, my heart fluttering in anticipation to see the curly haired boy again.

Harry’s P.O.V.

            I smiled, brushing my finger over the screen after I sent the message to Valerie. I could picture her grinning, that beautiful smile lighting up the world. I’ll be honest… I kind of liked the effect I had on her. Not so much to where it’ll make me stupid and take advantage of her, but just enough for her adorableness to overwhelm me with butterflies. I haven’t felt nervous around a girl in a long time, but Valerie’s striking beauty is just too much for one man to handle.

            Will I share?

            Hell to the no.

            “Mate, uh… you have someone at the door for you,” Liam popped in, his eyes saddening.

            My smile instantly fell as my eyebrows etched together in confusion. “Who?” I asked, but Liam sighed and shook his head, walking back out the room.

            Who the hell is at our hotel? Unless it’s Valerie, I’m not in the mood for anyone. God, I can’t stop thinking about her. It’s legit, the stupidest thing ever, but it’s the cold hard truth. That smile… That laugh… That blush… Those lips…

            I want to kiss those lips again.

            Still, I heaved a sigh as I pushed myself up off the bed, raking my fingers through my tousled hair. I’ve literally done nothing ever since I got back from taking Valerie to school. I’ve been sitting around staring at the clock, really. It seems like 2:45 can’t get here fast enough.

            “Liam, seriously, lad. Who is—?”

            I froze in my tracks when I saw the familiar girl standing in the doorway. Her long brown hair resting on her shoulders as her sleek dress hugged her petite body. Brown eyes twinkled back at me, but I couldn’t help the frown that overtook my face.

            “Kendall?”