Our Love (1D Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I couldn't believe I was doing this. But at the same time, I'm really excited to do it. I drive to the left corner as Mr. Higgins or preferably, Paul, the guy who called me, instructed his house's location. He told me when I talked to him on the phone.

The thing is, I don't why he's telling me to drive all the way to his house. Or, why does he want to see me? It's very nerve racking to feel like this. But who knows, something might come out fine. And if something crazy happens, I'll just have to prepare for the madness.

Sigh, hopefully this won't be such a problem.

I see the house Paul described me. "The house with the indigo roof and a big cream window pane." I remember his clear words. I park my car in front of a black Ferrari. Looks like he's home.

I place my car keys inside my pants' pocket then walked to the front door.

'Ding-dong. Ding-dong," the doorbell played. This is gonna sound very weird, but I'm actually wondering how he looks like. Does he have red hair? Does he like to wear pajamas all-day? Is he half- Russian? I wonder.

The door opens and I see a boy my age. Wait, I've seen him before.... That is, on my television. He had brown curls, emerald eyes, and cute dimples. He wore a dark brown Ramones shirt. It matched with his dark blue jeans and sneakers.

So this is Paul, huh? Or maybe, this is his son.

"Oh my god! You're kidding me." He says. I was quite shocked with his greeting. "Excuse me?" "Look, you're really beautiful, but this still won't let me give you an autograph." "I didn't come for that. You called me... Or your dad called me." "My dad? My dad's in Chesire. I haven't seen him since.. my parents got divorced."

What is going on? Am I in Blind Date or what?

"Oh, I'm so sorry. But a guy named, Paul-" "Oh, Paul's not my dad! He's my tour manager. I'm Harry Styles. You know, one of the members of the British- Irish boy band, One Direction?" He corrected me.

Crap.

"No wonder you looked familiar. Forgive me for being such a dumb child." I apologized, feeling very guilty. "It's okay! I'm the one who should be apologizing. I didn't know you were Paul's friend... Sigh, let's just keep it between us, shall we?" His eyebrows raised up, looking hopeful. "You're forgiven. And, yes, we should." "Pinky promise?" "Oh my god, we aren't twelve anymore!" "Oh come on!" He placed my pinky close to his. His hand feel so soft; just like a teddy bear's.

We pinky promised and he brought me inside. It's huge. Wow. There are lots of paintings... And instruments. Lots of papers, record labels and a big picture of a wedding. Tons of people were on it. There was joy, friendship and love. I went closer to it. "That's Paul over there." Harry pointed to the guy, beside the beautiful bride. This must've been his wedding picture.

"Oh. And I'm guessing that's his wife?" I pointed to the bride. Harry nodded his head. "This is me, Zayn, Louis, Liam, and..." "Niall" We both said at the same time. "You know him?" "Huh? Uh, yeah," I mumbled, unsure of my answer.

How was I supposed to tell Harry I used to be friends with Niall but I broke his heart? I'm sure he'd be furious with me right now.

"Of course. Niall's the cutie in our group. Every girl knows him." He said in a loud, yet low manner. "Well, all of you guys look really cute. And besides, it's about the talent, not the looks. You guys have both." I positively told him. "Thanks, Charlotte. It means a lot to me." He smiled towards me. I smiled back and replied, "No worries."

I walked to the guitar. Niall had a guitar kinda like this. We used it every Wednesday night because that was when we made acoustic covers.

Those were my favorites. He would play the chords while I just pat my legs like a drummer. "Do you play?" Harry asked me, cutting my thoughts. "No. But someone I used to be good friends with did. It looked like this." "Really? Cause, Niall uses this guitar too! When we write our songs or just wanna have jam session, we play it!"