Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 1

Whoo! Chapter 1 of "Fangirl"! Aha, I know this is very fictional, but that's kind of why it's "fan-fiction" xD I really hope you guys like it, and some confusion is intentional. You won't know exactly what's wrong with Valerie for a while, but that's normal. Heads up: Harry doesn't come in until Chapter 3 c; That's it! (: Enjoy<3

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Chapter 1 – Valerie’s P.O.V.

            “Valerie, dinner time!” Mom hollered from downstairs.

            My eyes continued to skim the computer screen frantically as my fingers raced across the keyboard. Water was building in my eyes as I wrote out the scene, and I knew my followers would hate me for it. It had to be done. It’s how the book is going to end, but it also related to my own personal issues.

“Lauren, you can’t leave me,” Harry’s emerald eyes filled with crystal tears as his grip on the sick girl’s hand tightened.

“It’s not my choice,” Lauren replied, her own water droplets rolling down her pale cheeks. She managed to bring her free hand up to cup Harry’s left cheek as she gently stroked it with her thumb. “I’ll always be with you, Harry,” she whispered, her eyes beginning to flutter.

“No,” Harry retorted, squeezing his eyes closed tight as tears pressed their way through and down his cheeks. “No, Lauren, you can’t… you can’t leave me!” he cried, his voice cracking mid-sentence as he stared at his helpless girlfriend on the hospital bed. He leaned down, pressing a long and gentle kiss on her forehead. “I love you,” he choked, “forever and always.”

But Lauren couldn’t respond as the heart monitor line went flat, the long beep dragging through Harry’s ears like a curse. His true love was gone from this world, sent to play in the heavens with the rest of the angels. His angel had left him, and he didn’t know what he was going to do without her smile in his life. Without her scent or touch or kiss. Without her… he’ll always be lost and helpless. Half of him died off with Lauren, and he knew he’d never get that half back. ~~

            “Valerie, now!” Mom yelled again.

            “C-Coming!” I called back, a lone tear escaping my eyes as I forced my finger to click the publish button. I sucked in a deep breath, raking both hands through my hair as I closed my laptop. I sniffed, wiping the single water droplet off my cheek and then sitting there for a moment. “What is wrong with me?” I mumbled, groaning and pushing myself out the rolling chair.

            I trotted down the stairs after checking my face in the mirror. I was always the girl whose eyes got puffy when she cried, but crying wasn’t my intention tonight. Writing Half Of Me, my fan-fiction (go ahead, make fun), was probably one of the most emotional things I’ve ever done. Besides cry to the occasional music video, numerous songs, or just cry of despair because I’ll never meet the boys who saved my life. In more ways than just committing suicide, but I’ve been through quite a lot with my mental health. It hasn’t been the greatest these last couple months, and judge me or not, those boys helped me through every minute of it. The simplicity of their songs, mainly Diana, was enough to make me keep trudging through that stupid hospital. It was enough to make me wake up with a smile on my face, even though my insides were crumbling.

            I slid into the empty seat at the table, across from my obnoxious twin brothers, and stared at the meatloaf. I’m really not an eater. I know starving yourself is bad, but with all the comments from the hags at school, I’d rather suffer than give them what they want. It doesn’t matter. They tend to pick at every little thing about me, spitting it in my face like acid and then laughing as they flip their fake blonde hair. It truly disgusts me the way they purposely sway their hips in attempt to catch boys’ eyes. But then they get all upset when a guy is caught staring. Maybe if you wore some clothing, you wouldn’t have that problem, now would you?

            “Valerie, are you okay?” Dad’s voice snapped me back to reality and away from my irrelevant nagging.

            “Fine,” I shrugged, biting my lower lip as I looked at the food. I decided to drink my water first, trying to buy myself a little time for an excuse.

            Mom frowned. “You look a little puffy,” she commented.

            “Probably because she was crying over that boy band,” Tommy laughed.

            “What did they do this time? Sneeze?” Jeremy added with a loathsome snicker and nudge to Tommy.

            I rolled my eyes, ignoring their stupid comments. Maybe I have fangirled over the boys sneezing, but you have to admit… They look pretty damn cute when they do it. Like, who the hell looks that attractive sneezing? I know I don’t. You don’t want to be anywhere close to me when I sneeze. It’s this loud and intolerable noise that pierces your ears. Not to mention the occasional time when I have to pee when I sneeze. God, I’m such an awful person… I get so off topic and—

            “Valerie!” Mom snapped her bony fingers in my face, causing Tommy and Jeremy to cackle once more. “Honey, are you feeling all right? You’ve barely spoken and you haven’t touched your food.”

            Thank you, for making the excuse for me!

            “I don’t know,” I said, playing along with her “not feeling good” thing. “My throat kind of hurts. I think I’m just going to lie down.”

            Dad nodded. “You can’t miss school tomorrow, young lady. Go get some rest,” he said.

            I smiled, kissing his cheek and Mom’s before I stuck my tongue out at the twins. They returned the gesture as I went back up the stairs, locking myself in my room. I sat back in front of my computer (always my spot), and wiggled the mouse to bring it back to life. I reloaded the page, resting my elbow on the desk as my chin rested on my hand. I clicked the mouse with my other hand, scrolling through the comments of my ending.

MarryMeHarry45: ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME? NO. I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS. SHE CANNOT BE DEAD.

SummerDays01: Is this actually the ending? :O

MrsMalikForever: Girl, you just ripped my heart out my chest and stomped on it…

LoveToWrite: WOW! That was the best book I’ve ever read! The ending made my cry my eyes out, but I like how you weren’t like others and the girl “magically” came back to life. AMAZAYN JOB!

            I smiled at the comments, glad that they were all intrigued by the story. I replied to a few, then checked my library to see if any other books have updated. With no luck, I sighed and closed my laptop again. I laid on my bed, grabbing my phone and scrolling through Tumblr. If it’s not Wattpad, it’s always Tumblr, Twitter, or Instagram. Facebook is an occasional thing for me, but I mainly just save every picture I came across. If it’s on Tumblr, it’s on my phone. Thank god for 32 GB, or else seven thousand plus pictures wouldn’t be fitting. Call me obsessive, fine, but I know I’m not the only girl that does this.

            My heart clenched at the Harry and Kendall rumors. Don’t get me wrong, Kendall is beautiful… but I just don’t think her and Harry fit. They’re complete opposites, in my opinion, but I guess if he really likes her… But I swear if she breaks his heart, I’ll break her face. I love all the boys with my life, but I’ve always had that little soft spot for Harry. Yes, I cry when all the boys cry. Yes, I laugh when all the boys laugh. Yes, I smile at the simplicity of their pictures. But Harry always seems to hit me the most for some reason. I don’t know why, but I don’t really care. All the boys are perfect and insanely attractive, and without them I wouldn’t even be on this earth having this weird debate with myself.

            I glanced at the alarm clock, completely forgetting my phone had a clock, but saw it was nearly midnight. I inhaled sharply through my nose, my eyes becoming extremely heavy as I locked my phone and plugged it up to the charger. I set it on the nightstand, rolling over in my sheets as I stared at the wall for a brief second.

            I want something amazing to occur in my life.