AUTHOR’S RANT:
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~jess<3J
PART SIX: MEET THE JERK...
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I-I CAN’T BREATHE...
THIS IS NOT HAPPENING...
DEAR GOD! DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO DIE?!!!
I’M PROBABLY HYPERVENTILATING!
I JUST CRASH ON HARRY STYLES’ ARMS! BULLCRAP MY CLUMSINESS BUT I’M THANKFUL MY CLUMSINESS CAN BE USEFUL TOO!
SCREW MY CLUMSINESS! I DON’T EVEN WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT BUT, I JUST CRASHED ON HARRY STYLES’ ARMS! MY HAZZABEAR! THE CURLY, CHEEKY AND CURLY AGAIN. MY FAVORITE MEMBER OF THE BAND!
Ok, I shouldn’t be mentally fan girling, I think I’m doing it so often but who wouldn’t, right?
“Watch your way...” Harry hissed, as if he’s pissed or something. He swiped me off my spot, ok; he pushed me away and made his way to the vending machine. THE JERK. I never thought he could be some conceited, stuck-up star!
“You’re stuck up... I-I can’t believe you...” I said, probably this will bring him back to his senses that he become mean to someone who supported him and his band through the years.
“HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE, CRAZY FAN?!!!” he shouted. I stood there in shock. Fuck him and his poor eyesight; he didn’t recognize I did look like his best mate Louis.
“Excuse me?”
“SECURITY!”
“I’M NOT A FAN! I’M LOUIS TOMLINSON’S SISTER, FOR PETE’S SAKE!”
“NO, YOU’RE NOT! SECURITY!”
“F—“
“Mr. Styles is there any problem?” one of the security guard asked. Harry looked at him as if he is some idiot. Is this kid really as stuck up and mean to every employees here in this huge, humungous building? If he wasn’t Harry Styles and if this couldn’t get his career end, I could have punched his git of a face. I mean it.
“IS IT NOT OBVIOUS?!!” he yelled. The guard flinched. I couldn’t take it any longer.
“I’M LOUIS TOMLINSON’S SISTER, YOU TWAT! You don’t get it?!!!” I spat on his face. He smirked at me and I saw a little glimpse of disbelief in his eyes. And I’m feeling that I got myself into a big problem.
“OH REALLY, MANY OTHER FANS TOLD ME THEY’RE LOUIS TOMLINSON’S SISTER! SCREW IT, MISS! WE WILL NEVER BE CAUGHT BY THAT ALLIBI AGAIN!”
“CALL LOUIS AND HE’LL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING!”
“NO. HEY DUDE, JUST GET THIS GIRL OUTTA HERE! I DON’T WANT TO BE DEALING WITH A FANGIRL BEFORE REHEARSING. CHAO CRAZY WATER GIRL!”
And that’s the guards cue; he assisted me out of the building. And when I stepped out of the studios, I was welcomed by a huge mob of girls. JUST MY LUCK. The girls were shouting my name and asking me where Louis is... And when did they know that I’m Louis’ sister? Well I don’t know. Lou maybe uploaded a picture of me while sleeping on the plane and that reminds me that I should kill him and his best arrogant mate named Harry Styles later.
I get out of my trance when someone throw a carrot on my head, then a potato, then many other things you don’t even want to know. I was going dizzy with these things landing on my face, some hitting me hard on the face, suddenly something hard it on my head.
A (BLEEP) ING ROCK! WHAT THE HELL?!!!!!
The, I touched the spot where the rock landed, FUCK! MY HEAD IS BLEEDING!
Then, everything went black.
AUTHOR’S RANT:
DON’T HATE HARRY, THIS IS JUST A FICTION.
JUST SAYING.
THANKS FOR WASTING YOUR TIME HERE.
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~jess<3J
P.S. I DON’T PROOF READ! XD
