Chasing The Playboy /// H.S Fanfiction

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Hey trolls!

Okay so I've literally been screaming for like 30 minutes when I got home and saw how much reads I had on this book. Like first it was 87 then it turned to 125 then all of a sudden it's 272. Thanks for everyone who's been reading since beginning till here. I know I don't say this much but love you guys!

Xoxo, LehTroller *^*

(He-said)

I woke up by the sound of my alarm clock. I picked up my phone and saw that it was Saturday. Why the fuck is my alarm going off on a saturday? As you can tell with my already most letting out cuss words already, I'm pretty pissed. I can't go what Zayn said out of my head. He loves her. He freaking loves her! I don't get why that's getting on my nerves, but it does. All of a sudden it seems like just the thought of him gets on my nerves.

I walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My curls were messy, sticking up all over the place. My green eyes were darkened with red all around them. I had bags under my eyes and a very obvious tired look on my face. I brushed my teeth and didn't bother to mess with my appearance, all I want to do is eat breakfast and go back to sleep. I feel like complete and utter shit.

I walk downstairs to see my mom already wandering around the house in a nervous and panic look. She dragged chairs, plates, and cups outside to our backyard. I followed her outside, regretting it when the light hit my face, but it was warm so I didn't mind, but then a big breeze of wind hit my body making me shiver. It's unusually warm because it's almost December, oh global warming. When I walked out dad was at the barbecue making hot dogs, burgers, and chicken. I didn't know what to comprehend of all this. Gemma was helping by setting down the salad and other foods on the tables such as side dishes and bread. What is going on?

"Oh no! No! No! Go put on something nice, and make yourself decent looking!" as those words come out of my nervous mom I just stared at her and let out a chuckle. "Ouch mom." I said sarcastically. She stopped and turned towards me, walking my way. I felt like I should run, or hide, because I've done something wrong. "Honey go get dressed. Right now. The Davis' will be coming over any minute!"

That's when it hit me. I forgot all about the barbecue we were having with the Davis family today. I took this as my opportunity, my opportunity to get Serena to forgive me. I could feel her anger from a mile away, and that I can't deal with. Plus this is a family to family dinner thing right? She'd have to listen to what I have to say. She can't take off like she does in school, and nearly everywhere else.

Slap. She slapped me. Tears running down her face and a stinging sensation on my cheek. I messed up big time and I know it. She tried to run off but before she could I grabbed her hand, stopping her. "I'm sorry." She turned to look at me and then at our hands. This just hurt her even more. She pulled her hand away full of anger. I watched her run off to her house tears falling behind her, her short hair flowing with the winds that blew and an aurora that I'd rather not be in right now.

I thought back to that day. The day I hurt her. I still feel horrible even though it was a few weeks ago and she really shouldn't be holding a grudge for this long. I still had the notebook. That day when she tore her hand away from me she dropped the notebook in the process. She forgot about it and ran off to her house, leaving me with everything I crushed in the palm of my hands.

I went back into the house and upstairs to my room. I opened my desk to see the green notebook with gold shimmer. The cover looked new but the papers were all wrinkled as if someone wrote on them. I let out a sigh and opened the notebook to the first page.

I won't let these little things slip,

Out,

Of my mouth,

But if I do,

It's you,

Oh they all add up to you,

I'm in love with you,

And all these little things.

10/26/14

My eyes widened at the lyrics that were spread across this one sheet. The cursive, perfect handwriting, with the thought filled words on the page. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to say.

And I can lend you broken parts,

Like this,

That might fit,

And I can give you all my heart,

So we can start it all over again.

11/3/14

I remember that date. That's the day I screamed at Marc for talking about Serena. It was the first time I talked about her lyrics at school. She heard it and ran off. Soon she forgot about it, but I didn't know she wrote about it.

If the room was burning,

I wouldn't even notice,

Cause you've been taking up my mind,

With your little white lies, little white lies

11/17/14

I chuckled remembering that date as well. It was when she got me to do the science project with her. I don't know how she did it, but with one small note, I said yes.

So my friends been telling me, you've been sleeping with my sweater,

And you can't stop missing me,

I bet my friends been telling you, I'm not doing much better,

Cause I'm missing half of me,

Being here without you, Is like I'm waking up to,

Only half a blue sky,

Kind of there but not quite,

I'm waking around with just one shoe,

I'm half a heart without you,

I'm half a women at best,

With half an arrow in my chest,

I miss everything we do,

I'm half a heart without you

11/29/14

The day of our date.

[all credits go to one direction for writing these songs, they are not mine they are one directions.]