60 Days

Chapter One ~ Leave Me Be, Popstar. ~

Warning: This book is actually... located in Australia. So, if you see slang and words you don'tunderstand, I'll have vocab at the end (: AND! I changed Abby's name to Clary for....... reasons ;) If you've read or seen TMI (Acronim) you'll get why Abby's name is now Clary Fray. Clary is short for Clarissa, btw ;)

You may now read my not-so-fabulous chapter one (: 

~Jenny

Chapter One

Leave Me Be, Popstar

 *NOT EDITED*

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Clary Fray's POV

I walked down the school hall, my shoes scuffing on the tiles. I was planning my two month holiday my university has every year.

"So, Clary, what're you doing for the next two months?" my best friend, Ali, asked.

"Uhm, I'm not sure. I'll see what happens." I grinned. Ali shrugged and ran after me. I came up to my car and slid in. I turned the key in the ignition, hearing the roar of the engine.

The short drive to the house Ali and I shared with a bunch of other girls was only 20 minutes by car. I drove up our driveway and was greeted by one of my best friends, Lillian Quae. 

"Where's you're bag?" Lillian asked me as I walked up to the porch.

"School." I mumbled. "SCARLET! I'M HUNGRY! GIMME SOME FOOD!" I yelled out when we walkeed into the house.

"GET IT YA SELF YA PEASANT" was screamed out.

"WELL THEN. FINE! I DON'T NEED YOU, PEASANT" I shrieked. Lillian smirked. "What?" I drawled.

"I have a surprise for you, Clary." Lillian mused, wlking up the stairs.

"What is it?" I said, slowly.

"You'll see." she smirked. Uh-oh.

Louis Tomlinson's POV

*3 hours later*

I walked into the club, music was booming, people were grinding and dancing, people were drinking. Just the way I liked it. A girl was sitting alone at the bar. She had brown hair down to her mid-back. Her dress was flow-y. It hugged her in all the right places. She turned, her gaze landed on me and she smiled. 

I walked over to her, she waved. She didn't look comfortable here. She looked awkward, but in a cute way, of course. 

"Hi, I'm Clary." she smiled, she had an Australian accent. I'm not surprised. We are in Australia.

 "Louis, Louis Tomlinson" I said extending my hand for her to shake. She did. "Hey. You look kinda out of place, Clary."

"Yeah," she drawled out the word. "My friends made me come here."

"That sucks, doesn't it?" I sighed. "Being forced to a club, I mean." I said

"Yup." Clary popped her 'p'. Something about Clary was so endearing, I really wanted her.

"LOUIS! C'mon! We're leaving!" Harry yelled. When I didn't respond, Harry stalked over to me. 

"Louis. We've gotta go." Harry hissed. He glanced at Clary, smirking. "New girl? You've gotta stop this."

"Harry," I hissed. "Stop that, right now." I warned.

" 'New girl'? Whar's that supposed to mean?" Clary asked, furrowing her eyebrows tightly.

"Uhm-" Harry never got to finish his sentence. I threw a card on the table for her.

"It has all our numbers on it!" I called.

Clary's POV

"Ali! Scar! Lilly! I'm leaving!" I yelled, over the cacophony . A chorus of 'Okay's echoed around.

Walking out of the club, I could see many cars. And a few limos. I saw Louis and Harry getting into a limo. Louis winked at me, I knew him from somewhere, and I just couldn’t place where I had seen him. 

Walking along the road, I saw people staring at Louis and Harry.

“Why are they staring?” I mouthed. Harry got out of the car, walked over to me, and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me into the limo and shut the door. “What are you doing?!” I shrieked.

“Taking you to mine and Louis’ house. Duh,” Harry snorted.

“Why?” 

“Coz I’m using you to stop Louis being a man-whore. I’ll you about that later,” Harry chirped.

“Well then,” I mumbled, incoherently. “STOP THIS LIMO RIGHT NOW! I WANNA GO HOME!” I screamed, having a spacky.

“Calm down, Clary!” Harry exclaimed, grabbing my wrist.

“NO! I wanna get home to my bed! My warm, cosy, purple bed!” I shrieked.

Harry sighed, exasperated. “Why wouldn’t you want to spend time with two international popstars?!” 

“Because you’re arrogant jerks!” I yelled.

“Harry, we’re home,” a tall man said, opening the door.

“Thanks, Paul,” Harry said. “C’mon,” Harry insisted.

“No,” I retorted. 

“Yes,” 

“No,”

“No,”

“Yes,” I said. “Damn!” 

“Well come on, Clary. You said yes!” Harry mused.

"But-but-but..." 

"No buts, Clary! You're coming," Harry snorted. Harry grabbed my arm and carried me into the house.

"Leave me be, Popstar!" I shrieked.

"Harry? Why did you bring a girl HERE to have sex, of all places?" a groggy Louis groaned. I gasped.

"FUCK NO!" I screamed. "NO MATTER HOW GOOD LOOKING EITHER OF YOU ARE, I'M NOT SLEEPING WITH YOU," I shrieked. 

"Clary? Is that you?" Louis asked.

"Yes it's me! Can I go home?" 

"Sure," Louis said.

"NO," Harry yelled. "I mean, stay here tonight. It's late. Please?" Harry whined.

"Uh-uh... Fine," I sighed, sitting on the couch. 

Little did I now that agreeing to stay the night, was a bitter, sweet mistake.

~*&*~

Do y'all love me, or do y'all love me? I quite like Clary. TMI fans will know who she is ;) 

LANGO:

Spacky: Tantrum; Hissy-fit

That's all! *Tryoe Sivan Wink* *Troye Sivan Voice* Byeeeeeee!