Unwanted (Harry Styles Love Story)

Interviews and mistakes.

Clares P.O.V.

I am currently sitting at home in my minnie mouse onesie, feeling sorry for myself and watching tv.

was last night real life? did I really win all of those awards? i'm so thankful for all my readers, they are amazing! I get to enjoy life and do all of the things I do because of them.

Did I really bump into Harry again? wait scratch that did he really bump into me?

Last night was a horrible, horrible mess. I wasn't cool and collected like I had envisioned all those times i day dreamed about seeing Harry again and rubbing my success in his face.

Shame city.

my thoughts were interrupted when the anouncer on the tv program I was watching suddenly introduced One Direction. seriously?!? could I not even escape them in my own home.

I still turned the tv up to watch them of course...

Harry's P.O.V.

As i walked out on stage waving and grinning like a mad man all i could think about was Clare.

How she had looked amazing last night, how funny she was and how maddening it was to see that guy drooling all over her and 'whisking her away for interviews' yeah right probably whisking her away to their private hotel room....UGH just stop thinking Harry.

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The interview was coming to a close, we had been asked the same old boring questions so far... 'are you single?' "what kind of girl are you looking for?' etc..

the the interviewer shocked me out of my reverie...

"So Harry you were seen talking to Clare Collins last night at the after party for the world writers association awards."

"Yeah she is really lovely...great book!" I replied uneasily, not really sure where this was going as Clare and I's relationship had never gone public.

"So you only just met her last night then?" the interviewer asked, and judging by her curiosity she was genuine, she didn't know anything.

I could get away with denying I knew her and just say that I was simply congratulating her, but for some reason I wanted the world to know I knew Clare personally...

Clare's P.O.V.

I did not expect my name to come up in this interview! I sat waiting for Harry to say he was just congratulating me and had indeed only met me last night. After all he was embarrassed to know me thats why we broke up in the first place.

"No actually, I've known Clare since she moved out here four years ago. We're good friends."

My jaw dropped. WHAT THE HELL?

so now he decides to acknowledge me publicly?! I must be good enough now that people actually know who I am.

"Oh really?" the interview lady sounded intrigued. "How did you two meet? and how close are the two of you?" she spat out excitedly as she persued the line of questioning, never having expected to get so much new information.

"Oh umm, we met at a book signing. It was totally random actually. but you know we became friends in line and that was that. I would say we are pretty close, she's one of the few people that knew us before all this madness started."

he conveniently left out the part that we were friends for all of 6 months and dated for two before he completely trashed my life and we never spoke again. PFFTT close, what a lie! he knows nothing about me at all and now the world thinks we are bossom buddies.

If he were sitting right here i would wring his neck.... okay calm down clare...deep breaths.

Harry's P.O.V.

I don't know why i said that. Clare and I weren't close...far from it. Even though we dated for 2 months and had known each other for 6 months previous to that, i had never known her, not really. She never shared anything too personal, and we only spoke about things that were superficial, like what had happened that day, something funny we'd seen or heard. Or we would talk about things like favourite colours, where we were from. I'd told her about my family and home life, and somehow we'd never got around to speaking about hers.

One thing I did know for absolute certain though, was that Clare was one of the biggest Harry Potter nerds I knew, she was obsessed, you could ask her any question and she would immediately know the answer, and she had the most adorable look of excitement and wonder on her face whenever the topic was brought up. She was constantly re-reading them and finding new little nuggets of information and then she would babble on for hours on end about how amazing JK Rowling was, and thats why she wanted to be a writer, to inspire others as Rowling had inspired her.

I had zoned out, Niall discreetly pinched my leg and whispered that the interviewer had asked if we hung out regularly.

"Not really these days, we are both so busy all the time. It's hard to make time with such conflicting schedules." I threw in a sad face and the crowd "awww'd". I smirked to myself, thinking of Clares excuse the night before.

"Well considering she hardly ever sits down for an interview, can you tell us something about Clare that  the world doesn't yet know?" the interviewer smiled, obviously trying to be charming but coming across as a creepier version of the cheshire cat.

"Ummm... I guess I can tell you that." I said more to myself than to the lady. "Yeah, I can tell you that she is obsessed with Harry Potter! She can literally quote Harry Potter in any situation." I smiled remembering...

Clares P.O.V.

WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!

not only has Harry admitted on live international television that he knows me; something he would NEVER have done in the past because I was just 'so embarrassing' and 'unpublished' but he had managed to remember my Harry Potter obsession.

Well i guess that last part isnt so shocking, i mean i can be rather obnoxious with my obsession and constant quotes.

but WHHHHHAAAAAAAAAATTTTT

I felt a small tug of my heartstrings as Harry's face pulled into a massive heartbreaking grin that took over half of his face, his eyes twinkling in delight.

why did he look so darn delighted? Maybe it's because he is a huge Harry Potter fan and is now thinking about hogwarts. Yeah that's gotta be it ...

I sat there stunned for what felt like hours, the one direction boys had long vacated my television screen. I had been thinking about the what if's. What if Harry and I had never broken up? What if he still fancied me? What if he never fancied me?! What if we could just be friends...

I needed to snap out of it. I poured myself a glass of wine that Chris had left at my house and downed it as quick as I could, I poured myself another one and knocked that back too. Before remembering that I was midly allergic to wine...

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So i am really drunk... I mean REALLY REALLY drunk. At least i wasnt sneezing!

what is a drunk girl to do.... I know! INSTAGRAM!

Since I had been dreaming about Harry Styles and that time we kissed, WHICH IS WRONG CLARE, i decided to post a HP Quote "it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."

But that wasn't enough I had to post another quote. Sort of an analogy this time. "He knew he was being stupid, knew that the nimbus was beyond repair, but Harry couldn't help it; he felt as though he'd lost one of his best friends."

I smiled to myself HAH take that!