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Chapter 8 – Harry’s P.O.V.

            Holy actual shit. I do try to kiss girls on the first date; but only if the date goes smooth and the girl is pretty cool. But Valerie… she’s so different and lovable, I can’t stop thinking about her. I liked the way her soft lips moved against mine, and how her fingers laced in my hair. I liked being able to wrap my arms around her petite waist, and how she let me pull her closer. I know I pretty much have this girl under some sort of spell, just because of how much she loves our band. But I don’t want that to be the only reason she likes me. I feel like I might actually be growing feelings for her.

            “Morning, mate. How was that date?” Niall smirked as he walked into the kitchen.

            A small tugged at my lips as I imagined Valerie’s lips on mine again. “Perfect,” I muttered, hoping he didn’t hear.       

            “Aw,” Niall chuckled, pushing my hopes out the window. “It was perfect. That’s a strong word, mate.”

            “A strong word that holds the meaning,” I admitted, squirming in the barstool to get comfortable. Knowing Niall, this conversation was about to get deep, and I needed to be prepared for the questions he had for me.

            “So you think you might actually like this girl?” Niall asked his first question, but I knew a series of others would soon follow.

            I smiled up at him. “Yeah, actually. I think I might.”

            “You’ve known her for two days, mate,” Niall reminded me. “I don’t know your feelings for this girl, but remember… We aren’t here forever. Just two weeks.”

            I sighed, raking a hand through my hair as my smile fell. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “I know.”

            “What are you gonna do then?” he asked, twisting open a water bottle and taking a sip from it. This is why everyone needs a Niall. He helps you think things through before you fall too deep and can’t get out.

            I shrugged. “I mean, I really want to see her again, ya know? She’s so adorable, lad. I swear you’d love her. She’s so cute when she goes on a ramble about just random things. You should see her when she talks about us,” I smiled, picturing Valerie’s gorgeous face in my mind. “I swear, mate. Her smile gets so big and her face just brightens.”

            Niall’s grin stretched as my face flushed in embarrassment. God, I sound like a lovesick puppy. I haven’t been this into a girl for a long while now. One night stands are usually my only luck with love. Every girl just leaves the next day, having the bragging rights of saying they “slept with Harry Styles.” I swear, I despise hearing those words.

            It sickens me.

            Niall’s smile never left his face as he said, “You sound really into this girl.”

            I shrugged, my cheeks still hot from all the information I gave out. “She’s different,” I told him.

            “You sound like you really like this girl, lad. I’d hang out with her as much as possible, and then when the time comes we have to leave… Well, you’ll figure it out. You’re smart, Harry,” Niall said.

            “I’m not leaving her forever,” I stated firmly. “When we do leave, I will be back after the tour. I don’t think I can let a girl that makes me feel this way go.”

Valerie’s P.O.V.

            I’m going insane. Skimming over my fan-fiction, I’m seeing definite similarities between Harry and Lauren’s first date, and mine and Harry’s first date. But this is just a weird coincidence, right? I mean, stories (especially fan-fictions) don’t just magically come to life. This isn’t a Disney movie. Things don’t have fairytale endings, and the endings definitely don’t end with Harry Styles. But if it is possible for my book to…

            No.

            That’s absolutely crazy, and one date and one meeting can’t prove that.

            I slammed my laptop closed, heaving a hand through my hair as I felt a pain in my chest. Shit. It’s getting worse again. I sighed, forcing myself to get out of the desk chair as I opened my door, trotting down the stairs. Seeing the twins in the living room watching Spongebob, I quickly made a bee-line for the kitchen. I was in no mood to deal with those brats today, especially after what they did yesterday when Harry came. Yeah, he didn’t care… but it’s still embarrassing as crap.

            I stopped when I heard muffled voices exchanging behind the door. They sounded like they were arguing. Crap. My parents have only argued once before, and it was over whether I should go to rehab and have that surgery. Dad was fully against it, but Mom thought if it made me better, it was worth the risk.

            Me? Well, no one ever gave me a say in it.

            Still, I ended up not having the surgery, but I still went to rehab to “cleanse” myself. They thought with all the problems in my body, it’d be best if I stayed away from the outside world for a while. I would’ve stayed at the hospital (and I did for a couple of weeks), but they didn’t have any room. Nor did they want a girl taking up space, just because she was born a freak with a bunch of defects.

            “What are they arguing about?” I asked the twins, leaning in the doorway as my heart started pounding in fear.

            Jeremy shrugged. “They’ve been in there for a while now,” he said, not taking his eyes from the television.

            Tommy added, “Mom said we weren’t going to school today because no one can take us. She said you can ride the bus.”

            I groaned, raking a hand through my hair. “I don’t wanna ride the bus. How come you guys can ditch, but I can’t?” I muttered.

            “Because we’re special,” they chuckled in unison, making me roll my eyes as I stormed back up the stairs.

            My phone was lighting up on the nightstand, and I saw that Harry was calling me. Holy actual crap. I know he kissed me yesterday, and Jesus God did all my dreams come true, but talking to him on the phone?        

            Still, I practically dived for it as I pressed talk and jammed it to my ear. “Hello?”

            “Hey, Val,” Harry said, and I could practically hear the smile in his voice. Val. It still gets me. “So, erm… What are you doing today?”

            I chuckled. “Going to school,” I said. “Not everyone is famous and has the opportunity to drop out early.”

            Harry huffed on the other end. “Damn… I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go see a movie or something… How about I take you to school, yeah?” he asked.

            “Harry, you don’t have to do that,” I told him, my heart fluttering frantically.

            “I want too,” he beamed, and I couldn’t help the smile that stretched on my lips. “I’ll be there in… five or ten, okay?”

            “Okay,” I said softly, biting my lower lip to fight the scream swelling in my throat.

            Harry fucking Styles is taking me to school. Get jealous, bitches. That’s exactly what I’m gonna say when we pull into the parking lot. All those girls making fun of me for being so obsessive, go shove a cactus up your ass. My fantasy is coming true.

            “Cool. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

            Harry hung up, leaving me breathless as I scurried around to change. I won’t worry about the similarities between my book and my new life. I’ll just worry about my limited time with Harry, and I’ll soak in every damn second of it. I may be dreaming, but I’m not quite ready to wake up.