Recovery - harry styles

Chapter 3

“Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Chloe, Happy birthday to you!” the girls sang together. I blew out my candles and made a wish. I wished for change and for my life to turn around for the better. We ate the birthday cake and said our goodbyes. As I was walking out the door to go home, Karen stopped me on the front porch.

“Are you okay Chloe?” she said. “Yeah I’m fine.” I said. She looked at me concerned and said, “You have been acting a little distant ever since we left the amusement park, is everything alright?” I smiled and said, “I’m fine Karen, I promise.”

“Your dad will call okay, I know he will, he has to. It’s your birthday.” She said. “Okay Karen, goodnight.” I said as I stepped off the porch and started my walk home.

As I walked home I was thinking about a lot of things. Today had been very confusing. I heard my phone go off from my pocket.

*New Text Message*

“It was so nice to meet you today Chloe xxx – Harry”

I stared at my phone in confusion. Why is this happening to me? Why is a gorgeous, fit boy texting me? When I walked into my house I locked the door behind me. I saw a note on the refrigerator that read:

“Happy birthday Chloe, be back later. – Mom”

“How typical of my mother.” I thought I walked upstairs and slid my clothes off. I threw my dirty T-shirt in the laundry hamper and put on a pair of pink tights with a black tank top. I grabbed my laptop and checked my tumblr. I could not get this Harry guy out of my head. I decided to put an end to this prank and figure it out myself. I searched “One Direction”.  I heard my phone buzz once again.

*New Text Message*

“Goodnight Chloe xx –Harry”

I looked back up at the computer screen from my phone and saw the name  “Harry Styles” on the screen along with four other names I haven’t heard of before. I clicked on Harry’s name and opened the image. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped, along with my phone.