confessions of a teenage drama queen. part3

            Someone knocked the window. I shocked. I released myself from harry and looked out throught harry’s car window. Anna.

            “are you two gonna kissing all night long?” she grumpled.

            I exchanged look with harry and get out from his car. “how long youve been watch, anna?” i murmured.

            “10 minutes maybe.” She laughed.

            “not funny.” I looked at a car parking at my garden. “is that chris’s?”

            She looked at that car too. “no.” she said, confused. “no idea.”

            When she opened the door, we heard our mom screaming out our name. Instead of coming for her, anna ran to her room. Well, i wanted to do that badly, too. But i have no chance.

            She’s with a guy, probably the one who had that car.

            “rachel, this is Joe” she pointed at that guy, “Joe this is Rachel.”

            He offered his hand and i shake it. I realized he has a green eyes, somewhat similiar for me. “I’m john Milward.” He asked with, wait, a similiar accent for me too, “call me joe”

            “Rachel.” I said as i taking seat at the bar.

            “So, rachel. I thougth you were at the same school like my son is” he asked, friendly.

            “well, i dont know any guy with Milward’s”

            “ oh no, he’s not using my last name.” He said. My mom sat next to him. What on earth happened?

            “what’s his name then?” i asked, try to be interested.

            “harry.”

            Of course not my harry. “hm, let me think.” Harry ....... harry who? “well, no idea. Is he from 12th grader?”

            “mm, he’s from your grade i think.”

            I gathered all of courage. “harry styles?”

            “right! I know you’ll guess it.” He laughed then my mom laughed too. I laughed too, my lips. Not my heart.

            Its about 10 pm when i heard a loud knock on my door, and my mom stepped in.

            “well, rachel. I know that it has been a long time since your father left us. And, well, he’s married now with another girl.” She glanced at me. “i know its hard for you and amanda—“

            “are you gonna marry him?” damn, tears came to my eyes.

            “well i thought you want a dad.” She said. “you need it.”

            “why dont just, its only us. Only three of us.” My breath cathes so i pretend to cough.

            My mom avoid my look, took a deep breath and went outside.

            Im not gonna let my mom marry him. Not because i dont want a new dad. I do, really, i do. but i dont want.............. i dont want to be harry’s sister. If im gonna be a part of harry’s life, i’d rather choose being his enemy instead her sister. I love him too much to let myself being his sister... i just—cant.

            I dialed harry’s number.

            “harry.” I said between my tears.

            “are you crying? What happened?” he seemed worry.

            “is joe milward your—“ i tried to speak clearly, “dad?”

            “mm, yeah. Why?”

            “where’s your mom?”

            “oh—“ he said with a little surprised tone. “they, split up”

            I ended the phone and crying even harder.

            I skipped my classes today. Im not ready for meeting harry—my future brother. Ugh, this thought sucks.

            “where are you?” harry called me.

            “nowhere.”

            “come on rachel, we need to get from this mess.”

            “how?!” i shouted. Well, its outta of my control. Im blaming myself for that. “sorry, but this just too complicated.”

            “where are you?” he asked once more.

            “walgrave.”

            “okay, wait me.”

            I looked to my left. Two little girls with their parent having fun. An older one i guess, with light brown hair and blue eyes, like her dad. Like anna and my dad. And the younger one, with dark brown hair and eyes, like her mom. Like me and my mom. Is that kind of flashback? If only my dad didnt leave. We’re just gonna be fun. Anna said he left because he wanted to marry younger woman. Im blaming that woman now.

            Someone hugged me backward. And his hand made my eyes tearing.

            “i love you—“ theres a long pause when he speaks. “more than i love my dad.”

            “so what could we do? tearing them apart?”

            “what else we could do?”

            I shoke my head.

            “i will marry you someday and im not gonna marry my own sister. Thats it.”

            Whoa, i try my best to not smiling, but how could i?

            “so your suggestion is......” i asked

            “let them marry.” Wait, harry, you make me confused. “then we runaway, together.”

            I laughed, seriously. How many guys asked their girlfriend to runaway? I love harry.

            “would you?” he asked.

            “harry, are you serious?”

            “im not joking.” He turned to be serious now. “it might be difficult, but my love for you is real”

confessions of a teenage drama queen. part2

            Its more like im going to school just to see harry. I tried to eat muesli like my mom does and surprisingly anna finished dressing up in 7. Wow. She sat next to me.

            “are you dating harry styles?” she murmured

            “anna, i just knew him yesterday” i sighed.

            “well, amber said you two are an item” she told me

            I took a deep breath and continued eating.

            I went to the allocation of lockers.

            Sheldon, rachel 671

            Styles, Harry 672

            Whoa. I didnt expect this. Well, it was the best thing that happened today. Im pretty sure the other nice things would follow. I need to go to my locker to change the code after all. I tampered the code until i found the right one, 2020 my lucky number. I dumped my book into it when i smell a similiara sweet-scented on my right. Let me guess, it smelled like woody oriental which harry styles’s. I tried my best to ignore him.

            “hey rachel.” He greeted.

            “hey.” I said, quietly

            “next class?”

            “is that really matter what my next class is?”  he looked surprised.

            He raised his hands. “okay miss, i back-off”

           

            Okay, i admitted it. I regret what i did to him this morning. But i just cant let him into my life. I mean, i just knew him yesterday. Well, i know he has a great body, even if i wasnt sure if there was a brain up there.

            “are you rachel sheldon?”  asked a girl, marina. “im marina rodriguez.” She offered her hand to me, for shake hand, maybe.

            I just stare at her hand. Not sure if im goin to shake it. “is it a tradition in italy?”

            She took back her hand, her face showed that she was a bit dissapointed but her smile erased it. “oh, im sorry. You guys have a different tradition here” she still smiling.

            I dont even smile. I mean, for what? Im not gonna give my smile to a new girl here. “what do you want?” i asked, wyrly.

            “well, i heard you know harry styles. May you take me to him? I have something for him”

            Finally, i smiled showing off my teeth. “never”

            “oh rachel, please. I think its important for him to get this.” I rolled my eyes. This girl made me want to slap her face. “you know, an awesome boy like him should get this stuff”

            Excuse me, awesome?

            “are you fancy harry?” i folded my hand on my chest.

            She looked surprised. “i-i-i-im----“

            I walked away from her.

            How dare she is?! Shes just a new student and she fancies harry. Harry. I walked throught the hallways and unfortunately i met amber.

            “rachel, everyones talking about you!” she cried. “you and harry are such a perfect item.”

            “amber! Im not dating him. Im not dating anyone.” I groaned.

            Anna joined us. “have you guys seen marina?” she said marina like she was a poisonous bug or something like that. It seemed like anna just realized that im here. “by the way, paris lookin for you.” I nodded and went to paris. Which i predicted in gym.

            Whoaaaa. Its me that surprised now. Courtney, paris, brooklyn with guess who? Marina.

            “what would you like to give?” courtney asked in her deathly tone.

            “oh pleaseee. Its such a big secret. Oh come on you girls, please take me to him. Please, i owe you for more than anything. Youre so-----“

            “stop being nice!” i threatened. “if you fancy harry, just tell us.”

            “how could i fancy him?!” she shouted back.

            “well, with all the gift you wanted to give to hime, i expected you are fancy him.” I said wryly.

            “we’re just friend!” marina yelled.

            In my experience, friendships across the genders were never that simple, like never.

            I smiled. My lips not my eyes.

            How dare they do this....... i thought all of my classes were same with my girls! But guess what the do? choose physics instead of math. Im totally blaming on paris. She must the brain of all this crime.

            “anyone sit with you?” harry asked.

            Im glad im not living against the odds. I’d choose harry instead of Paris sitting with me  absolutely.

            “no.” I gasped.

            “so you’d prefer sit alone or sit with me?” he frowned.

            I laughed and he took a sit beside me.

            “youre different from other girls” he told me. With this close, it made me realized that he has a FULL bottom lips.

            “in good or bad way?”

            “good”

            “hm, youre different too,” i replied, thoughtfully.

            “hmm.”

            “no, i mean, different because i can work out what youre thinking. Most guys hide something---i dunno, im talking crap, forget it.”

            “so i can relax then? Youre not gonna acted like this morning no more?” he smiled.

            Well, thanks too harry then. It was the best physics ever.

            “rachel, please believe me. Im not fancy harry. You know, errr, his friend, louis. He’s nice. I mean----“

            “louis?” i gasped. I felt paris and niall beside me. Paris and niall? What on earth happened?!

            “he’s not a bad kisser, either” she covered her mouth like she regreted what she said.

            Whoa, i havent kissed harry yet and she—the new girl in town—has kissed louis tomlinson. world has no justice. Confused, i walked away. Thats when i found myself face to face with niall and paris.

            “are you two an item?” i asked, straight note.

            “kind of.” Paris blushed, niall curled his hands on her wraist.

            “best wishes.” I smiled than burst into brooklyn. “brooklyn, am i the one who confused about this all stuffs?” i free myslef then realized that she’s crying. “what the hell happened?”

            “you havent know everything?” she sighed. “havent you know courtney and liam sneaked out from classes today? The well, look at me. It looks like y’all got your pair. Me?”

            “there’s zayn, brooklyn”

            “not really interested.”

            “why?”

            “no reason” she muttered.

            “yeah, right no reason! As if butter wouldnt melt in your mouth!” i teased her. “listen, if you fancy zayn, why not just admit it?”

            Brooklyn frowned. “how can i fancy him? I only saw him once, and that was from distance.”

            “its enough” i insisted. “you are—you have a thing for zayn!”

            She rolled her eyes and left me.

            “free tonight?” harry asked.

            “yeah. Why?”

            “what about movie and dinner with me?”

            “what did people  call two peoples goin on movie and dinner?”

            “a---“ he searched for words carefully, “date”

            “so you offered me a date?” i teased him.

            “so you accept it?”  he smiled back.

            By another stretch of water,way out of town, me and harry sat and watched the world go by.

            “look at the ducks!” i pointed to two birds bobbing their heads under the surface, sticking their arses in the air. “sweet!”

            “why do women go ga-ga over animals?” harry wondered.

            “the same reason men hero-worship david beckham.”

            “we dont.”

            “some do.”

            “no, thats just the women! They drool over his pecs.”

            “how come you never agree with anyting i say?”

            “i do sometimes”

            “you bloody well dont.”

            “here we go again!” he turning in to me, rested his arms on my shoulders. “you’re like a guy, you know that?”

            “that’s the worst thing anyone ever said to me!” i scrambled free.

            He caught me by the hand. “im not kidding. You argue like a guy.”

            “yeah, yeah—so why doesnt that surprise you?”

            “here,” he said, taking off his jacket and carefully draping it around my shoulders.

            “i love you.” Words slipped out from his mouth.

            “yeah, me too.” I admitted.

part8

            This is my..... i dont know how many dance ive danced with harry this night. From slow beat until the fast one. But now, i cant keep myself focused because i havent seen britney and paris since my first dance. So i turn my head from left to right, from right to left to search them. Thats when i feel harry’s feet stop.

            I look at his face. “what?”

            “dance, with your heart.” He mimics my accent.

            I cant help myself but smile. And suddenly, the beat feels fit with tango’s beats. Than i knock my heels twice to ground. Harry seems into it. He did that too. Then i turn around. Thats how you started tango.

            So we do our tango walk, drag and pivot, grab vine with dip, half grape vine with dip, and pivot. Each moves 8 counts. I feel everyone stops dancing. Put their attention to us. So we continue it. We circling our foot, do the scissor and scissors. Pivot again. reverse walk. We dip and turn. We dip and take two step. Then this is my favorite part, i pariouette and he walks. All in 8 counts. We sway and get our balance back. We walk and swing our foot, we walk and swing our foot. Then, its done.

            Then i hear a loud loud loud standing ovation and louder again. i look around and realize that i forget that theyre watcing us. So, i laugh, harry opens his arms, and i lean closer to his chest. Hug him back harder.
            hello,  my name is rachel horan. i am 16 years old. im in love with harry styles, who i used to hate. and i now im feeling lucky because im in his arms. may the odds be ever in our realtionship favor.

Yeaay! Finish with this. Let me tell you the cast!:

Rachel horan             : rahel laras xxx

Harry styles                : harry styles

Britney bingley          : vania trixie

Niall horan                 : niall horan

Paris kensington       : paris

Petula                         : taska amani

Zayn malik                 : zayn malik

Louis tomlinson        : louis tomlinson

Liam payne                : liam payne

Maddison Horan       : nadira yasmin

Scarlet                                    : Marsha anindya

Paul                             : paul

Chris                           : hem, no idea.

Thats it! Massive thank you everybody!

Decide to make more fanfiction again, ready?

part7.

            I stare my reflection in the mirror. Whoever that made this dress, i owe them for this. Colorful beadwork embellished generously with tiny sequins sparkles on the strapless sweetheart bodice and the layered skirt has a ruffled hemline. This strapless baby doll dress is amazing. I look someone in my right. She looks gorgeous. Her blonde hair falls perfectly. And her body cover by  An elegant silver evening gown featuring sparkling crystals on the slim fitting bodice. A flirty side slit on the floor length skirt and small train gives this sequin gown for prom a designer look that will put you on everyone's best dress list. She doesnt look like britney.

            And i turn to my right. This lady-like paris kensington is so pretty. This sequin strapless prom dress has a flattering cut combined with the glamour of sequins and chiffon. A stunning long dress for prom or formals featuring a strapless sweetheart neckline and loose fitting A-line skirt. The bust is covered in sparkling sequins with a sheer chiffon overlay that creates an amazing look. Double straps cross the daring low cut back and adds a dramatic touch to this beautiful sequin evening gown for prom. Im about to admit it when i hear Petula’s voice. So i and this two pretties enter the toilet room. We are all crumpling here.

            Petula’s heels knock on the floor. She spray her parfume to her body. Omg i hate this smell. I start to cough when paris puts her hand on my mouth.

            “i dont believe shes goin with harry styles.” Petula starts to talk.

            “she’s not that pretty i know.” Say scarlet, petula’s bestfriend. I wonder why she wanted to have a friendship with a girl, a demon like petula.

            “have you see her tonight?”

            “no.”

            “look at me, scarlet. I am pretty.”

            I open the door. Standing beside petula. “is that a past tense?” i say, edgily

            I think we are both surprised. She looked at me from head till toe and i do the same.

            “is that rachel? Why she became so pretty?” scarlet murmurs. Well, how do petula became so pretty too?  A prom dress featuring a ruched strapless bodice and a short skirt with layers of long ruffles cascading down the back. Chic, fun, and flirty.

            suddenly, petula and scarlet get out from the toilet and paris also britney get out from toilet room.

            “it will start 10 minutes more. Come on.” Paris says. and we get out too. Boys already coming, i search for harry but i cant find him anywhere.

            “i know its you.” I turn on my back. Whoaaa, harry.

            “whoa”

            “whoa”

            Im sorry, did i just look at him and say whoa? Wait, did he just look at me and say whoa? And we both laugh.

            “harry, i want to introduce you to someone.” I say.

            “your friend?”

            “no. I mean, yes. Its petula” petula? My friend? Impossible.

            We go to petula. Shes standing and leaning on his boyfriend. Like a model. Bot of them.

            “petula, chris. This is harry.” I introduce. Petula gets an heart attack. I mean really, her face shows it. Chris shaking hand with harry. And harry just nod to petula. “do you see britney, petula?”

            “no” she seems like to surprised to insult me. So i just leave her.

            I go get drink with harry. “what do you think the songs would be?” harry asks.

            I raise my shoulder. “beat? Slow? Both of them? No idea.”

            Harry looking at my eyes deeply, “youre so beautiful.”

            A the outside i just manage a smile but inside, oh never ask about it. To merry to tell. So before i cannot hold myself to do a dance around this ball, i step on my toe and kiss him.

ehm, you have to know something. the prom havent start yet. so you better get yourself ready for the next part okay. massive thankyou. scarlet belonged to marsha anindya anyway

part6

            Tomorrow is the big day! So i went to school by bus and did a non-stopping chat with britney. We were very excited about the prom. We talked about our dress and guessed who could be the prom queen and king.

            “it could be you, rachel.”  She suggested.

            “of course it could be me.” I replied, edgily. “britney..... it wouldnt be me. I would be petula. I have no chance. But, you could be the queen too!”

            “petula? She didnt deserve any kind of pleasurement. Me? Oh come on, miss horan.

            “miss.bingley, youre cheers’ leader. Everybody owes you.”

            “yeah, and you go to the prom with harry styles.”

            “thats different.”

            “i mean, you are his girlfriend.”

            “listen, brit. Im not his girlfriend.”  And we arrived.

            My next class was physics. It means, a class with petula and her boyfriend, which my ex. I took a seat next to paris and saw petula entered the class and sit behind me.

            “prom is tomorrow, honey. Have harry asked you to go there, yet?" She asked me.

            I nod my head. Few students were looking at us.

            “in your dreams.” She replied.

            “he bloody did, petula”

            “oh really?”

            She made me angry. “hey petula, do you want to know something?” i raised my voice so everyone in this class could hear me, “harry is a good kisser.”

            It made petula’s face got red and whole class breath cathes followed by standing ovation from paris.

            
              I was on my way to my locker when someone hugged me.

            “rachel, may i have a sleepover in your house, please?” britney smiled. “so tomorrow we could dress-up together.”

            Come on britney, its an another way to say: “i want to see your brother and his friends.”

            But i just nod my head.

            We spent our night with polished each other nails. Do each other hair. And get some horoscopes. Thanks heaven niall’s not home. We cover our eyes with cucumbers and get some sleep at 11.

                                   

            It was dark here. But i smell something, roses. I open my eyes. The smell made my eyes tearing. I try to breath with my mouth as i tried to avoid the smell. I wore my prom dress, but it got cut by spines from the roses. I was on the rose garden. At the corner of my eye, i catched a glimpse of a dense dark brown hair and huge sky blue eyes, and her lips were smiling to me. Maddison.

            “maddy?” i called her. She was as beatiful as 10 years ago. I got closer to her. But....... she was bleeding. Every white roses around her turned to red. Fresh red. Fresh red blood.  She laughed and dissapeared. I almost unconscious when i feel a hand hold me. A similiar hand. I lean on his chest and i cried.

            “its okay.” Harry said. He free me from his hug and sudenly he knelt to the ground. Pulled out red roses, “would you marry me?” but then he turned to be petula, with poisonous apple on her hand, then i shout.

            Im still shouting now. But now im in my room. My breath catches as i open those stupid cucumber. Nightmare. I look to my left and its britney looking at me in worry. Thats when someone breaks in. Niall.

            “did you shout?” he asks. Which makes britney’s mouth opened.

            “nightmare,” i murmur, “about...... maddy.”

            Theres a different emotion in niall’s face, “oh. have a nice sleep” and he go back to his room.

            “who’s maddy?” britney asks, confused.

part5 xxx

            I blame myself. Why did i have to tell petula that im goin to prom with harry. He wont go there with me, if i didnt tell him any clue about my prom school. And of course, im stil 100% girl, so i cant just ask harry to be my prom duo. whoa mate, like this?:

            Me: “ehm, well harry...... theres a prom in my school. No one have asked to be their duo yet....... so errr, ehm, ive already told my enemy that i’m errrehm, goin with you. So,ehm, would you goin with me?”

            Hell no. Theres only one solution for this problem, niall.

            I go to his room. Knock the door is useless. He’s still in his dreamland, he’s definately not a morning person. So i lay beside him.

            “youre still my brother, dont you?”

            “hm”

            “youre still my helper, dont you?”

            “hm”

            “youre still my problem solver, dont you?”

            Finally, he’s awake.

            “what do you want?” he asks, emotionally.

            I smirk. “ i need a piece of your love for you sweetie pity sister because she needs your help.”

            “i dont care what your problem is and i dont want to know, now get your dirty feet off my room” and gets back to sleep.

            I crossed my finger, “niall, look, if you want to help me. We’ll go buy food.” I offer.

            Suddenly niall wakes up so fresh like it was his birthday or he just heard food. “well, well. Here i am. Where are your two wishes?”

            So i tell him everything. He didnt say any word but he hold himself to not laugh. I owe him for that. After 10 minutes, i finish.

            “i dont know what the problem is.” Say niall. “you just need to ask him.”

            “niall, im a girl.” I murmur.

            “oh, im sorry i forgot.” I roll my eyes.

            “and youre a boy” i manage a smile.

            “rachel...........” he says, “its not me who wanted to go to prom with him.”

            “help me.” I say, “and we get food” i cross my finger again.

            “okayokay, but i just tell him that theres a prom in your school okay?”

            I laugh and go to the door, i open it and turn myslef to him. “i lied about the food.” Then turn away again just to get myself face-to-face with harry.

            Im too surprised to say hello.

            “hey.” He says.

            “do not kissing in front of my room” he knew that i just dated harry? “by the way mate, theres a pr.....”

            “niall,” i cut him in time, “i’m gonna kill you.”

            “hm, niall. You better get ready, theres practice for a festival in sweden.” Harry says, “you wanna come?” he offers.

            “who? Me?” i say confusingly.

            “no, the button.” He points at my button.

            I laugh as niall ran and standing between us. “its a practice and you wanna bring your girlfriend?” he asks harry.

            Harry smiles to me. “im gonna bring her if only you agree that im your future brother in law.”

            Oh.my.god. its my time to get away.

           

            Paul points at me, confused. “who is that girl?”

            I take a step and shake his hand. “rachel.” I manage smile, “rachel horan”

            He looks at me brown eyes, and niall’s blue eyes. He looks at my dark brown hair and looks at niall’s blonde hair. “how came you two look so different?”

            I laugh. “i got my father’s eyes and hair, and he got my mother’s”

            It seems like paul understand it. “oh, okay i got it.”  He grabs a paper, “bytheway rachel, we need you here. Can you dance?”

            Dance? “depends.” I say.

            I do practice with them. Believe it or not? I practice tango. I sway, i lose my balance, i fall. I slip, i fall. It got harder when i have to practice with niall. When we jump, he jumped to high. He defied the gravity. Im not really dancing with louis, everytime i turn around, he laughed. So i started to laugh too. I get easy with zayn and liam. But liam was too serious while zayn get it easy. I couldnt do much better with harry.

            Its my time to practice with harry again. it seems like he dancing, just for fun. I hate him for it. Finally i cant stand it anymore.

            “dance,” i look his eyes deeply, “with your heart.” And i push him hard in his chest. He looks surprised, but later, he did it better when he dance with me.

            My feet starts to get hurt so i chat with zayn, liam, and louis. I laugh so hard when i feel a tap on my shoulder. And hands curl up on my neck. And a head placed on my head.

            “niall said that theres a prom in your school. And err... you can bring outside people. You wanna come with ehm, me?”

            Niall, you are my guardian angel.

part4.

            Tonight i do a movie-marathon. Monte carlo, its my 6th movie this night. Its almost over to by the way. now, grace-as-cordelia do herself introduce. Ive watched this three times but still, i cant help nothing but burst into tears. Its not drama queen’s crying but its more like nose goin red, eyes goin red. I throw away my 20th tissues when theyre coming. Theyre standing there lookin at me in worry.

            “monte carlo,” i finally say. But they still looked confused. “it such a tragic love story.”

            It looks like they finally understand. Liam takes a seat beside me and give me another tissue. “look, my dear” he mimics niall’s accent, which funny. “it seems just like yesterday when you cry because you lost your barbie.”

            Now its my time to look at him in worry. “you dont even know me when i was that ages.” I say, “by the way, i cry everytime i lost my barbie.”

            “its because i was hide it.” Niall says, “not because they wanted to play hide-n-seek with you.”

            “what about if you lost your harry?” harry stands in front of me.

            Omg. If i lost you? I’ll cry, because its mean a revenge for petula cartwright. I laugh then i get back to my poker-face, “i’d laugh, my harry.” Then i go to backyard.

            I sit on the swing. I dont really swing, thats too 9-year-old. Even if i wanted to do that so bad. I feel something places on my ear and i smell.....roses. then i throw them away from me hardly. I feel my breath catches and i look to my left.

            “i’m sorry harry, but i cant stand roses.” I apologize.

            “why?” he says mryly.

            “because,” and suddenly my eyes full with tears. Harry takes me closer and i lean on his chest. Its because red roses have same color like blood. Like madison’s blood..... it was 10 years ago. In cold winter day, almost christmas. And its already dark in my home, i pull my blanket to cover my head. Instead of cold air, i feel hot air filling my room. And i smell burned air. From fireplace? Maybe. So i get back to sleep. Thats when i felt a great shove on my back. It was niall.

            Real or not real? I was on fire. I jumped from my bed and search my parents. They were down stairs. I ran to my mother’s hugged as i heard a loud shout. Its maddy, my older sister, niall’s older sister. I felt hot air burned me, and i saw maddison, on fire. Burned down her flesh. Showed off her fresh blood..........

            I have to shake my head to remove this day-dreaming. i free myself from harry’s hug and tell him everyhting. “niall, never wanted to tell this to anyone. We’d never like to talk about this. This is too, hurt.”

            “you must’ve love her so much,” he says, “if there was another people that have your pure-love, they must be very lucky.” What does he mean? There must be a reason behind why he said that. “im sorry, you know, because of that rose.”

            I manage a smile for him. “its okay, harold. You didnt know” so we go inside.                        Just after we passed the door, harry turned his face to me and speak, “mm, well, rachel? Do you want to study for another exam?” he bites his lower lips, he gets sexier than before. “because i know a place to have a good dinner.”

            Date, you mean. The voice in my brain tells me. Well, actually i want to continue my movie marathon. But this offer is more interesting. “okay.” So i accept it. Then i go to my room and dial britney’s number.

            “i will have a date with harry styles.” I say even before she finished her hello this is mrs.bingley.

            “oh my god! Wear green, he likes green. He thinks its sexy.” And i end the phone because im too excited to get my green topwear. Its a green-striped-white croptop. My favorite one. Finally, im done with dressing up and go outside. Liam, harry, zayn, louis all leaving, well except my brother.

            “where do you go?” he asks warmly.

            Does he know that i have a date with his partner? I guess not. “britney’s house.”

            “with eyeshadow?” why does he has to be very serious.

            “it was all up to me, niall. I’ll be back at midnight”

            “i dont wanna get you home then.”

            “i dont...................”

            “hey you mate, hey miss.” Unfortunately harry comes, “ready?” he asks me.

            “whoa, wait a minute.” Niall standing between us, confused. “i dont get it. She just wanted to got to britney’s house. Why did you say ready?”

            At first harry looked as confused as niall, but then, “oh, we’re gonna have a dinner in britney’s”

            “dinner at britney’s?” niall asks.

            So i decide to follow harry’s game, “yeah, im ready harry. Lets go or we’ll be late for a dinner in britney’s house.”

            I am drunk. Not because alcohol. Not because of drugs. But because of love.

            What happened tonight, is too good to remember and too good to forget. So i just smile here looking at the sky in my room. And laugh myself. I remembered how our lips touch. How he hold my hand. How his curled his fingers aroung my neck, waist and played my hair. How he say i love you............

            Oh. no. Call 911. Im in love with harry styles.