I started fiddling with my nails and pulling at the hangnails. This was always something I used to do when I was little, about eight or nine years old, usually when I was shy or didn't want to talk. Looking at my finger nails was what made the newspaper laying on the table catch my attention.
"What's this?" I asked, frowning at the newspaper and going to pick it up.
I wasn't really asking what it was. Obviously, it was a newspaper. Even a completely dumb person would know what a newspaper was, surely, especially at my age. What I meant was that there was a picture on there which looked a lot similar to me and there was no doubt about it, Harry had made front page news again.
Niall moved the paper away from me. "Err; I don't really think you should..."
I held my hand out. "Give me the paper." I said rolling my eyes.
"Yeah, but you might be offended." he tried desperately to persuade me.
"Offended over what? A picture of my boyfriend or myself in the newspaper? I might have only just been in a car crash but I'm not that vulnerable. Just give it here!" I insisted.
"Fine, but don't blame me if you go off in a strop or do something regrettable." he shrugged. I was fed up of being treated like a kid. A strop?! He expected me to kick off like a six year old?! I could do worse than that!
It reminded me of the time when I was about nine and my mum and dad were teasing me, complaining about the fact there was one pea left on my plate at dinner and they told me I couldn't have pudding if I didn't eat it. That was a perfect example of a time when I had a temper tantrum but now, no. I could hold my anger in now.
To a certain point anyway...
Niall handed me the paper and I took it and smoothed the page out. There was an article and a picture of me and Harry kissing on a beach that I had never seen before. This was obviously from before the car crash. I had my arms around his neck and he had his arms around my waist. There was another picture that caught my eye aswell. It was a photograph of Harry smiling down at me and showing all his teeth and I'm looking up at him. We both have a look of love in our eyes. It makes me feel so bad because I know that I used to love him, probably more than any other boyfriend I'd ever had. But that was then and this is now. I sometimes wonder that if there was never a car crash then maybe Harry and I would still be together now. Or maybe even if there was still a car crash but I hadn't lost my memory...... Yes, I would have stayed with him if there was a car crash and I'd remembered him.
Here is what the article said:
Well to all the fans of One Direction's heart throb Harry Styles, I suppose I bring you good news on this cold morning! It seems that Harry Styles, one of five of the worlds biggest boy band One Direction, and his girlfriend, Scarlet Edwards, are slowly drifting away from each other. After the car crash on the 22nd of April Scarlet came around and doctors confirmed that she had lost approximately a year of her memory, forgetting her gorgeous boyfriend! But my question is who could forget a loving relationship with Harry Styles? If she has lost her memory and really loved him then there must be something to cling onto, something to grab hold of and retrieve their relationship, don't you agree?
Don't believe me? Just take a look at the photos below taken of them from then and now. Our body language reader explains more.....
I skipped that but and continued onto her next taunting paragraph....
If you ask me, I think it is just plain selfish the way that Scarlet is treating poor Harry. A source close to the couple tells us that Harry is trying his best to keep the relationship with her but all she is doing is chucking it back in his face by being moody, ignoring him and constantly blaming him for the terrible car crash that occurred when they were on a night out back in April last month. Can this girl not learn to forgive and forget? It is boring me the way she is doing this now and it shows that maybe this car crash has revealed her true colours after all. For one thing, I used to think that she was a sweet, loving, caring girl who was deeply in love with the very buff Harry. However, now all that I see is a selfish, uncaring, bitter, moody girl who is very self centred and only sees to her own needs. Is this really the girl that Harry fell so deeply in love with? In fact, it doesn't just bore me, it enrages me! There are so many other girls out there that a handsome, charming young man like Harry could get his hands on but instead, he is choosing to spend his time trying to pick up the pieces of a stupid, worthless relationship. This is ridiculous!
Personally, I don't think she even deserves to be close to Harry, let alone be his girlfriend. Send in your reports, reviews and thoughts. I hope I am not the only one who has seen through this spiteful girl's pretty face.
By Caroline Jones Number: 07791244877
Tears pricked in my eyes as I read the last paragraph of this horrible report. It wasn't my fault that I couldn't love Harry anymore. I had tried and failed at my attempts. It wasn't that I didn't want to. Harry seemed like a lovely guy and seemed very loveable but he just wasn't for me. This woman was a scheming cow! She didn't even know the half of it! I know many other girls, millions of girls, would if done anything to be in the position I was then and to be the girlfriend of Harry Styles but I honestly don't know why I didn't want to be with him. My mind was telling me to, for his sake. But my heart was searching for something much differential to him and it was really making me pissed!
Niall sat there not knowing what to do as different emotions crossed my face: Hurt, betrayal, sad, angry, furious, vengeance, evil, moody, realisation, loneliness.... Back and forth all changing by the second. That was why I went to see Niall that day. I wanted to talk with him and ask him for advice. But instead, I had something else to do first...
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Past Or Present? (A Niall Horan and Harry Styles Fan Fiction) (*ON HOLD*)
Fanfiction'I awoke to the annoying sound of beeping, getting louder and louder every time I refocused more. Where was I? What was I doing here?' When Scarlet Edwards loses approximately a year of her memory due to a drunken car crash everything changes, even...