Time has brought your heart to me {Sequel For LUIAAWS}

Chapter 7: 'Claire and One Direction minus Harry' is trending

sidebar-> Claire's outfit, and yes the model is Claire, so you could imagine her perfectly well like that! 

*Claire's POV*

I looked at my reflection in my full length mirror hanging on the wall. I am wearing a see through white shirt, which is why I put a white tank top underneath, the collar has gold pointy studs on it. Skinny grey washed jeans, and to top it off, my black leather jacket, and I am wearing Jeffrey Campbell cheetah print shoes. I put my hair in a neat bun, satisfied with the outfit, I grabbed a twenty pound note and stuffed it in my jeans pocket, along with my phone and keys.

I can feel myself shivering as I walked up to the front door. I am going to hang out with the boys minus Harry of course, and they gave me their address and told me to come round at four in the afternoon. It is actually ten minutes to four, I'm early, but I was really nervous that I got ready earlier than I was supposed to. I lifted up my hand which was now shivering lightly and knocked on the door two times. I took a deep breath, I can do this, the boys are going to have my back, but still I'm nervous what if I meet Harry along the way? Please no.

At that moment the doors flings open and my eyes find a curly guy. My words just backfired me. In front of me stood Harry. He was wearing pajama pants and a ramones t-shirt. His curly hair is a mess. He eyes me up and down and blinks a few times.

"Claire?" He asks uncertain.

I try to hide my emotions of how hurt I am that he couldn't even remember me.

"Yeah thanks so much for remembering who I am." I say sarcastically.

His eyebrows furrow together and he coughs and says, "I just..you..you just changed that's all, when did you dye your hair?" He asks me.

"My hair was already dyed when I was at the party yesterday.." I rolled my eyes.

"So..."

"Are the boys ready?" I ask him.

He looks confused. "I don't know, they're not talking to me."

 "They're not?" I ask him weirded out.

"No." He replies harshly.

I realise that he isn't even looking at me properly, he is facing diagonally to the right, and I can only see his left side.

"What's up with you? Can't you look at me directly?" I ask him as I roll my eyes.

"No." He repeats.

"Whatever then. Can I come in?" I ask him.

"Why not?" He asks me, I walk in and take a look around. This house is amazing from the outside and inside. He walks in the living room, and like a puppy, I follow. There are three large cream sofas across the room. A plasma tv, which must have costed alot, there's an X box and playstation, and hundreds of video games all stacked up. There are a few frames of the boys huddled up all together. I turn round and find Harry on his phone, and this time he is facing me. 

I gasp as I notice that there is a purple bruise on the right jaw. I move closer to Harry and ask him, "Harry what the hell happened to your jaw?" 

Harry looks up from his phone ashamed if I must say, and frowns. "It's none of your buisness."

If he won't tell me then I'll just ignore him. Where are the others anyway? I'm here to go out with them not him.

"Fine whatever." I reply.

"GUYS!" I shout as I edge closer to the halls.

"Is that Claire?" Louis asks from upstairs, I think.