Georgia Rose (One Direction)

Chapter 3

*HARRYS POV*

I just can't stop thinking about her.

She's been on my mind for the past 3 weeks now and I have no idea why. I know she's pissed that we wrote a song about her, but she should be flattered? We don't do that to just anyone.

I think all the boys like her a bit or at least just think she's attractive because they never stop talking about her or creeping her twitter. That kind of angers me, I saw her first.

When I think about Georgia, my possessive side seems to come out, I don't even know why though. It's not like she's my girlfriend, we haven't even a real conversation before. It was something about that kiss that makes me routinely think about her though. Sparks shot through my body as I felt my lips against hers. It's something I have never felt before with anyone else, the foreign feeling is odd but highly addictive.

She's gorgeous. Her long blonde hair compliments her grey eyes perfectly. Her full, pink lips and flushed cotton candy pink cheeks work well with her button nose, and the way her slim body moves to the rhythm of a song makes me realize how beautiful she really is.

She thinks all I want is to get in her pants though. Which I admit is what my intentions were at first, but not anymore...I want to really get to know the girl who calls herself Georgia Rose.

And I won't quit until I do.

*GEORGIAS POV*

After I read through every single tweet about me on twitter I've come understand the opinion people have about me.

Some people love the idea.

Some people say they can live with it.

Some people just straight up hate the idea.

I love the people that support us though, they're so cute. They've made fan accounts for us and they have even photoshopped pictures of me and each of the boys together. I don't like the fact they think I'm with one of them, but there's nothing I can do to stop it.

I wonder which one they truly think I'm dating though...there's an equal amount of theories for each guy except for Harry. Most of them are almost certain I'm with Harry when in reality, I'm trying to do the exact opposite.

I just want my normal life back where I got unnoticed by everyone else. I really don't think that'll happen though, after all this that has happened.

I decide to go for a walk to clear my head. I throw on some shorts and a tank top paired with a cardigan and some brown sandals, heading out the door.

Closing the front gate, I start walking down the small sidewalk when I hear a "click" from behind me. Confused, I turn around to see a scruffy middle-aged man standing there with a camera up to his face.

"Smile," he said as he took another picture.

"Why are you taking pictures of me?" I asked demanding a reply.

"Because you're gonna be in this months issue of London's best selling gossip magazine, that's why." He smirked.

"What! Why? I'm a nobody and that magazine is for celebrities. Why the hell are you taking pictures of me! I'm not being in one of your magazines!" I yelled. I know I was sort of throwing a tantrum but I am not being in one of those stupid ass magazines.

"Keep it up honey and you'll be on the front cover. I can just see the headlines now!" He looked up to the sky while imagining it all. "Harry Styles' picked a sassy one thats all I can say!" He laughed.