Broken Charms

Torn In Paris: Part One

 Hey, everyone! how are you? i've missed you all so bad. this is my first chapter of my sequel and i can't descride how excited i am. this is summer is going to be amazing. i'll try to upload at least twice a week. this story is going to be different from My Lucky Charm. i hope you like it. Prepare to be amazed! :) Anyway, i hope you like this chapter. please vote and comment to tell me what you think! see you in a few days! ;)

P.S this chapter is dedicated to my dearest Friend, Astrid. she is the amazing person who made the cover. :) she is a talented writer and her Fanfiction 'From Hated to Loved' is really inspiring. Check her out! :)

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.

C. S. Lewis 

---- Astrid----

We were in Paris and in love. We were so happy. Harry and I were together for over a month and I couldn’t have been happier about it. I was staring at the view from a window behind the highest seat of the arena they were doing a performance. The view was breathtaking. The Eiffel Tower seemed so beautiful. Paris is the city of lights, after all. Everyone was preparing for tonight’s show. It was going to be amazing. I looked down to the stage. The boys were at the stage, testing their microphones and jumping around like they always do at rehearsals, while my crew was dancing at the empty space below the arena. They were so good. They had learned the routines by heart and now they were just messing around, dancing and doing crazy moves and most of all they were laughing. For most of the dancers this was the first time they had ever been to Paris and they couldn’t wait for the show to end and go out to see the city. I couldn’t wait to go out with them. We had arranged to go to a club at the centre of the city to party all night. It was going to be like the old times at London, Alex had said and I believed him. I was really optimistic about it even though I couldn’t ignore the fact that Elena was going too.

She was not making my life a living hell only because Harry hadn’t let her but I felt that she was about to. She had that look in her eyes. When she was looking at me it sent shivers down my spine in a very bad way. She was going to do something to ruin my life but I didn’t know what and that scared me a lot. She was, of course, uncooperative. The first week of her coming here was a torment. She wasn’t fitting in like she was supposed to because nobody wanted to dance with her and I couldn’t blame them. She treated everybody like they were beneath her. Let alone the fact that she was always complaining about the routine and I had to change a few moves so that she could stop whining all the time. The changes confused everybody and especially the boys. It took them two months to learn the routines and now they were forced to learn it again while performing on stage. I thought it was safe to say that everybody hated her--not only the dancers and the boys but also the rest of the staff. She was always so demanding. She was getting on everyone’s nerves.

Surprisingly only one person wasn’t complaining with her being here.  John. He was the only person that tried to make peace with her and work around her demanding personality. I wasn’t surprised by that, unlike everyone else. I had predicted this might happen. John wasn’t always her biggest fan but since John and I weren’t exactly on speaking terms it was logical for him to start spending time with her. I tried to convince myself that it didn’t bother me, but it did. In some annoying way, those two being friends made me a little jealous. But there was nothing I could do about it. He had made his decision and I had done mine. I was that hurt . . . a little. I missed my best friend.  I sighed. He was going to come back to me. Sooner or later, I hoped.

I felt someone behind me and I froze. He tugged my hair away from my neck. I felt Harry’s breath warm at the skin of my neck seconds before his lips met my skin. He left butterfly kisses all way from my ear the base of my neck. I closed my eyes and surrendered to his touch. His hand came to my face to turn so that he could kiss my lips. I turned to face him and kissed him once more. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I liked that about us. We could stare at each other and smile without having to talk constantly.