When Love Hurts (One Direction Fan Fiction) ON HOLD

Chapter 2 - Cinema & Awkwardness

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ALEX’S P.O.V

I walk over to my locker when school ends. Inside there’s a note. Umm? I wonder how someone got into my locker. I open up the note, and begin to read it. 

It says: 

Hey, Do you know who I am? 

If you don’t, follow the notes, love? Xx

Of course I wanted to find out, I had a secret admirer! 

I find the next note: 

Getting closer, love xx

I wonder who it is! I find the next one.

Hey. Look up Xx

As I look up, I find.. Harry Styles. Of course. How did I not figure that out? I should run.

“Hey love,” he says.

“Hi.” I say

“Do you want to see a film with me?” he asks.

“Not really, no.” I answer

“Oh.. Well that sucks because we were going to go see ‘The Hunger Games’ and I heard you wanted to see it soo bad…” he replies, winking.

Wow.. His dimples were so hot.

“Er… thanks..” he says.

Oh shit!! Did I just say that aloud? Crap.

“Er.. Yes you did.” he says again, looking confused.

Wow.. I really need to stop thinking stuff aloud.

“So.. Do you want to go see a film with me or not?” Harry asks, again.

“Uh.. Yeah sure,” I say, hoping he will forget the dimple comment.

I decided to call him Curly or maybe Curly Dimples.. But lets not tell him that.

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HARRY’S P.O.V

Well she thinks my dimples are hot.. Does that count for something? 

Oh! I almost forgot. Shes going to see a film with me. 

I guess I accomplished 2 things.

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ALEX’S P.O.V

Erm, I forgot.. Why did I come to the cinema with him? OH RIGHT. So he doesn’t remember I said he has hot dimples.

I didn’t mean it.

I’m not lying!

Okay.. Maybe he has CUTE dimples..

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FINE! I admit it. He has hot dimples! Are you happy?

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HARRY’S P.O.V

So now we have arrived at the theatre, I didn’t plan on watching ‘The Hunger Games’ at first.. But I guess if she wants to see it..

I want the other boys to meet her. I think Niall likes her, he was acting funny when I asked him if he knew Alex.

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“Why don’t you get us some good seats, while I buy the tickets, and popcorn?” I ask her.

“’Kay.” she replies.