Chapter 1.
I’ve never really been one for sappy love stories, but oddly enough, they seem to come my way. I’m Andie. 15, Brazil. Basically my life was a total mess before I met Niall. Niall is my best friend, and the closest thing I have to a leaning shoulder. We get on quite well, and ever since that day in 4th grade, when I spilled my drink on him, we’ve been best mates. Unfortunately though, Niall’s best mate is Harry Styles. My longtime, hardcore, crush. I can’t go a moment without thinking about his crooked smile that goes lazy on one side, or those enticing green orbs, or even that never-ending torso. Harry was beauty, and it tortured me knowing he would never like me back.
Who knows.
“Andie! Get the fuck up were going to be late!”
Louis yelled.
“Calm down, Im up.”
I shuffled out of my warm bed and made my way to the bathroom to go about my usual morning routine. Brush, clean, and primp. It was a Monday, and I had no intentions of looking good. Lazy style, was the only style today. Damn that word…STYLE. Add an “S” and see my cheeks light up like Rudolph. Once again I couldn’t contain my smile from breaking at the thought of Harry.
Louis was jamming out in the front seat to “Whistle”. I sat beside him in the passengers seat, pondering my thoughts, and shuffling through memories. Louis always tries to make my mornings more exciting with loud music, fresh coffee, breakfast, or his undying affections. It usually works, but this morning was different. I had something heavy on my mind and I couldn’t seem to shake it. Harry. Harry freaking Styles. Why today did he have to pinch at my thoughts? Ugh, my feelings for him are getting out of hand. I need to tell Niall.
“ITS P.I.Z.Z.A. YEAH YOU KNOW IT DRIVE ME CRAY.”
Niall danced over to me with a pile of pizza on a plate, and plopped down next to me. He grinned and flashed his big, white teeth. It soon faded after he noticed I didn’t smile back. He nudged my shoulder and said.
“What’s up babe?”
He sounded worried.
“Nothing just heavy thoughts.”
“Tell me?”
He dragged it out until I answered.
“Its Harry ok!”
He did nothing but stare at me before throwing his head back, and laughing like a choking horse. He stopped after realizing I found nothing funny. He glared and said:
“Ha-Wait…what? Do you like him?”
I could tell he was holding back his aching laughter.
“Yes, Niall.”
“Wh-well, I could tell him?”
My eyes shot open in panic.
“NO! DON’T!”
He giggled and promised he wouldn’t. He patted my back and wished me best of luck. I could tell he didn’t care that I was crushing on his best mate, but I was still worried something would come up.
I’m a nervous wreck, and I just want this week to be over. The weekend is close, and when Niall knocks on that door, I will be able to spill everything.
Unless of course things don’t go as planned.
I made it through the day no problem. I was half dead, and out of it, but it went accordingly. Louis rolled up beside the school in his new black Range Rover. He was dressed like a gay boat owner. Music rang through the street. He smiled and said:
“WELL YOU CAN HOP IN ANY MOMENT.”
I snapped out of whatever trance I was in and got into the car with Louis. The ride home was pretty much silent on my part, besides a few mumbles of distress. Louis seemed to pick up on my anxiety, so he drove us through Subway. I smiled, and cued up for a turkey sub. Once I got it, I ate it fast. To be honest, I was quite hungry! Louis grinned knowing he a succeeded at making me happy, and continued to drive back to the flat. We arrived and I plopped down on my bed and slept the day off.
The week went by fast, and Saturday was coming up. Niall was making plans to hangout then, and was shooting me texts for possible ideas of entertainment.
“I’VE GOT IT!”
My phone buzzed as Niall blew up my texts. He was going on about a “surprise for me on Saturday.” It made me nervous…but I went along with the idea. Spring break was next week and Niall pretty much called the whole week for hangouts with me.
{Saturday}
I heard a knock on the door and I rushed to answer. I opened it up, and my mouth hung in surprise. There was Niall, happy as ever, with bags hanging over his broad shoulders. There next to him…stood a tall, fit, curly headed boy. Harry.
“Pack your bags babe! Were going camping.”
What. A whole week, alone with Harry? IN A CROWDED SHACK? No, I can’t do that. I’ll bust! I’ll-I I don’t even know!
Fuck my life.
