Hating But Loving One Direction (FANFIC)

Chp.14- I Wish

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Chapter 14 – I Wish

“Curly?” I ask, staring at the stranger's back and his big hair of curls.

The stranger turn around and I compare the two together in shock. They had the same green eyes, dimple, and of course,the crazy hair.

However, there is a huge difference between Curly and this stranger. This stranger is drop-dead gorgeous while Curly is pale with a baby face.

So, why did he turn around?

“Excuse me?” The stranger ask me, staring around to see who called him.

I immediately notice the British accent laced in his words, could he possibly be Curly?

“Are you —“ Before I could finish, a rough hand shake my shoulders.

I open my lids slowly, my eyes blinded by the bright ceiling lights. So, that was a dream. Why did it feel so real?

I glance around, realizing the familiar structure of a hospital's. My eyes soon landed Harry.

The curly hair, the green eyes, and the dimple—oh my god.

He is the guy from my dream!

My mind connects two and two together and my jaw drop open in shock.

Harry Styles is Curly.

Curly is Harry Styles.

The nice guy who kissed me at the carnival is the same guy who made my life hell.

It suddenly dawn to me why I hated One Direction so much. Technically, I didn't hate One Direction, I just hated one certain member of it. Although I did hate Harry, I don't anymore. No girl can resist his charming and adorable ways. However, the thought of him being Curly makes me want to gag in disgust.

'People change!' My mind protested me.

That's true...people do change. After a lot of deciding, I will give Harry a chance, if he doesn't tell me he's Curly soon, then I will stop the zoo in my stomach every time he smiles.

With so much on my mind, I didn't notice the boy's worry expressions, their body towering over my hospital bed.

“Bellz!” Zayn scream out my nickname, as if I died and came back to life.

The simple loud noise made my head pound as if someone is hammering my head.

I wince in pain, touching my head to see what happened to it.

My hand made contact with a fist size bump and bandage wrapping.

How many time must I hit my head? Why can't I break an arm or something else?

The accident...

Flashes of the car flipping over, forgetting my seat belt, and crashing my head through the front window causes shivers to run down my body.

Thirteen years ago, I lost memory of my past.

Thirteen years later, I lost my parents.

And right now, I'm living with five boys I thought I hated but slowly falling in love with.