Chapter 12- On the ground
Currently #69 in teen fiction. OH HOW LUCKY THAT NUMBER IS.
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I know that a lot of you guys might not like what's going on in the story right now and some might be but for the ones who don't, I would like to say sorry that I cannot change what is about to happen in the story.
Because if you want me to tell you in full honesty, these are part of real life experiences (which I've somehow changed parts and maybe exaggerated some of it). But all of these ideas I've put on to my stories are inspired by mine and the people around me.
And if you want me to control all the things that's happening in the book, I can't.
Because to do that, you'd have to have control on my life.
Thanks for understanding, guys. I'm sorry if this story isn't the way you want it to be.
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I whispered, "What are you trying to do?"
Zayn quickly distanced himself from me and fixed his shirt as if it wasn't already neat while clearing his throat, "N-nothing. Ehm, the point is you should know where you stand. With you around, Lou and Haz will never be able to get back together, but if you le-"
Before he could continue I cut in, "I won't. I will never leave Harry, Zayn. But at the same time, I will fix this."
I was so determined. I've never held on to something so much.
Was I the Anastasia of the story Cinderella? Is the third movie what's happening to me?
Was I... The villain?
I didn't care.
I couldn't care right then.
All I knew was I needed Harry and so did he.
I think.
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Louis was standing in front of his locker, looking for some book from the unorganized pile of stuff.
Okay, it's now or never, Taylor.
I strode towards him, eager to fix everything and called out in my most confident voice ever, "Louis."
He turned at the mention of his name and when he saw me, his usual happy face was gone.
"What?" He questioned, not giving a damn about me because he wasn't even looking at me.
"I need to talk to you." I continued.
"Aren't you already?" He asked, finally looking at me.
I took a deep breath, ready to let out my long rehearsed speech, "If I have caused you any trouble I apologize and you can hate on me all you want but please, don't hate on Harry."
Louis let out a deep breath, half-rolling his eyes.
"He's your best friend but he's also my boyfriend and I just wish you can understand why he did that." I explained.
"And he picked you over me."
"No, he didn't!" I exclaimed, "He would do the same to me if I insulted you, which I would never, but it's true."
Louis looked down, thinking and considering it.
"I-I'm sorry for talking about you like that too." He said after, his voice lowering and softer from before.
I was not shocked at all. I mean, he's Louis, happy funny guy Louis.
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I skipped happily through the hallways, proud of what I did.
I mended their friendship.
In your face, Zayn Malik!
For a second there, I forgot about the foreign stares since the beginning of the day a few weeks ago when Harry and I became a thing.
I opened my locker, humming a song and placed in my Physics textbook.
Suddenly I felt a warm hand on my waist.
"Hey." Whispered a voice in my ear.
I jumped slightly and turned around.
It was Harry.
I smiled immediately and replied, "Hey."
"Ready to go home with me?" He smirked and I rolled my eyes.
"Don't make it sound like that it makes me cringe." I stated, closing my locker door.
"Come on, Cinderella, your pumpkin carriage awaits." He teased.
My smile immediately faded away from my face.
Ella.
It kept haunting me.
Knowing that this wasn't what I deserved.
It haunted me.
Harry waved a hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Hey! Come on, the clock's striking 12, the magic's going to disappear." Harry joked more.
My palms started sweating and I could just feel the presence of Ella, walking towards me from behind and expose my deepest darkest secret.
Suddenly, I felt a warm hand on mine, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I jumped slightly and looked up at the pair of green eyes, smiling right at me.
"Come on, let's go, I'm taking you somewhere." Harry said and immediately pulled me out of school and into the car.
My palms continued sweating as I tried my best not to think about the future but the present instead.
Enjoy it while you can, Taylor.
I took a deep breath and forcefully pushed my dark thoughts away, focusing on the road.
"Where are you taking me, Harry?" I asked, finally realizing he wasn't driving me home.
"You'll see it when you're there." He gave me a dimply smile.
Soon we reached a small cabin located next to a lake.
It looked kinda old from the outside, dusty chairs and a half-broken swing hanging.
We both got out of his car and I followed him towards the cabin.
"W-where is this?" I questioned.
"This is where I used to live."
"W-what?" I stuttered, amazed by this rich boy in front of me who just told me he used to be poor.
"I thought you were rich."
"I'm not rich. My parents are." He explained himself as he revealed the hidden key from underneath the dusty door mat which seemed to have lost its color from the coverage.
The door creaked open and that's when he said, "I used to live here with my grandmother."
He walked in before me and I followed.
And that's when my eyes opened wide at the coziness.
Everything in the cabin was not dirty or torn or broken or has spiders on it.
It was clean.
From the outside, it looked like an abandoned cabin but when you walk in?
It looked 101% like home.
There laid a fireplace in the living room. Everything in the room was decorated in vintage styles and I had a tiny freak out session in my position.
I walked towards the fireplace and looked up at the framed pictures placed above the shelf. It was a small boy with the cutest smile sitting on an old lady's lap.
I smiled to myself, picking it up when I felt a hand on my waist.
I leaned back on the hard chest, knowing it was Harry and let out a deep breath, letting myself fall into him.
"You were so cute." I smiled and pointed at him in the picture, turning my head slightly upwards and to the side to see his reaction.
"So you're saying that I'm not cute anymore?" He raised an eyebrow and I rolled my eyes.
"Yep." I replied popping the 'p'.
He let out a playful angry huff and suddenly asked, "Are you ticklish?"
Oh no.
"W-why?" I asked, quickly trying to push his arms that were around me away from me.
"Because..." He started and gave me a playful smirk and I quickly got out of his grip and started running.
Obviously, I could never out run him and so he tackled me to the ground and started running his fingers on my waist.
"Please stop!" I shouted, laughing in between.
He smiled and looked down from above me and asked, "So, am I cute yet?"
I challenged him. "No."
And then the tingly sensation hit my waist again and I laughed, unable to stop as I flapped my hands on his chest and tried my hardest to make him stop.
"OKAY!" I shouted, out of breath, "YOU'RE CUTE."
He finally stopped and looked at me in a triumphant look.
"I knew it." He said and he sounded like a kid.
I rolled my eyes at him and I pushed myself up from the ground but before I could even fully stand, he pushed me back onto the ground and I giggled.
He stared into my eyes and suddenly my laughter faded away.
My heart started beating so fast that I didn't think it was possible.
This person right in front of me then made me felt that way.
I think...
I think...
I'm in love with him.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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