{ON HOLD} Sorry I'm Not Perfect (One Direction/Harry Styles)

Chapter 1 - Bumping Into Him

Three years later

Vee's POV

 I looked myself in the mirror. The blue eyes and the same long brown hair. I still looked the same as I did three years ago, but I wasn't the same girl anymore. I wasn't happy. Atleast I still wasn't one of those depressed girls. Even if I had my scars, I've had those nights when I could do nothing but cry, that one and only suicide attempt...

All of that thanks to one boy who broke my heart.

Louis William Tomlinson.

I didn't want to remember his name. I didn't want to remember him. But that was kind of hard when I saw him on every magazine's front page. And it annoyed me as hell.

As I cleared my thoughts I went out of the bathroom and into the livingroom. It felt pretty awesome to call this my flat. My own. Nobody's but mine.

I looked around. It wasn't that big, but you couldn't call it small either. It was somewhere between. 

I turned the TV on and sat down on the sofa.

Then I screamed, loud as heck.

Cher Lloyd was on the screen. I'd been obsessed with her since X Factor and I just loved here. That was the only time you could be proud over being a brat, as her fans is called.

When she wasn't on the TV anymore, I got bored right away. I took my phone - screw iPhones - out of my pocket and texted, my one and only best friend, Dev. Or, her name's really Devonne, but she hates getting called that.

 To Dev<3:

Grab a cup of coffee? <3

 We both hated coffee, but 'grab a cup of coffee?' meant 'let's go out and windowshop and then go to Starbucks and order something except coffee, eh?' in our own little best-friend-language.

As all I could to was to wait for a reply, I got up from the sofa and went into the kitchen. I had to do all the cooking alone from now on. And all I could do was spaghetti.

I heard Grade 8 by Ed Sheeran playing. As Ed Sheeran also was one of my obsessions and I'd forgot my ringtone I guessed it was my phone. 

 I went to grab it. Yup, it was my phone. I checked the caller ID. Ofcourse Dev needed to call instead of answering my text.

"Well hello, my beloved friend." I said in a kind of romantic tone. That was our way of answering the phone.

I could feel her rolling her eyes.

"Either way, I saw I'd got a text from you but I was too lazy to read it. What'd you want?"

Dev was one weird person... As I am too. I think.

"'Kay, but wanna go out a while?"

"It was a while since we did, wasn't Parker?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Just answer the damn question, O'Neil."

"I hate my surname in these situations..." she mumbled. "But yeah, that'd be fun. Meet at Starbucks?"

I nodded, even though she couldn't see it.

"Sounds great."

"Good. Bye whore!"

"Lol, by beloved slut." I said before quitting the call.

Best friend conversations... I just loved them.

I got into the bathroom again, just to look myself in the mirror. At the moment, I didn't have any make up at all on my face.

All I put on was some concealer and mascara. Like, what else did you need?

As I got ready for going out in public, I put my beloved Superman-converse on (A/N: I actually have a pair of Superman-converse I bought in London when I was there, haha! ) and a summerjacket. It wasn't cold, but it wasn't hot either.

I got out of my flat, and headed to Starbucks.

As I got in to the shop, I looked for my blackhaired best friend. And she was sitting alone in the back.

"Well hello there." I said when I'd walked up to her.

A few moments later I sat down. I saw two smoothies on the table. She knew me like herself.

"Hi!" she said, giving me this huge smile.

"You seem happy today, huh?" I said, rasing an eyebrow.

She blushed a bit and a huge grin printed my face.

"Tell me mo-"

"VEE, DON'T YOU DARE START SINGING THAT STUPID GREASE-SONG."

"I wasn't going to..." I mumbled, lying. I had something printed in my mind that made me sing Grease-songs now and then. Sigh.

"But whatever. Dev, why do you got that big smile?"

"You know Derek, that cute guy working here?"

Oh sure he was cute. According to normal girls that thought Justin Bieber looked good. Not because he's ugly, but I just don't find him attractive.

"Yeah?" I said, rasing an eyebrow.

"I've got this crush on him aaaaand.. he asked for my number!"

She had a wide smile on her face, and I got one too.

"I'm so happy for you Dev! The two of you would be so cute together."

She nodded.

"Thanks. But should we get going? I want to discover the new things in the shops!"

Now it was my time to nod.

"Sure. Let's go." I smiled as I stood up, waiting for Dev. 

As she stood up, we walked out of the Starbucksshop.

Right after the door got closed, I felt that I bumped inte to someone.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" I said, looking up.

The person - pretty sure a 'he' - had a hood and sunglasses on. His friend - I suppose - wore the same. 

The one thad I'd bumped into took his sunglasses off and I remembered those blue eyes.

"Vee?" he said. As I heard his voice, I knew it was him. Oh fuck.

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~ Author's Note

I just hope the chapter was long enough and that everyone that have read it, liked it. To everyone that has read this; I LOVE YOU. xxx

Song of the chapter is "When She Was Mine" by Lawson because I listened to it most of the time I wrote this chapter. :)x

And somehow, it feels like Vee reminds me of myself... Except that she doesn't find Justin attractive but whatever.

- Bea x