Bmac99 - Page 43

I don't know how long Harry held me, or how we ended up on the couch, him still holding me. I don't know why I let him, either. I didn't know him, not really. He didn't know why I was crying, or who Jake was. He didn't know anything about me besides my name, address and favorite bands.

When I finally calmed down, Harry walked away. I assumed he was leaving me, who would want to hang out with a sobbing girl anyway? I didn't hear the door open though. All I heard was the sound of ic... Read Full Chapter

My heart started racing at the sight of Lucas staring at me. How could I not notice the amazing body he had? He was fit. His tight tee shirt showed off his flat stomach and toned arms.

I realized I had been staring at him for a long period of time, so I turned my attention to my locker. I grabbed my books, and as I closed my locker, it revealed a person. A person with blonde hair, and blue eyes, and a breath taking smile. (AKA Lucas).

"Hi," he said casually.

"Hello," I tucked... Read Full Chapter

My first reaction was to slam the door in his face. But he stuck his foot in so I couldn't.

"Laura, please," Jake begged. He looked like hell. His eyes were red, his hair was wet and shaggy, AND I saw a massive pimple coming on. Good, he deserved it.

"Leave," I ordered.

"Give me a chance to explain!" He took a step in my apartment, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Name one reason I should," I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

He sighed. "You're ri... Read Full Chapter

BEEP.

What?

BEEP.

What's happening? I'm so tired. I'm just going to...

BEEP.

My sleep clouded brain finally registered the sound was an alarm clock.

I felt like crying. I really didn't want to go back to school. Would Teresa home-school me? Note to self: Ask Teresa about home-schooling. BEEP.

"Shut up," I grumbled as I hit the snooze.

Suddenly, a stream of light poured into my bedroom and I let out a small yell. I pulled the covers over my head to block it.
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It was Sunday night, me, Teresa, and Thomas had just finished supper. We were just talking about random things. Sports, school, weather, you know, small talk.

Thomas checked his phone and groaned.

"What's the matter, honey?" Teresa asked.

"There's a problem with the banking, I have to go check it out," he gave Teresa an apologetic look.

"It's okay. I think I can hold down the fort," Teresa laid her hand on Thomas's.

Thomas leaned over and gave Teresa a kiss.

I felt a pa... Read Full Chapter

When I woke up, I didn't know where I was. My heart was racing when I finally realized where I was. At my sisters new home. My new home.

I checked the alarm clock beside my bed. It was 7 PM, I had slept for over six hours, but at least it was a Saturday, so it didn't matter. Jus then, Teresa opened the door.

"Good morning sunshine," she joked.

I rolled my eyes and sat up, untangling my hair with my fingers. "Hey."

"I see that the bed is comfortable," Teresa smiled. "So, w... Read Full Chapter

After I gave Harry my address, I ran around my apartment like psychopath. I probably looked insane, throwing clothes and books into my closet, stuffing makeup and jewelry into drawers, flinging clean plates into cabinets, fixing my bed, and finally darting into the bathroom.

I almost screamed at the sight of myself in the mirror. My eyes were red, so were my cheeks. I could see the path my tears took down my face. I washed my face off with cool water and wished I had enough time to... Read Full Chapter

I stared at my duffle bag on the couch. It had everything I was taking to Teresa's later. A couple pairs of pants, a couple shirts, some photos, my notebook and my sock monkey.

It was really happening. No more couch for a bed, no more frozen pizzas for dinner every night, no more sirens keeping me from sleeping. I grabbed my bag and walked into the living room where my mom and Teresa were whispering frantically to each other.

Teresa stopped and looked at me, holding Maria. "Are yo... Read Full Chapter

All I could think about through jouranlism was Harry.

His green eyes. His smile. His adorable curls. His everything.

It was one thing to see him on TV, but a whole different experience to see him in person. And I didn't just SEE him. I talked to him. I flirted with him. I drank coffee with him. I gave him my phone number...Oh my god. What if he calls me? Or texts me?

When I finally got to my apartment, I fell back on my bed, phone on my chest. It buzze... Read Full Chapter

Here I was, sitting on a bean bag chair across from Harry Styles. No big deal or anything.

"So Laura, what do you do for a living?" He asked.

I attempted to slow my heart. "Um, I'm a student at the university."

"Oh, what do you want to go into?"

"Journalism. I want to write for magazines," I sipped my coffee.

"That's great. When did you decide to become a journalist?"

I shrugged. "I've always been into writing, and my mom seems to... Read Full Chapter