I Refuse to Fangirl (1D fanfic)

Chapter 5

So...who's point of view do you guys like best? Tell me here, so I know who to do more of. This next chapter will be a Chloe's point of view: let the "awwws" or "yays" begin.

Have fun, this'll be a chapter in which some of the truth is revealed.

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~Chloe River~

I actually had fun yesterday, although I'll never admit it. Do I still think the guys are obnoxious, preppy jerks? Yes. Do I still find their songs way too poppy with no emotion? Yes. But do I think the guys can be kind of fun to hang around and kind of funny? Yes.

Is Harry still my least favorite? Yes. Here's the problem with Harry and me. We're both loud, dangerous, funny jerks. We're so alike that I can't bring myself to like him. I feel like when we talk we're both battling for the upper hand.

We both want to be the wittiest, loudest one in the conversation. Plus, when you put two female dogs together, all they're gonna do is fight.

Harry keeps battling for my attention, which I find cute that he think he has a shot with me. Opposites attract, not people so eerily similar that it's scary attract.

I hate to admit it but Harry and I are almost exactly like each other. And don't think I'll ever say that out loud.

Niall's a different story. He surprised me with how much he knows about video games. We really hit it off. I think we can at least learn to be friends, though I have a hard time coping with the rest of the band.

I throw on my skinny jeans and a fitted white tee-shirt. I put my hair in to half ponytail. Then I take some blue hair chalk and leave a streak of it down the cascading blonde. That takes about 10 minutes; not as easy as it looks in the commercial, by the way.

I have about 8 minutes to get to Brent's garage. That's right, we do that whole cliché 'garage band' thing. We named our band Broken Halo. We're playing prom this year! Which is why we've really been drilling in practices this past month. All slow songs will be played by somebody else. I take some light mascara and eyeliner just so I don't look like a total zombie. I clip on my hoop earrings, grab my guitar, and run out the door. Right before shutting it I yell, "Bye mom and dad! I'm heading to rehearsal!"

I run down 4 blocks with my electric guitar in its case, on my back. Let's just say I was panting by the time I got to the garage and decided that wasn't a great idea.

Why do I have my guitar if I'm the lead singer you ask? Our lead guitarist, Andy, is sick today, so I'm just gonna play his part while we practice. We'll skip his solo.

"Look what the cat dragged in," Brent jokes, walking up to me. "Hey, babe."

I take a gulp of air. "Hey, sweetheart." I pull my hands off my knees and stand up straight. I'm pretty athletic but I was sprinting really fast, so I could be here early.

It's just Brent and me here, right now. Looks like Forest-cool name, right?-our bass player hasn't gotten here yet. There's still 3 minutes until practice officially starts.

Brent wraps his arms around my waist from behind and pulls me closer to him. He lowers his lips to my ear so that his breath tickles me. "How did I get lucky enough to get a girl like you?"

I smile and giggle as I look up at him, a girly gesture, and girly isn't something I do often. "I don't know. Maybe you won me in some extremely awesome lottery."

He smiles back at me before twisting his neck to put his lips on mine.

Our lips move in synchronization, a thing we've done many times before.