Finding Her

Heather- The other her

Xxx

Heather.

My new girlfriend.

My girlfriend.

I have a girlfriend.

The

word seemed so full of charm in my

mind. She said yes to me. So she

wasn't exactly the type of person that I

had always pictured dating. But she

was beautiful and she liked me.

The

boys walk into the room. They are

still a little questioning about her, but

they like her, too. They are just

jealous, but they are my brothers...

"Are you sure about this, man?" Harry

asks. "Why not?" "She's a

model."Zayn's enters the

conversation. "She is a size 0 and has

dated every other guy celebrity."

"Maybe I can change that," I reply

with some anger. "I agree. She seems

like a nice girl, but she doesn't seem

your type," Liam says. I sit there

silently with a red face now. "Maybe

he just wants to go on a date or two.

He has been single for a while," Louis

tries to help me out.

I know that they

are trying to help me and be nice and

Louis was trying to agree with me, but

was that the only reason they could

find?

They think

I just am dating to not be single

and they think she is only after me

because

I'm just another celebrity boy...

Was that true?

That night I get ready for our first

date. Both of our schedules are usually

filled, but we made a date for tonight.

I look through my clothes and pick out

an outfit when Harry walks in. He

comes up and slaps a hand onto my

shoulder.

"She was pretty, Horan, but

I'm still not sure if she's your type. She

seems to have dated everyone. I'm not

trying to back you out of it. You

deserve to go on dates and have

girlfriends. She seems like a fun girl.

Just don't-," he pauses for a moment.

"You've always told us the type of girl

you wanted. Be yourself and don't let

her change you into something you

aren't."

I look up to him and he looks

in my eyes. His mouth curves into a

small smile and I smile back.

I realize that they aren't jealous.

They're just there for me.

I am getting confused now, though.

But I leave for our date

with my mind thinking of my new

advice and a search for my princess.

I arrive at the empty restaurant. She

picked to go here and we rented the

whole place out. I walk in. The

waiters don't say welcome or look at

me, but I see Heather talking on the

phone. I hear her

laughing with her ex-boyfriend and

talking about her new contract as a

waiter slips a glass in her

hands. She wears a

long, narrow orange skirt with a plain

white shirt that tucks in at the waist

and she wears her hair in a long blond

braid in the back.

When she sees me, she tells the other

line that "a friend is here"

and walks over to

greet me with a smile. "Um..Hey!"

She says. I wave and smile.

But deep down, I wonder if the boys

are right...