Spotted [h.s]

Twenty one

Clary's POV

Pulling my hair into a messy bun, I eagerly waited for Harry to come by.

There was something about him, that really made me want to see him again, no matter what went wrong between us.

He was Harry Styles.

He had this charm, that I’ve never come across. I don’t know if it was the way he looked at you, or the way he spoke to you, but he made you feel like you’re the only girl in the world.

I loved the attention he gave me.

I was a fan, a nobody. Still am. What could he possibly want from me?

I was filling in the past few days events in my little, absolutely ridiculous diary, and I heard the sound of the door bell.

Running downstairs like a crazy fangirl, I nearly fainted at the sight of the two people in front of me when I opened the door.

Zayn Malik and Louis Tomlinson were standing right in front of me.

I was just getting used to the fact that Harry Styles is hanging out with me, and now these two.

“Hi! Clary, right?” Zayn asked me, running a hand through his hair, his posh Bradford accent prominent.

I said nothing.

“Wow, she really stares.” Louis teased.

“Are you going to say something?” Zayn asks me again, looking straight into my soul.

I felt like my heart could burst.

“Hi.” I squeaked.

“Can we come in?” They said in unison.

HOLYFUCKINGSHITTHEYWANTTOCOMEINSIDE.

“Ofcourse.” I whispered.

I couldn’t bring myself to speak. My throat was locked, and there was no key.

“Harry had something come up so he couldn’t make it. He said he’s sorry.” Zayn said, making his way in.

“Nice house, Clarissa.” Louis says and I frown at his use of my full name.

“It’s Clary, and thank you.” I forced a smiled.

I was constantly biting my lips to keep myself from screaming.

“Harry speaks very highly of you.-“

“She’s the only thing he talks about anymore. What spell have you cast on the asshole?” Zayn interrupts his friend.

‘He’s casting spells on me.’ I wanted to say.

“Hey, are you uncomfortable, I mean, yeah we should’ve said we were coming by but it all happened too fast-“

“No,No!I’m glad you came!” I interrupted Zayn. I didn’t want him to feel bad. God he was so hot. 

 I just-I wasn’t expecting this. I’m still a fan.So you get the idea.” They nodded.

“You haven’t thrown yourself at us, so thank you for that. It’s such a turn off when girls do that.” Louis laughed and sat on my couch.

As hours passed, I felt better. They were so easy to talk tol! Great listeners, and great guys, genuinely.

Louis told me all about him mum getting married next week, and I asked him to congratulate her on my behalf. Zayn made some knock- knock jokes, which surprised me because Harry was the one with the knock-knock jokes.

They were great at keeping me company, we ordered a few pizzas and just talked.

They were normal lads, with an extra-ordinary life. They were like any other boys their age.

Just hotter.

Louis was telling us about his first date with Eleanour when the door bell interrupted him.

“I’ll get it! It’s probably Harry!” My heart burst at the sound of his name.

WTF?

Louis continued with his story, and after what seemed like ten seconds, we heard the sound of something falling to the floor.

I jumped to my feet and made my way to the door, and I saw Ashley on the floor.

Shit.

“All I sad was Hi, and then she fainted.” Zayn frowned. “What did I do?”

“Are you always modest?” I laughed. Boy, they really have no idea what they are to fans, do they?

“Let’s take her to my room. You’re the one to blame,you carry her.” I poked Zayn’s chest.

“Pleasure.”

I took a video of Zayn carrying Ashley. I considered showing it to her as soon as she wakes up, but I don’t want her to faint again.

“She just- SHE FAINTED!” Louis said,throwing a fit of laughter. He looked so cute I wanted to kiss him.

Then I controlled my feelings.

“Hello Niall!” Louis spoke into his phone.

LOUIS WAS TALKING TO THE KING OF IRISH MEN OHMYGOD!

“No, I haven’t. What’s wrong?” His tone turned to a worried one.

“Bullshit—Okay, I’ll take a look. Hold on.” He grabbed Zayn’s phone from the couch and the next thing I knew, he was staring at the screen like something was wrong.

“Niall, I’ll get back to you Lad.” Louis hung up.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m so mad at him, Clary.” He mumbled.

“See this.” He held out the phone to me and I took it.

It showed me the top three twitter trends.

#HarryAndPaige

#Haigeisback

#Paigewehateyou

I clicked on one of the trends, and then I saw pictures. Hundreds of pictures that were clicked hours ago, of Paige Reifler and Harry, at lunch at a very fancy restaurant.

A pang of jealousy hit me. Hit me hard.

But that’s not what hurt.

He went to lunch with someone else instead of being here with me, when he said he was going to.

But it’s alright,

I mean,

I’m a nobody. Right?

xx

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