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Chapter 1

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"Ouch! Damn it." I furiously hiss as blood slowly starts to drip from my finger. Clumsy me. Only I could hurt myself trying to unlock the door to my house. As soon as I get inside, I get a band aid and carefully wrap it around my pinkie finger.

I set my keys down on the table in the kitchen on my way in along with my purse, grab a packet of potato crisps and some apple juice, and settle down to watch a bit of television after what seems like the longest day ever.

I work with Seventeen Magazine with getting 'exclusive interviews with the latest and hottest stars' and getting pictures and shit. I'm not complaining. It pays good money and there's never a dull moment. Not to mention I've been able to meet some of my favourite celebrities such as Amandla Steinberg who played Rue in 'The Hunger Games', Cher Lloyd, and even 'The Plain White T's.'

I turn on my TV and channel surf for a little bit, deciding on watching E!News. There's the latest celebrity gossip like Kim Khardashian is pregnant. Good for her. Halle Berry going over a nasty divorce. Love her, but sucks to be her right now. I know what it does to your kids to have to go through a divorce.

"Next up, is One Direction's Harry Styles dating-" I turn off the TV as the announcer says that. I don't want to hear what dumbass shit she has to say about the one and only Harry Styles. Trust me, I have a reason for my bitterness unlike half of the other idiots in the world who've never met him or know him.

Harry and I used to know each other. Hell, we were best friends. We used to go to school together and had been best friends since we were in our mother's stomachs. You see, our mothers were, and still are, best friends. Harry and I aren't even a month apart. My birthday is January 21, and his is February 1. That's exactly eleven days.

Harry and I had a very special relationship. It was closer than the best of friends, closer than the closest brother and sister. We could tell each other anything, trust each other with our deepest, darkest secrets, and know that the other wouldn't judge and take it to the grave. We could cry in front of each other and not be ashamed. We could hug each other in public, not caring what anyone else said because we loved each other.

*Flashback*

"So, do you think I should ask her out?" Harry asked me nervously as he bit his lip. I was over at his house, we'd decked out his living room with blankets and pillows and a mini tent that could just fit our bodies inside. It was pouring rain outside and lightning flashed, thunder roared, and it was pitch black dark. I didn't( and still don't) like the dark, and Harry knew it. He put out night lights and we had flashlights.

"Yes! You guys are obviously crazy about each other." I answer. Just then, his mum came in to check on us. We quickly turned our flashlights off until she left. Then, we burst out laughing, but quietly.

"Okay, I'll do it. But you have to promise not to tell anyone." he saidandIlaughed.

"Who would I tell?" I asked him and he smiled that perfect smile, glowing, adorableand cheeky at me, his dimples showing.

"Pinkie promise?"

"Pinkie promise." I promised. He wrapped his pinkie around mine and we spend the rest of the night telling each other secrets we wouldn't tell anyone else in a million years.

*Flashback Over*

I snap out of my trance and mentally scold myself. I've been doing this way too much over the past few months. I let go of any and every thought and memory of the curly haired, green eyed, Cheshire boy. Or, I atleast I though I did. Maybe it's just that he's been everywhere since his boy group, One Direction has become massively popular. Everywhere. And I'm not over exaggerating when I mean everywhere.

Yeah, that's it.

I don't want to watch TV anymore and I'm still hungry. But I don't want food food. I want something sweet. I search in my icebox and make a mental note to go grocery shopping later. I'm running low on supplies and you don't want to see me hungry. I finally find what I'm looking for, huge tub of Blue Bells Vanilla Bean ice cream, and go upstairs to my room, peel off my clothes and change into my British flag onesie that my mum got me for Christmas.

I finish eating the entire tub while watching the America's Next Top Model marathon and then I'm dead tired. I'm about to go to sleep when I get a text from my boss.

From: Carol: Remember, One Direction interview tomorrow! (:

I'm confused, why the hell would I care about One Direction coming tomorrow? I knew this would be coming sometime soon, and the fans have been bugging us about having them in our magazine for the longest time. It got annoying and we finally gave in. In fact, I had made a mental note to try to stay away from the photo shoot and interview as much as I could tomorrow. I was even thinking about feigning being sick. That's how bad I DIDN'T want to see those five singing idiots.

Okay, that's not fair. I can't judge the rest of One Direction because I don't know them. Okay, one singing idiot then. And his name definitely wasn't Niall, Zayn, Liam or Louis.

To: Carol: Won't be able to make it tomorrow. I'm sick. Wasn't Joe gonna do the interview?

From: Carol: Allison, don't lie to me. I know you're lying. You're a terrible liar. Joe is actually sick. I checked on him yesterday and he's in the hospital. This is one of the biggest interviews, so if you are sick, you better shove some Advil down your throat and get your fat ass over here tomorrow!

I sigh. Carol's actually a very nice person. Sometimes. As long as she isn't working, she's quite the party animal. But, she just got a huge promotion, so it's her job to make sure everything goes over smoothly.

To: Carol: Okay, I'll be there.

From: Carol: You better be.

I don't have time to worry about what I'm going to do when I'll finally have to meet my friend turned enemy tomorrow. I thought I'd never have to see his face again. I'm not gonna lie, I've missed him. The old him, not this new, womanizer of a Harry, although he's always been popular with girls.

I curl up under my blanket and as soon as my head hit's the pillow, I fall asleep.

A/N

So, this is just the beginning and its totally different from any other fanfiction i've ever written. ITS MINE AND IF U COPY IT IT WILL BE DELETED SO BE WARNED! My birthday was yesterday!!! Yaaaayyyy!!! Plz keep reading, i swear it gets better. Vote, comment i love hearing what u have to say!!!! Tanks!!!! (Yea thats right, tanks not thanks! Lol love u guys:)