Another Cinderella Story (Harry Styles Love Story)

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 7

Harry

I couldn't get that angel's voice out of my head.

The whole car ride that girl was on my mind. I needed to find out who she was.

I was determined to. "Harry!" Louis yelled snapping me out of my thoughts.

I looked up. "What?" I asked. "Did you hear what I just asked?" he asked. I gave him a blank stare. "No," I mumbled.

Louis groaned. "I asked if you want to get an ice cream with the lads," he said. I looked around the van and realized it was only me and Louis. 

I looked out the window and saw Liam, Niall, and Zayn ordering some ice cream. "Oh uh no thanks," I said.

Louis shrugged and hopped out of the van.

I sighed and stared out of the window.

Get over it Harry, you'll never find her I thought. It was probably true.

Her voice was just so perfect and I just couldn't stop thinking about it. 

I closed my eyes and fell asleep to the sound of the girl's voice replaying in my head.

Rosalie

I was sitting on my bed listening to my iPod.

Normally I kept only one ear bud in and the other out incase my parents came in, this time I had both in because they had just left to go out to a dinner with their co-workers.

I was humming along to Lego House by Ed Sheeran (love him) and I was looking at a magazine that was filled with differnt cute desserts.

It was really cool. 

To keep myself from getting bored while my parents were home I'd cook or bake. I was fairly good at it if I do say so myself.

I was determined to make some of these desserts. I chuckled to myself, but suddenly my door swung open.

My mom was staring at me with a blank expression. I didn't know if she was angry or just....I don't even know. 

"Rosalie Emma Winters," she said. Her voice was dangerously close to yelling.

I slowly took out my headphones and placed them on my bed. "If you are listening to that pop shit that you think is music, I swear I will take that iPod and smash it," she said.

My mom is strict. She always has to have everything perfect. She never has a hair out of place and she's extremely neat.

She never told me the real reason she hates music. 

"Mom come on!" I said. She narrowed her blue eyes at me. "Don't even start with me Rosalie," she said.

Another thing, she always calls me Rosalie, my full name. Everyone else, even my dad, calls me Rosie. 

She walked over to me, her heels clapping agains the wooden floor. She grabbed the iPod out of my hands and put it in her purse.

"You are banned from listening to that junk!" she yelled at me.

She pulled out another iPod. "Listen to this instead," and with a smug smile she left. I curiously pressed play and instantly my ears started bleeding.

Opera music blasted out of the thing and I swear I went deft for a few seconds. 

I quickly stopped it and fell back on my bed.

When my parents got home I knew I was going to get punished.

My dad was always on my side, my mom...not so much. 

I wondered about today. What if Harry had seen me? What if he knew it was me? I knew he'd probably bombard me with questions tomorrow.

Surprisingly I felt a little bad about missing our littler get together after school. Maybe he wasn't trying to flirt with me.

Maybe he did just want to be friends. I sighed. 

I just didn't know if I could trust him....yet. I decided maybe I should get to know the other lads a little better than him.

I was already friends with Liam from biology and Niall and I talked a little bit during maths. 

I guess I could try to be friends with Harry.