Uncharted Chapter 1

I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating on my bed side table. "Shut up", I muttered. A couple of seconds went by, and it kept vibrating.  "OH MY GOD WHO IS SPAMMING MY PHONE, SHUT UP." I put my pillow over my head and groaned. The vibrations kept coming so I decided to pick up my phone and see who the little fucker was that was spamming me. The brightness of my phone screen about blinded me when I looked at since my room was so dark.

Of course. I smiled. I had about 20 one word texts from him telling me to wake up. Only Harry, only he would do something childish as this. I scrolled through my messages,

"Hey"

"Hey"

"Hey"

"Wake up"

"Wakey, wakey,"

"Is this annoying you yet?"

"Get up"

"You don't need your beauty sleep."

"GET THE F UP"

I smiled and replied and decided to have a caps party with him. "IM UP, HAPPY YET?" He responded almost right away, "Yes, it's about time, im loney, and Emily is gone right now."

Oh thats right, I forgot about Emily. Being Harrys best friend, I feel like he could of done better with choosing a girlfriend. His whole life he always went for older blondes. I hated seeing him going for them. He 'claimed' he had a thing for both hair types, brunettes and blondes. But I knew that was complete bullshit. Sometimes I'd go to interviews with him and listen to him answer the questions the interviewers would ask.

"So, Harry; blonde or brunnete?" The interviewer would ask.

He just smiled cheekily and answered, "Both, I don't have a hair type"

"BULLSHIT" I coughed from standing around the corner watching him. When he heard me he gave me the 'Get the fuck out' look, but I just smiled.

Harry, and I had grown close as friends. He's always be there for me, and I was always there for him. But something about this girl Harry was dating I just didnt like. Emily reminded me of a duck. No offense to her, I mean... actually yes, offense to her. This bitch treated me awful. And I've known Harry my whole life, unlike her. She was blonde, with perfect curls. She was awfully orange, and tend to cake on the makeup. I believed it was  to cover up some of the heavy laugh lines on her face. Her eyes were hazel, her nose was pointed, and her lips were thin. She had curves, and I guess that was the only thing that made up for her duckliness.

I cringed when I thought of her. Harry, ugh. Harry, you could do so much better I thought. But I guess it made sense, he always went for the hoe bags. He was in it for the sex. Atleast, that's what I hope it was for with Emily. Because I couldn't imagine him actually having a decent relationship with her.

I reread Harrys text and debated on telling him about me and Niall.

Awhile back Harry had brought me to dinner with the boys, and their girlfriends. I guess I was stupid for not noticing they were trying to set me up with Niall. Harry was with Emily, Louis was with Eleanor, Liam was with his new girlfriend Ashleigh, Zayn was with Perrie, and Niall was by himself. I had mixed emotions about Niall. He was so beautiful, everything he said could make you feel like you were actually loved, and cared for. He took so much consideration into everything he did. He was sensitive and tender, like you could tell he had a soft heart. His cheeks would flush with red a lot when you talked to him. His eyes were blue aqua, and soothing. Just his presence, his era. He was truly a beautiful soul. I'm glad Harry introduced me to him. I spent that whole night just talking and trying to get know him better. He would make me laugh so hard with just the stupid shit he would say.

After the boys left the table with their girlfriends it was just me and Niall. He got up and asked if I'd walk around outside for a while with him. I stood up and pushed my seat in. I didn't know what was going on, but he grabbed my hand which automatically send tingles running through my body. I could tell he was nervous, for whatever was going to happen. So I decided to make small talk with him to relieve his stress. He stopped me in the middle of my sentece.

"Claire, you're truly something different." He smiled looking into the lights of London at night as he spoke. Then he turned towards me and grabbed my other hand.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, or what's coming over me...but I really like you claire. You're pure and sweet, you're hilarious and special. You give me the feeling like, there are really beautiful people out there. And I just want you to be mine. I want to have someone like you I can call my girl. Will you be my girlfriend?"

At the time, I honestly felt like shitting bricks. LIke, holy shit. This was not happening. The whole time I was thinking "OMFG OMFG OMG OMG DKDHKA;GHDSAJHGJ;HSAJ;F" shit could he hear my heart beating? Calm the fuck down, I had to remind my self. I started crying. "What the hell Claire? Stop. You,re going to make him sad." I kept talking to myself in my head, then I spat out, "Of course Niall, I'd love to. I really like you too, you give me this feeling I can't explain and I just-"

Niall broke my sentence with a hug. I tugged onto his jacket, not wanting to let go.

Later that night he brought me home, dropping me off, that's when he gave me a kiss on the cheek. He wasn't like Harry. Usually Harry would probably start his makeout session then, but Niall wasn't like him. I looked at Niall and his eyes sparkled like crystals.

I leaned over the car and kissed him on the lips. I guess he wasn't expecting that. But I didn't care, his lips were so soft, and precious. I pulled back and got out of the car.

Before I closed the door Niall said "Good night Claire."

"Good night Niall" I smiled, I was blushing. My lips still tingled.

I smiled to myself at remembering that flashback; bitter sweet thoughts. I picked up my phone and decided to tell Harry.

"Harry," I texted, "I have something to tell you, and I'm not sure if anyones said anything yet." I looked at my phone and saw that harry was typing something.

"WHOSE BABY IS IT?;)" he replied. I laughed, before I could reply another message showed up from him. "JUST KIDDING!, What is it?"

I replied, "I'm dating Niall."

I just sat there for 5 minutes waiting for him to reply. All I saw was him typing....for like 7 minutes straight. Then the typing went away.