The Boy Down The Street

Chapter Three: Trouble

The dearly beloved Chappie Three. The one that caused me to repost the whole story. Gotta love it, though. Haha

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Chapter 3: Trouble

I open the door slowly and when Harry sees me standing there he pulls out a small bouquet of white daisy's from behind his back.

"Aww thank you Harry! But what are these for?" I asked, puzzled.

"They're for you, crazy."

I laughed and said "Okay, I know but why are you giving them to me?"

"Because last time I tried I didn't get to do this-" he said, and leaned in and gave me a kiss.

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'What?!' I woke up from my dream gasping for air. My body was reacting as if my dream was a terrible nightmare, when really, it was an amazing dream.

I sat up and looked at my alarm clock, it 3:42 a.m. I sighed and laid back down but I knew I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep anytime soon.

After about ten minutes, according to my alarm clock, I finally gave up and went into the living room to turn on the t.v. I quickly turned the volume down before it began blaring through the speakers located around the room.

I sat for hours, the t.v. on, but I wasn't really paying any attention. I was lost deep in thought, thinking about my new neighbors, how Harry and Gemma will be with me at high school tomorrow, for the first time.

This will be fun.

I keep telling myself that, but I'm honestly scared to death that Harry will find one of the prettier, smarter, bubblier, popular girls at school and forget about me.

We will just have to wait and see.

'It won't happen! Harry wouldn't do that to you! You know he wouldn't.' I continue thinking. But wait, I've known Harry for what, like 4 hours? How can I keep telling myself I know this boy when literally know NOTHING about him? And after that almost-kiss, trouble, and stupid incident, will he even want to talk me? But even worse,

Will he completely forget I exist and find some other girl?

Why am I being so protective of this boy?! I don't even know his last name, for god sakes.

I need to stop being so stupid. My god, Kels, snap out of your freakin idiotic worry session! You're being stupid and overreacting, nothing happened. Nothing may happen.

But nothing may happen.

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"Kelsey!"

I awoke to being yelled at by my mom.

"What???" I said, clearly annoyed.

"What are you doing on the couch? Harry and Gemma are waiting for you in the kitchen, theyre wanting to walk with you to school. And it's 7:15, you need to be at school at 7:45! It's a 20 minute walk, hurry up!"

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Oh god. There's no telling what I look like right now, and I have to run through the kitchen to get to my room! I usually get up at 6:30, I need a shower but I have no time, and I hate looking bad at school. It makes my confidence level drop to like

-100, and I feel horrible all day. Oh well, I guess I'm just gonna have to look terrible today.

I quickly ran through the kitchen and mumbled a few 'hello's' while charging up the stairs and grabbed the first pair of clothes I saw and threw them on. I then ran into the bathroom and plugged in my straightener while putting on the most make up possible in the short time period, which was a little bit of concealer under my eyes, powder, a tiny bit of blush, and mascara.