Stuck with One Direction

Chapter 39

"Harry, what are we doing here?" The idiot decided to take me to a fortune teller woman since supposedly I don't know what to do about my love life. I do know what to do with it, nothing! I don't have a "love life". So we had a heart to heart conversation, so what, it didn't mean anything. I'm leaving soon, why does it even matter?

"This will help you, I promise." He pushes me inside and we see the typical witch cave. Weird things all around the room, bones, a skull, a lot of books, the table with the ball thing that you can buy at any gift shop and loads of crap. I hate this type of things. It's a ripoff. All those supposed witches do to you is steal your money and tell you stuff you already know but they make it sound better. They are the worst for taking advantage of people like that. But Harry has a load shit of money so it's okay.

We sit and I wait for the woman to make her appearance. From all the movies I have watched they always do this entrance, starting with something like "I was expecting you" or "ah, your name is..." no shit you know our names and that we were coming, we called before to make an appointment. But it gets people every time.

The woman enters but she looks nothing like those in the movies. She is wearing a simple tee and some jeans. She sits crisscrossed on her chair and smiles at us. Well, that was an entrance you don't see in the movies. Ah, Hollywood always exaggerating everything and anything.

"Don't mind the decoration, my daughter did it claiming it will bring more people in." She says and I nod. I kind of like her. Kind of.

"Okay, so Carter you were forced to come here I see." She shuffles her cards and I look at Harry. He must of told her but the look on his face says otherwise. Then she heard us. There is no such thing as magic, it's all mind tricks. Everything has an explanation. And psychics are just weird people that believe that they have powers because a dream or two of theirs became true. I guess I am psychic as well. I can sense Harry will be in a lot of physical pain later and oh, I'm sensing something else. He will be in pain because of me for bringing me to such ridiculous place.

"You're quite the open book. I can see that you are having trouble with your future choices. Your heart wants one thing but you're too stubborn to acknowledge it." I glare at Harry. He could of at least kept his mouth quiet so I could make fun of how the woman struggled to make any good predictions.

"How much did Harry tell you?" She chuckles.

"He didn't tell me anything, but your names." She lays down the cards on the table.

"Right." I roll my eyes. And my dad is the king of England.

"You're not the first one to come here and not believe this is real. But fine, Harry told me you needed help with your love life." I knew it. This is all a farce and I can't wait for it to be over and see Harry waste his money.

"So he did tell you more than just our names." I claim but she ignores me as she suddenly grabs my hand with her own. Well, this is not awkward at all.

"I will help you. You can't choose between two loves. One of them is your soulmate and the other is the love of your life. You know which one is which, but you're trying to push the feelings away because you're leaving."

"Harry, I'm going to kill you!" I hit his arm.

"What? I didn't say anything, I swear." He says and the fortune teller chuckles once again. She is a chirpy gal.

"And, isn't a soul mate and love of your life the same thing?" I ask. The boys have forced me to watch enough soppy romantic movies to know that those things are the same. You find the your soulmate, fall in love since he is the love of your life, the one you should marry and that's it. You always end up with your soulmates in those movies.