Julie's POV
I woke up to a lot of shouting. I look over, and it's 5 in the morning. Great. I hop out if bed, and go in the living room, to see Taylor, and Nick. Nick is one of Taylor's 'friends'.
"What the hell. It's 5 in the morning and I have work tomorrow." I whisper shouted.
"Sorry. We'll keep it down." Nick muttered.
"Nick, go home." He just shrugged and left. "What happened this time?"
"I tried to break things off, and it didn't go well"
"So, he's gone?" I said in a little to happy tone.
"Yeah"
"Good. Now I'm going to sleep" with that said I went into my room, and turned on the radio. Ugh. This song is so annoying, I would shoot the people in the face. What's the name. Umm. It's... One Direction? Yeah. The people I shall shoot in the face is One Direction. Added to buck-it list
"That was One Direction in the number one spot tonight" the radio said. Wow, number one? But that song. Crazy, crazy, crazy, something about the sun. I would die if I sung that song.
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I woke up to the most scariest nightmare I have ever dreamed. I don't even remember it, just that there was a lot of screaming. Okay, so maybe I lied last night. I don't have to work. So, I should just go out for the day? Yeah, sounds fun. I make myself presentable and left.. Where to go? Food sounds really good right now. I walk into Starbucks, and order a hot chocolate and a bagel. I waited for what felt like hours until I heard my name called. I paid for my food and drink, the sat back down in a small booth. I took little bites and small sips, since I had nothing better to do. I decide to text Austin.
To: Austin(=
Hey, wanna hang out today..?
I kept sipping until my phone went off.
From: Austin(=
I have to work in a bit :(
To: Austin(=
Oh, okay. Maybe another time then..?
I kept sipping, watching people come in and leave the shop.
"Oh my god! It's Harry Styles!" A teen aged girl shouted. Damn. Shut the hell up. There was a lot screaming from outside. This dude is giving me a headache, from all these girls, and a few guys.
"Shut the hell up" I muttered to myself.
"Tell me about it." A deep, British voice spoke from the booth behind me. I nodded, forgetting the person couldn't see me. The next thing I knew, he was standing beside me. "May I sit?" I nodded, and he sat down across from me.
"You're not a stalker. Are you?" He chuckled and shook his head.
"I'm Harry" he stuck his hand out.
"You."
"Me."
"Those fucking girls are out there cause of you. You're giving a damn headache."
"Oh yeah. Sorry about that. They're just kinda there."
"They should just kinda leave" I muttered, but he couldn't hear me. "Why do they follow you?" He almost choked on the coffee.
"Do you know who I am?!" I shook my head. "You've never heard of me? Like at all?"
"Should I have?"
