Something like Love

Something like Love (Chap. 1)

(things in the story have been changed to fit the liking of the story)

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Chapter

One

Heidi’s P.O.V

The locker door slammed as I shut it, and Cammie did the same

with hers. “I hate these lockers! They’re so loud!” I said to Cammie.

“Hey, at least we have lockers” she replied.

“Whatever!” I haven’t seen Liam today. He wasn’t at assembly!

I hope he hasn’t left . . . oh no! This can’t be happening! “Cammie. . .” I

said sadly, “I think Liam’s left the school! Now I won’t be able to look at him

every minute of the day!”

“Ha ha ha! Uh, Heidi. . .”

“No, I’m serious!”

“Heidi. . .”

“I really will miss him!” I sniffed, on the brink of crying.

“HEIDI!!!”

“WHAT!!!”

“PINAPPLE!!!” Cammie exclaimed randomly, as per usual.

“What?” I said

Cammie turned me around. Oh

shit! Liam locker is and always has been the locker next to mine! Why did I

think it would change this year?!

 “Look at who? Miss who?” said Liam.  

I stopped. Blushed. Tomato! Before me stood the gorgeous Liam

Payne! His chocolate brown eyes bore into mine, but they seemed blank, as if

his mind was elsewhere. His somewhat Blondie-brown Beiber cut looked stunning

and glossy, I was tempted to run my fingers through it, but it was probably

full of hair wax. My eyes drifted down to the floor, and I was reminded of his

rock-hard abs, as Cammie and I have seen him without a shirt on various occasions.

Cammie reckons he doesn’t own a shirt, although he wears one for school because

we have a uniform...

Oh thank

goodness! The bell! “Hmhmm…” Cammie laughed. “We have to go to class now. Bye

Liaaammm!!” she waved and said cheekily whilst pulling me to our next class.

Thank god I have a friend like Cammie, who knows what to do in these sorts of

situations. I also never knew how much I could love that annoying school bell,

until now. As actors say on cheap, cheesy shows “I was saved by the bell!”

I think I would’ve died if it hadn’t rung.

Liam’s P.O.V

I walked

up to my locker to find my best friend, Cammie, and her best friend, Heidi,

slamming theirs. Once again, my locker is next to Heidi’s, which I’m happy

about because I can look at her gorgeous strawberry-brunet-blonde hair and her

beautiful blue eyes. I’ve never said it to Cammie, who I tell everything to, (but I have a feeling she