New redone Chapter 1

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New Redone Chapter One

Katherina’s P.O.V.

I remember when I first met the curly-haired green-eyed crazy, idiotic, sweet, sensitive boy I call my boyfriend.  The memory will always be in my mind as the day I met the amazing Harry Styles.  We met before he went on the X-Factor and became known as “the flirty” Harry Styles from One Direction, the world famous British-Irish boy band.  The thought of even meeting One Direction is enough to make most girls scream, cry, faint, fangirl and more.  I’m the lucky small-town girl who was fortunate enough to be dating one of the members, be best friends with the girlfriends and best friends with the rest of the band members.  I love being his girlfriend, but I hate all the hate I get and the image the paparazzi created for the band.  Harry is definitely not a man whore like they make him out to be.  He doesn’t flirt with ever girl he sees wither.  When we go out, he only has eyes for me.  When we met he barely flirted with me at all, which is one of the reasons why I hate the things the paparazzi say he does.  Most of the things he supposedly does are lies.  I don’t even know where they get most of them.  When Harry was “dating” Caroline Flack we were together visiting his family during one of his breaks.  So anyway, back to the story.

 I met Harry Styles two years ago.  It was at the bakery in Holmes Chapel where he worked before the X-Factor.  My mum was making dinner and decided at the last minute that she wanted some bread, so she sent me to get some bread for dinner.

It was nice out – warm and sunny – so earlier I had put on a light blue flowy halter-top dress with a brown belt.  The dress was light blue and had flowers on the bottom part.  I looked fine, so I put on some matching sandals and grabbed my phone and wallet before heading to the front door. 

 “Bye mum!” I yelled.

 “Bye Katherina, please hurry.  I don’t want to wait forever.”

 “If you want it fast then you should have gone to get it yourself instead of sending me!”

 “Okay, fine, just be back in thirty minutes or less.  You know what kind of bread I want.”

 “The same as always?”

“Yes.”

 “Can I bring back something for desert?”

 “Well we have some chocolate and vanilla ice cream, but I guess you can get something.  Just not too much choc-“

 “YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MUCH CHOCOLATE!  Bye mum!”  I yelled while running out the door before she could even finish her sentence.

Instead of driving and using up some of the gas I would have to help pay for, I decided to walk to the bakery.  It wasn’t a very long walk – only about 8 minutes, now you’re probably thinking she needs that much time at the store and it’s because I love talking to everyone at the bakery, I’m a social butterfly and I’m not the fastest person ever.  I love playing volleyball and made the high school team my first year of high school, but that’s about as sporty as I get.  I exercise a lot; I just don’t really like it.  Once I reached my destination, I quickly went inside to get my groceries.

 When I walked in I saw Edith behind the counter and Betty in the back.  It looked like there might be someone with her, but I couldn’t be sure.

 “Hi Edith!” I said before giving her a hug.  “How are you?”

“I’m doing just fine.  What brings you by today?”

 “I need to get the usual, and mum said I could get desert.”

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