Unwanted (Harry Styles Love Story)

Unexpected Visitor.

CLARE

Sometimes in the early hours of the morning, I forget all my troubles and the world feels like a nice place to be. Today was not one of those days, and I knew I would spend the whole day wallowing in my own self pity.

Wallowing over the fact that I had stupidly let Harry get to me, and that it was my mother's birthday tomorrow.

My mother who detested me, who had betrayed me. I'd promised myself a long time ago that she would no longer be a part of my life, that she wouldn't ruin me like she wanted to and yet here I am year after year still thinking about her, still hurting.

I wonder if they saw the interview with Harry, if they knew of my success. I'm sure my sister would have seen it, she loves MTV.

Huffing I got up and dragged myself into the kitchen. Digging around in the fridge I find the chocolate and grab the milk to brew myself a cup of coffee. Whilst waiting for the kettle to boil I turned the tv on and much to my chagrin the face of the interviewer from last night filled the screen.

"If any of you have checked your instagram feed this morning then you undoubtedly would have noticed the cryptic photos posted by non other than Clare Collins, just minutes after Harry Styles was on our show talking about their past friendship. Harry told the world last night that Clare and him had been friends for a while and that she was a secret Harry Potter nerd. The Harry Potter quotes she then posted seemed to be in retaliation as she hasn't ever posted quotes from the popular series before.

However the quotes seemed far from positive and seemingly told harry he was 'dreaming' and that their 'friendship was beyond repair' but implied that she felt sad about that."

The interviewers face filled the screen once more as the screenshots of my posts faded away. She was grinning from ear to ear like some sort of creepy Cheshire cat. Obviously she thought she'd got the scoop of the century but really there was nothing to tell. They could all think what they liked about those posts, but I was saying nothing.

"Is there more to this story than meets the eye? I highly doubt we'll ever get to the bottom of this, as Clare isn't known for explaining herself or commenting on anything personal, but you can all let us know your thoughts via twitter using the hashtag #clarry."

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Two hours later I could be found sitting on the couch again but this time in jeans and a t-shirt having managed to drag myself into the shower earlier. I was still feeling sorry for myself and began mindlessly flipping through TV channels.

Nothing. Ugh.  

My phone started ringing and one glance at the screen told me I had no idea who it was.

"Hello?"  

"Hey Clare it's Niall!" a cheery voice answered  

"How did you get my number?" I asked, I didn't remember giving him my number when I had seen him the other night.  

"Oh your agent gave me it, I rang him to see if we could arrange to hang out and he said to just call you, said you needed cheering up or something?" Niall explained.

I'm going to kill Chris.

"Oh, right." I didn't know what to say to that.

"So are you free today?"

I didn't particularly want to go out in public today, but I would feel bad if I brushed Niall off.

"Yeah, I'm free but I don't really want to go out in public today...you could come round though?" I didn't particularly want someone so close to Harry to know where I lived but I missed Niall. We had been friends before everything with Harry, and today I was feeling lonely.

"Yeah cool that sounds awesome, send me your address and I'll bring some food round." He replied sounding pleased.

"Okay great, see you soon!" I hung up and texted Niall my address.

Glancing round my apartment I realised it was less than guest ready, so like a mad women I began cleaning up and throwing most of the junk left out all around the house into the spare bedroom.

I'd just finished when the doorbell rang.

 

 

NIALL

Her house was nice, and typically Clare. The lounge room was an eclectic mix of old furniture and the walls were bookshelves filled from floor to ceiling.

Clare looked different today, she wasn't as vibrant as she had been at the awards show and I couldn't help but wonder what had changed between then and now. I know it had been awkward for her to see Harry again, but I don't think that was the only reason Clare was down in the dumps.

As she put the Chinese food I'd brought with me onto plates, she was smiling but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"So, I don't know if you've seen it but you're trending on twitter, or should I say Clarry is trending on twitter." I say as Clare guides us towards the couch.

She just laughs and says she'd seen the MTV piece this morning, brushing it off as if it didn't matter to her.

It would have once upon a time, when we first met her. But Clare wasn't the same.

When we'd first met Clare she was living on her own much like she is now, but she had no friends. But she was so friendly and open. She had just moved to London but she would never tell us why she had moved from Australia and she never seemed to speak about her family either. Not knowing her well, and not wanting to upset her I never asked, and now I wished I had, because Clare was even more closed off than before, and she probably would have opened up to us back then. But now? I don't think she'd tell a living soul anything that mattered to her. Had Harry contributed to that?

"What happened to you Clare?" I asked.

She momentarily froze, she looked scared and deeply upset, but in a second it was gone and her eyes glazed over.

"What do you mean?" she asked trying to keep her voice light.

"I mean, why do you shut everyone out? What are you afraid of?"

"I don't know what you mean? I'm not afraid of anything." She said and I actually believed her, I don't know if she let her self feel enough anymore to feel afraid.