Summer Love

Chapter 15

{a/n: hey guys! ok so i havent mentioned this and i am now. i usally write in Pages (its an app) and edit there as well. i just copy and paste the chapter and post it here. its taking up a lot of capacity so im going to start writing from the wattpad app from now on. the format will be a little different than before because this time im going to space it out and such. other than that, nothing will change in my writing. okok hope you enjoy this chappie! haha i said chappie lol im so lame}

I, of course, still remember the day Dad told me about the car accident Mom and Justin were

in. I, sadly, still remember how I felt. I sometimes wish I don't remember how I felt that day

because the pain was unbelievable. It wasn't like having period cramps, a massive headache,

getting food-poisoned, accidentally touching something burning hot, or slipping and falling on ice

while ice-skating. The pain I felt was so much worse than those combined. The pain I felt was

different because nobody will ever have a cure for having a broken heart or being hurt or

depressed. It felt like hell to know that two of my loved ones that loved and took care of me were

gone and never coming hack. It felt like the end of the world because I had nobody that loved me

and I had nobody I knew who would take care of me. Dad didn't love me; he didn't love his own

wife or son either. If he really did love us, he would've showed it. I knew he wouldn't take good

care of me either because he was, and still is, always working. Before, I thought I would never

have somebody who will love me for who I am. I truly believed that I was ugly and that I would

never be 'good enough'. Even though Lara loved me, as a friend, of course, and told me I was

pretty and wasn't worthless, it still wasn't the same. I guess you could say that I was waiting for

my prince charming to come.

My prince charming did come. And I met him yesterday. My prince charming had curly brown

hair, magical green eyes, adorable dimples, a perfect smile... I adored everything about him.

Especially his personality and the fact that he was the only person who washed away my doubts

and insecurities. It had only been about 36 hours since I met him and during those 36 hours, I

didn't realize that I was slowly falling for him. I was slowly falling for the guy who was in a band

that I hated so much. When I completely fell for him, every word he said made my heart leep.

Every touch from him felt like fireworks. And every hug and kiss from him felt like infinity. I also

realized that I wanted him. I needed him in my life. The best part was, I knew he wanted and

needed me, too.

When Harry said that management wanted him to stay single, the pain I felt the day the car

accident happened stroke again. Was I really madly, truly, deeply in love with Harry Styles or was

I just too weak and vulnerable? I remember I asked him if management controlled his life and he

said not completely. I asked him if he has to listen to what they say or want him to do and he said