Isn't she lovely? (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 8 - Creepy moments.

Harry’s POV

I wake up by the vibration of my mobile phone. Who’s texting me so early? I want to sleep, I just want to sleep. I turn around putting my pillow over my head. I’ve never been a morning-type. I always prefer to sleep till at least 11 or 12am. Waking up earlier is always messing my day up. Always. The worst thing is, when I am waken up by my mum doing the hoovering. This always puts me in a bad mood. I pull myself together and gasp for my phone, my eyes still closed. Trying to open my eyes I unlock my phone:

From Claire:

“Today, 6pm. At my place! Don’t be late ;) Claire xx”

What does she want? I put the cell phone aside and rub my eyes. Gosh, I’m so tired. I wasn’t able to sleep the whole night because of all the thoughts in my head….about Grace. I stand up stretching myself when I suddenly realize. No! She’s talking about our appointment in the drive-in cinema. Gosh! I’m not exactly enamoured with the idea of spending time with Claire when the only thing I want to do is spend time with Grace and clarify things with her. This is definitely ten times worse than being waken up by the vacuum cleaner.

tssss tssss tssss.

I got your message, Claire! No need to tell me thousand times about our appointment! I check my phone realising that the message isn’t from Claire.

From Grace:

“Harry? Sorry for my runaway yesterday. Have u got time to talk this evening? Grace .xx”

What? I am the one to apologize! I type the words as fast as I can into my phone. I hope she’s not angry about the thing that almost happened yesterday.

To Grace:

“Sure, about 8 o’clock at my place? Harry .xx”

From Grace:

“Okey-dokey! See u later .xx”

A big grin appears on my face. I really hope we can clarify things.

Claire’s POV

Today is the day I’ll reunite with Harry again.

Today is the day we’ll acknowledge that we never stopped loving each other.

Today is the day he’ll rediscover his feelings for me.

We’ll touch.

We’ll cuddle.

We’ll kiss.

It’ll be perfect.

Ring

I open the door a good-looking Harry standing in front of me. I can’t explain how hot he looks.

His dark brown curls are messy as always. His big green eyes are reflecting the light as if they are a mirror. His soft red lips forming a cheeky smirk. His body looks sexy as always. And his hands, his big, I mean, very big hands are just adorable.

“Hi Harry! Let’s go. The film is starting in 20 minutes” I smile…a lot. We go to the car, get in and I start the motor. Except a quiet “Hi” he hasn’t said anything. But I don’t care. I can understand him. I’m also nervous I mean, today is our day, the day of our get-together. He isn’t the kind of macho. He’s more a shy one. He doesn’t dare to flirt with every single girl, he’s special.

To date a 18 year old super admired girl can make a 16 years old boy nervous. Two years ago I had to do the school year again, because I got on badly in school. It has its advantages to do a school year again. I’m the only one who is allowed to drive the car, I’m the only one who’s allowed to drink legal. I’m the only one! I’m special. Everyone wants to be 18. Everyone wants to be like me…they idolize me. It’s me….Claire Heather!