Starting over

Chapter 3

Chloe's POV

"My granddaughter will be so pleased to hear I got a signature from the one and only One Direction!" The receptionist squealed as the five boys I had just lead into the big white building signed her notepad for her grand kids.

I sigh as I stand there looking at the billboard in the main office area. No new flyers today.

"Oh and Chloe! Very good job helping these young gentlemen out. That will earn you extra outdoor time tomorrow, lets say two hours?" She says to be with a perky accent while I scowl at the ground.

I didn't help them. I just told them to go through the double doors and I had to go as well so they just followed me.

"Thanks.." I whisper and Carol cheers while spinning me around and putting a gentle hand on my shoulder linking her arm around the other.

"Did you even introduce yourself? I'm so sorry boys, this is Chloe. Say hello dear." I glare at my shoes and slowly look up at them blankly.

"Hi." I say simply and they all echo my words. Out of the corner of my eye I'm watching that one. The one with the puffy curls and grass green eyes.

He was the tallest after all, which I found fascinating. I mean it's not that I liked him or anything, apparently they were all world famous or something.

"It's nice to meet ya. I'm Louis, that's Liam, Zayn, Niall and.." The Louis guy pauses while standing on his tip toes to be the same height with curly.

My heart pumps as he smiles at Louis and Louis looks back at me smiling slightly "And that's Harry."

Harry waves at me and mouths a hi and winks.

My eyes grow large and I look down quickly at my sleeves as I try to tuck my hands in as much as possible.

I probably looked like an idiot right about now, just standing here looking at my shoes.

"I'll let you use the phone to call for whoever you need to come get you. And then maybe you can also call a tow truck." Carol says as she leads four of the five boys into the back near the telephone with the lollipops jar next to it.

I never liked those lollipops. There all sugar free and full of calcium or something stupid like that. I sigh and then my eyes trail up the long figure standing in front of me. He smiles when I reach his face and my cheeks start to heat up as he winks playfully.

Suddenly a nurse comes speeding up, pushing past Harry as he apologizes which she whisks away with the flick of her hand, and grabs hold of my arm.

"Time to go back to the room,

Miss. Summers. Say goodbye to your friend." She says and I wave goodbye to the boy I probably will never see again.

His eyes stay on me for a millisecond before he's racing after us down the hall. What's he doing-

"Wait! Can't I come and talk to her in her room, please? It will only be for a little. Chloe and I are very good friends." Harry says abruptly and the nurse and I both look at him a little baffled.

I think I was more shocked then anyone else right now.

The nurse thinks this over and sighs "Alright. But Chloe has a 2:00 appointment with her therapist so make it quick." She says and walks away.

Harry and I make eye contact and just stand there in silence as the sounds of talking and air conditioning muffles around us.

Harry gives me a half smile while I look at him confused.

"I don't think we've really been introduced." He says while walking towards me with big kind strides. I want to dash to my room and lock the door and sob from all these butterflies in my stomach but my feet won't move a muscle.

I'm almost in a trance.

He sticks his hand out for me to shake and I just stare down at it. I'm debating wether I should just ask him to go away or actually shake it and see what happens.

My hand lands in his without thinking and we shake momentarily while Harry searches my face for something I'm not aware of.

I look at him expectantly while he smiles cheekily "I'm Harry. Not Harry Styles. Just Harry." I smile shyly and take my hand out limply.

"What's that mean?" I ask him quietly. He smiles warmly and takes his beanie off while swiping his curls to the side.

"I'm not the famous Harry styles I mean, I'm Harry. Just Harry." He states and I nod understanding. Sorta. "I'm Chloe. Not Chloe Summers. Just Chloe." I fill in the spots like a

Mad lips, but this time saying my own name.

"Why not Chloe Summers?" Harry asks me as we begin to walk down the hall to my room.

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214B..

Almost there. "Because that Chloe Summers is the Chloe Summers that isn't around anymore. So now I'm just Chloe."

215B!

We come to a stand still in front of my door to my room. The room that I hate so much. I don't really meet his eyes as he stares at me curiously.

"This it?" He asks me while poking the door and jiggling the handle until it creaks open.

It's dark and gloomy inside, the bright white walls looking like a not yet colored page in a coloring book.

"Yeah." I whisper and we head inside.