scientist and philosophers believe that if you have a phobia of something that you might have died from it in a past life. so if I’m afraid of love, does that mean i died because of love?
i had a sorta of normal life, i lived with my mom my parents got divorced about 5 years ago .everything was ok right now, my mom just started dating again, and i got accepted to the University of London. i lived in a fairly small town,Holmes Chapel, Cheshire, same town as Harry Styles, one of the singers in a boy band. the best part was, he lived next door to me and occasionally i would see him, along with a crowd of fangirls. we never really liked each other, we were always fighting about stupid things, and getting into some sort of disagreement.
it was around 6AM one morning when i heard girls screaming outside. ‘oh my god!’ i yelled, this happened about every few days, but today i really didn’t have the energy to deal with it. i got out of bed and put on my athletic shorts and soccer Jersey, and went outside. there was about 10 or 15 girls standing outside in my front yard. i slammed the door behind me, all of the girls heads turned and stopped talking. harry looked at me in confusion, i angrily marched over to him, ‘Harry! do you know what time it is?’ i sounded like his mother, ‘6:10’ one of the girls answered and they all laughed. ‘shut up, it's too early for me to handle your skinny ass’ harry pulled me aside. ‘look i'm sorry,do you think i like having them here?’ ‘honestly? yes, you always love being the center of attention.’ he looked down, ‘can you just go!’ i walked away. when i got back into my house i saw Harry get in the car through the window, and the girls disperse.
since i was already up i decided to put on my track shoes, grab my ipod and go for a run. i left a note on the table telling my mom where i was, and left. when i got outside i saw the group of girls giving me a dirty look. ‘may i help you?’ i asked them, ‘uh yeah.’ ag they were American even worse. ‘why?’ ‘because you made Harry leave!’ ‘oh no! not Harry Styles...honestly you can do a lot better’ i put my headphones in and kept running. i knew i was kind of a bitch, but it was only because they needed to hear it.
i got home from my run and it was still extremely early, but my mom was up. ‘hey mum’ ‘hey love, fancy a cup of coffee?’ ‘yeah sure’ i walked into the kitchen and saw her wrapped in her pink robe. ‘what happened this morning, i saw you outside yelling at harry?’ ‘i just got pissed off cause all his little fangirls were screaming’ ‘hun, you can't get mad at him for that, it's not his fault, i know you and him have always been at each others throats but but maybe you should cut him some slack.’ ‘what ever’ ‘well don't let this bring you down, remember...today we’re going into London to look for flats!’ ‘oh, right i almost forgot...’i’m going to go shower and get dressed’ ‘ok take your time, the train leaves at around 12’ ‘ok.’
after taking a shower, i went into my room and started to get dressed. i saw my phone lit up in the corner of my eye. i looked at the screen and sighed, NEW MESSAGE FROM THE DEMON SPAWN, i skimmed it. ‘hey Miller, sorry about his morning, can i make it up to you by taking you out for coffee on Friday?’ what the hell i thought to myself, this was the guy who when i was 15 called me “brace face” everyday until i was 17. it took me a minute to think of what say. ‘sure, meet me at the coffee house on oxford street at 12:00 this Friday’ i slapped myself. what was wrong with me? was this supposed to be a date? whatever, my phone lit up again, ‘see you then!’ i slapped myself again, don't fall for him Miller! i thought to myself. i pushed the image of Harry and i out of my head and continued getting dressed.
when we got to the train station we were pushed and shoved around more then usual. we made our way up and on too the train and took our seat. 2 young-ish girls walked by our seat ‘ oh my god can you believe One Direction is on our train!’ ‘i know right!’ they walked to their seat. just my luck, they would be on my train, the one place i could get away from Harry and he's here. i put my beats on and looked out the window, there they were, getting bombarded by young girls and paparazzi. please don't get on my car please don't get on my car i prayed to myself, and of course they got on my car. ‘oh miller honey, there’s harry and his little band!’ ‘i know mom’ as they entered the train car, girls screamed and clapped. i could see Harry looking around for his seat, he was about to pass me. i quickly grabbed my book out of my bag and flipped to a random page, trying to act like i didn’t even notice he was there. ‘Miller’ i looked over and saw Harry standing there next to Louis, Niall, Zayn and Liam. ‘hello Harry’ the rest of the boys left to go sit down and harry stood still, ‘are you two going to London?’ ‘yeah we’re going to look for flats for Miller’ my mom answered, i felt embarrassed. ‘cool! hey miller wanna get some coffee into food car?’ ‘maybe’ i looked back down at my book. ‘well I'm sitting right over there i’d you change your mind’ Harry flashed me a smile and went to go sit down next to Louis.
