Snowflake (Harry styles)

Chapter 2

Here's a little something about me. My name is Blair Johnson, I write blogs, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5'5, i have brown hair to my ribs,and I have well HAD a boyfriend. Chad. Chad is 18 he just finished high school and we've been dating for about 2 years. This is what I found when I turned the corner.

A boy, 6'1 brown shaggy hair and his rubbing up and down some tramp! This boy? Yeah he's chad. The dreamy and sweet chad.

"CHAD!!!!!" I scream as I run and push him off of this 'pretty little thing' "what do you think you're doing?!"

"Oh Blair, baby. I can explain. Really." He says looking embarrassed.

"Oh really?" I say looking at him crossing my arms. "I'd love to hear it."

"Well you see I was coming too see you.... And ... Well I thought you were at home..." He says trying to make up a story.

"We're done." I say running off back in the direction of the coffee shop crying. Crap Harry's there I'll just run past and he won't notice me. I'll take the back way home.

As soon as I run by I hear the door open and I hear footsteps behind me. "Hey!" "Wait!" I hear but I just keep running because I know who it is and I'm not gonna put up with his crap too.

I start running out of breath and I have to slow down. Curse my heavy bag and of course Harry catches up to me. "Hey why are you crying."

"It's none of your business." I say stopping and sitting on the ground. The cold air has started to chap my face and my tears have started to freeze but I don't care. It hurts and I need to cry so I do. I cry until I can't anymore and suddenly I'm somewhere else. I must have fallen asleep. I wake up to a warm bed and I'm in someone else's clothes. I sit up and the one person I want to kill is right next to me sleeping soundly.

"What am I doing here Harry!!!" I tell hitting with a pillow. "Get up! This isn't a free way into my pants!" I say.

"What.. What no you fell asleep crying and I brought you back here so I didn't have to wake you." He says in a tired voice. Pretty sexy if you ask me. No Blair stop.

"What time is it?" I say looking for my bag to find my phone. I eventually find it hanging by the door. 10 missed calls from my mom and it's 10 o'clock. "Oh my god. I have to go. Now. Where are my clothes ?!"

"Over there." He says pointing to the bathroom. Oh great. I walk into the bathroom and take the black t-shirt off and slip my clothes in from earlier.

"I swear if you mention this to anyone I'm going to kill you!" I say giving him the death stare.

"How could I? I don't even know your name." He says. Oh yeah right he doesn't know who I am. So why in the heck would he bring a stranger to his house. I start walking towards the door and notice something oddly familiar. This condo looks exactly like ours.

"Hey Harry, where am I?" I say.

"The grand ball hotel."

"No way." I say as I open the door and I loon down the hall and sure enough room 224 in right down the hall. Where I live.

"What is it?" He says.

"Nothing.. It's nothing." I say shutting the door behind me and digging out my key to open my door right down the hall without any sudden noises. When I get it open I hear a door open and Harry peeks out from inside his room.

"Well , well , well... Right down the hall eh? Maybe we can have some more sleepovers?" He says winking at me.

"You wish. " I say as I walk in and slam the door behind me. Why me? How does this even happen?