WOOO, yay for second chapters!. i really love this one, i love how.. Bold Harry is in this chapter. It kinda reminds me of a criss cross of these movies....
The Notebook
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Monte Carlo.
http://www.lemeurice.com/hotel-photo-gallery
(thats Avery's hotel, it'll be mentioned in this chapter, and feel free to look at the 'Presidentual Suite' photo... because.. you know.. thats what room she'll end up getting.. *SPOILER)
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Another thing you should know about me, is that I am no good when it comes to male attention. Especially when it’s Harry Styles.
That’s why I turned my head back around and sat forward in my seat, doing my best to ignore him.
“Whats your name?” he asks, and I plug my headphones back into my ears, maybe if I don’t acknowledge him, he’ll go away.
“Hey, I’m talking to you”
okay, that’s one thing I really hate, arrogance.
“Hey!-“ he nudges my shoulder
“you kick my chair, you spill water all over me on purpose, and now you expect me to tell you my name?”
“yep” he says boldly.
“ugh” I groan, and return to my ipod, continuing to scroll.
“if you don’t tell me, I’ll do something dramatic”
I just ignore him again, I was already scared of myself for standing up to him a sentence ago. I wasn’t going to pre-voke my inner self, she might as well explode with all the feelings she’s got hidden down there.
Harry stands from his seat, walks down the aisle, and turns to face me once more.
“Last chance!” he yells, spreading his arms out.
I can’t help feel a little embarrassed or myself, people were beginning to stare.
I roll my eyes, and shake my head.
No, he doesn’t deserve to know my name anymore.
“okay, you’re fault” he says, and walks to the front of the plane, standing in front of the air compressed door.
His land interlocks with the handle.
One of the boys behind me stand up
“What the hell are you doing Harry?!” He says, and I detect an Irish accent.
“I’m going to open the door” he says casually.
“Are you being stupid? Sit back down!” I yell to him, regretting it instantly.
“Not until you tell me your name”
“No, you don’t deserve to know it”
Harry’s hand clenches as he pulls the handle slightly, and the door makes a sound.
“he’s not bluffing…” another boy says to another one, and I flinch. He wouldn’t do it…
the handle is pulled once again, setting off numerous alarms. And then people began to panic.
“HARRY!” I yell “STOP!”
he just smiles
“tell me your name”
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