More Than Love

Chapter 1: Hello Paris.

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(Haby's P.O.V)

I try to look for my sister, but the crowd isn't helping at all. The airport is full of people from different countries. I am a little bit tired and happy at the same time because I have missed Paris.

I really love this city. I will tell you a secret: I want to have my first kiss here. Yes, I have never had a boyfriend. I was in love with a boy but he is impossible to have, so I decided to try to forget him. Nobody knows about this because everybody think that I am just a fan. Well, let me tell you that this is more than love, but it cannot be real. That's why I want to forget about it. But I am not the only one.

After a long time, I finally find my sister. I cannot help crying because I haven't seen her for a year. I am so excited and cannot wait to spend a great time with her.

I hug her tightly and say "I really missed you so much Cam. I am so happy to be here with you."

"I am happy too Haby. Now, let's go home. You look tired! Tonight I will take you to Trocadero. I know that this is your favourite place." she tells me.

"That would be great. Thank you so much. I love you."

As soon as we take a sit in the metro she asks me "Close your eyes and give me your hand. Don't cheat!"

I do what she tells me and let her do what she wants. She puts something in my hand and order me to open my eyes. I find a beautiful bracelet with the name of the person I am trying to forget on it. She doesn't know anything yet. I can't tell her. It is stupid. How will I tell her that there's no 'Harry' anymore? Is this true after all?

After two hours we arrived at home. I took a shower, ate a pizza and now we are in Trocadero.

There are a lot of things that happen to us but that are hard to understand or to explain. It is like falling in love. This is something we cannot escape. We cannot choose the one we want to love even if we think we can, because it is always a surprise. When you look at someone, feel your heart beating faster, feel free, feel like he is the only one on the earth, feel something special in your mind, then you know you are in love.

I am just a normal girl who fell in love with a boy.The difference is that this boy, is actually Harry Styles. This may sound crazy but that's the truth. The problem is that I chose the piece of cake that everyone want. Why?

Yes, why... I cannot explain this feeling because I do not know how. 

When people ask me to describe him, I talk for hours and never shut up. He is incredible, amazing, nice, awesome, different... He is the kind of boy every girl dreams of. I am not going to say that he is perfect because nobody is perfect at all. I can write billions of pages about him, words ain't good enough to talk about a person who changed my life forever.

I don't love him because he has green eyes or a curly hair, I love him because of what he has inside. His personality is outstanding. I wish I could meet him one day. I wish he could be mine. I wish I could tell him what I feel. I wish I could...

Why do I always want what is impossible to have? I have to forget about him. That is what I decided to do a few days ago but it seems like I am stuck in the middle of the sea. No, I should forget him and live my life like he has never existed, like I have never loved him. How? 

I am sitting in front of the Eiffel Tower and thinking about everything. Suddenly, I hear people screaming so loud. I get up to see what is happening and find a lot of girls running to catch a mysterious boy. He has long hair and is wearing black skinny jeans, a white T-shirt and boots. Poor guy! He has to be very famous to have all those fans that love him.

After one minute they all vanish but a girl stopped running and she is now crying. I go to see what is wrong with her and I tell her "Why are you crying?"

She yells "I have just seen my idol but I couldn't get a picture with him because of all those crazy girls! I have dreamed of this moment for so long but they are so stupid and they ruined everything..."

I say "Who is your idol?"

She answers "Harry Styles from One Direction."