A Bit of Love Hate (One Direction / Harry Styles)

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Chapter 3

**Chelsea POV**

On Saturday afternoon I glanced at my watch, three o’clock, I had an hour until I had to meet Adrian. I roamed around the mall, window shopping, and spotted a few shoes I liked but they were way out of my price range, and to be honest I didn’t really need them. I kept walking, stopping at the book shop to look for something new to read. I walked towards the romance section, and started scanning the shelves for a cute chick flick. Pulling out a book I read the back, but put it straight back on the shelf. It was too cheesy for my liking, and the love story was very unrealistic.

A couple more books caught my attention, but I was unsatisfied and headed towards the door, however something stopped me. A book caught my eye, I stared at the cover and instantly recognized the five familiar faces from One Direction. The title read ‘Dare to Dream’. What a cheesy name for a book about five boys.  Picking up the book, I looked at their faces and thought about what everyone saw in them. The black haired one was quite good looking, I had to admit, but nothing special. To me they all just looked like normal boys. I thought back to my meeting with Harry and to his cockiness, he surely didn’t think he was a normal boy.

 “Do you realize who I am?” I tried to imitate his voice, and realized how stupid I must look to people around me. I put down the book and started walking out, still thinking of Harry. I don't know what it was about him. Maybe it was how he tried to flirt with me even though I was sending him death glares or how cocky he was but he just made my blood boil, and it seemed like he never wanted to leave my thoughts - which was quite annoying since he wasn't exactly my favorite person on the planet. He thought he could do anything just because he was famous, scratch that: He thought he could do anyone just because he was famous.

For a moment I felt kind of bad for him: What kind of people must he be surrounded with to think that way? But just as quickly as I had the thought, I brushed it aside. I shouldn't blame the people around him, I don't even know them. It was all Harry. He was just cocky. I didn't think he was bad looking. I mean even I have to admit he is... Decent looking... But that still doesn't give him the right to be so full of himself!  I didn’t feel pity for Harry Styles. He was annoying. And cheeky. I knew what that kind of boys were like: They use you and leave you, and while I don’t mind a couple of one night stands here and there, these kind of boys just Piss. Me. Off.

I had lost track of time thinking about Harry, and I had to meet Adrian in five minutes, so I rushed to the cinema and found him waiting for me. “It’s about time Chelsea! You really should put those long legs of yours to use more often!” He exclaimed when he saw me and I gave him a bear hug as an apology. We headed for the ridiculously long queue. A familiar tune started playing and before long I realized it was ‘What makes you beautiful’. Adrian squealed and I groaned.

“Ugh! That boy is EVERYWHERE!” I complained. He glared at me in response.

"I know! It's so awesome." He squeled with excitement.

"No... It really isn't." I responded in a bored tone. 

"I can’t believe you met him, twice. And ignored him, twice!” He looked at me in disapproval as he continued the conversation from last night. “You silly girl!” He started shaking his head so that his thick brown hair tumbled across his forehead. I tried to change the topic, but he wouldn’t let me. “Harry is so hot. He is the perfect definition of a Sex God.”

I stared at him in disbelieve. “The perfect definition of a Sex God? More like the perfect definition of an ass!”

Adrian raised his eyebrows and this time it was his turn to stare at me in disbelieve. “You, my friend, must’ve hit your head as a baby. There is obviously something wrong with your mind!” He said looking at me with mock concern.

"No I think that was you since you are the one who likes these boys! Give me three good reasons why I should like them" I argued back.

“Oh pshh easy. At least make it a challenge Chelsea! First of all: They are such sweethearts. Second of all: They are sexy as hell.” I laughed at his rant but he put a hand over my mouth to shut me up. “Do not interrupt me, Chels. And Third of all: They are so talented!” He said, finally removing his hand from my mouth. He looked like a little boy day dreaming about super heroes. Except his super heroes were One Direction. The next thing he said was really funny, and I couldn’t help laugh in his face – especially because he said it looking extremely serious. “Oh if only they were all gay, my life would be so much easier!” Oh Adrian, I thought as we walked up to the counter to get our tickets for Titanic 3D.