《Louis' Depressed Girl》Chapter three: You're famous!?!
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*Editing in process*
Mia's P.O.V
I put my hair in a high bun, and threw on Harry's "Hipsta Please" t-shirt. I glance around the room and see a pair of basketball shorts on the ground, I slip them on and walk to the kitchen. I see Harry combing his hair in the mirror closely.
"I like your hair the way it is," I smile.
"Oh, thanks. I got you some clothes." He throws me a pink t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts.
"Oh thanks, I didn't know I was coming with you guys," I mumble.
"We'll I think it's about time you know what we do," he winks.
As we head down to the hotel lobby, an eruption of screams begin to erupt. Three large men, in thick black suits stand in front of us protectively. What were these guys? A gang?
I clutch onto Harry's arm tightly.
I'm super claustrophobic. Me and crowds just don't mix.
I walk hesitantly to the front doors with the boys, and that's when the screaming begins.
"HARRY I LOVE YOU!" One teenage girl shouts.
"ONE DIRECTION HAVE MY BABIES." Three girls scream at the same time.
When I pass by I hear whispers about me. Wondering why I was holding onto Harry, and who I was.
I look at the ground trying to block out everything that was happening.
I feel Harry push on my back slightly, helping me jump in the van.
I climb in and sit there scared as girls pound on the windows.
I shiver and look at the boys.
"What is this?" I asked concerned.
*****
"We're One Direction!" All the boys say in unison at their interview. I was staying with a famous boyband?!? Why didn't anyone tell me?
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I watched the interview carefully as the boys answered a few questions.
"So we recently heard from a couple of fans that their might be a new girlfriend, specifically Harry's," the interview directed towards the large black camera facing towards her.
I look over at Harry who is blushing immensely. "Yeah, she's great... But we're only friends." Harry explains.
"We'll you guys seem very close in this picture," the interview says as a huge picture of a small girl clutching onto Harry's arm tightly, she seemed very scared, almost like me early today when I was with Harry. Oh wait.
I look closer at the photo and realize that girl is me....
The boys look speechless...
"She didn't know who we were, and was terrified of the huge crowd surrounding us," Liam explains. Thankyou Liam!
The interview women flipped her short blonde hair and gave a look of disbelief.
"So Harry, do you plan on getting a girlfriend soon?" The interviewer asks.
"I guess, but I also stay single for the fans, I don't want to break their hearts.. But yes I do plan on getting a girlfriend soon, and I hope my fans will love her as much as I will." Harry smiles sweetly making my heart melt.
"What kind of girl are you looking for?" She continues.
"A beautiful girl who is willing to let me help her through life, and make her happy every second I get, even though she's hurting."
My breath gets caught in my throat as I look over at Louis who is looking at his feet angrily.
I sigh and watch as the interview comes to an end.
"So know a little more about us now?" Harry asks.
"Yeah little bit, like the fact that your FAMOUS!" I yell a little to loudly.
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"We weren't sure how you would take it." Louis explains.
"Uh whatever.." I groan and walk a away following 4/5 of the boys.
I feel a hand tug me back, pulling me close to them.
"Look I thought you would judge me if I told you who I was..." A voice lowers next to my ear, making my small body shake.
"I-I wouldn't judge you Louis, you should know that," I look up at him, our eyes staring into each others, our faces close.
Right before our lips meet he backs away.
"I..I can't do this to him." He mutters before running out of the room quickly. Leaving me confused and afraid.
I almost kissed Louis...
Louis' P.O.V
Right before we kissed I realized what I was doing. This was Harry's girl not mine... He even told me how beautiful he thought she was, and how he felt so bad for her that he just wanted to hug her an make her pain disappear. But I knew what she was going through the sadness burning in her body, the depression eating her alive. The number one thing we have in commen, that and a person we have dearly love break up with us...
But I could never hurt Harry.... She belongs to him... Even though we were meant to be together... I can just feel it. It's a feeling that Eleanor never gave me... And that feeling is love. True love.
CHAPTER THREE. BOOM. Awkward ending i know. I'm sorry it's short. I guess this is kind of a filler chapter in a way. I'm gonna start plotting this out, so around chapter 6 is where things will get intense. I would really love some feedback! Thanks! And don't forget to vote and share ❤ till then xoxo ~A
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