The Girl Next Door

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I nearly puked when I got up for school the next day. His food was actually that bad.

I got up from my bed, accidentally placing a look at the glass balcony door. Popstar was thrown down on his bed with his head where his legs were supposed to be. He was either sleeping or dead. I was cheering for the second option.

I put on a dark blue jumper and jeans, letting my light brown hair loose from the braid I slept in. It fell somewhat nicely over my back and shoulders. I grabbed my grey shoulder bag and ran downstairs.

"You look like you need a bucket." mom pointed at me with a spatula.

"Please." I begged. I grabbed an apple before putting on my leather jacket and running through the door. As much as I hated going out of the house without a proper breakfast -possibly involving Nutella-, if I don't leave now, there's a big possibility that Harry will take me to school. And I really, really do not need that now.

I put on my earphones and slowly walked to the Hell hole we call school. Just as I arrived around the corner, it started raining. I started running, my feet sloshing trough the puddles.

I stopped at the gates to find a third of the school looking my way.

Nothing unusual.

My phone started vibrating in my pocket. I took it out. The screen showed an unknown number.

"Hello?" my voice shaked.

"Hi, Carter." the voice on the other line was male.

"It would be nice to know who am I speaking to."

"Sorry. My name's Richard, I'm the head of 1D's management team."

"Ah, the control freak vultures."

"And you need me because..."

"Some people have started to doubt your and Harry's relationship. It would help a lot if you'd do just some little things that would make people believe that you two are actually together."

"And those things would be..."

"If anyone asks you whether you're dating always say yes. Put a photo of him as your background, 'What Makes You Beautiful' as your ringtone, take pictures together once in a while and put them on the Internet... You know, something everyone can see.

"Do you want fries with that too?" I thought, trying not to laugh.

The only Harry that will ever end up as my background has the last name Potter.

"I'll se what I can do."

"And that would be absolutely nothing from that list and forgetting this conversation ever happened."

"By-" I hung up. I saved the number in my contacts under the name 'Control Freak Vultures'. That should stop me from ever answering to them again.

A well-known voice started calling my name from the crowd of people looking at me like I'm pizza.

"Carter!!! Cart-" Chessie bumped into someone. "Sorry." she apologised, picking up her bag from the floor. "Carter!"

"I'm far from deaf, you know."

"Sorry."

"What's happening? People seem to hate me even more today."

"Well, the-"

"Hey, Carter, Chess." Haley, the other person in school who didn't hate me appeared out of nowhere, cutting Chessie off. "They're looking for you."