Change My Mind~ A One Direction Love Story.

Since I was 13 years old, I never thought of love as something you needed to survive. I understood the basics of family love, and the unconditional love of a dog of some sort. I never truly understood the love connection between a man and a woman. You see, my father was divorced twice, and my mother once, so that lead me to believe the only point in finding someone, was to increase the human population. That was what I thought, until 2010 when my cousin, Zayn, introduced me to his band mate, Harry. Since late 2011 me and Harry have been an item, and I can't lie, I thought wrong about love.

"Aala! Are you sure you can't come, love?" Harry yelled from the front door,

"Yes, Harry. I'm feeling so sick right now, Another time," I replied

"Alright, I'll call you at 7 to check in babe, and please try and eat."

I replied with a simple mumble as I listened to the door close behind Harry. Lately he's been acting really weird, like he's been trying to cover something up. He's been being better with me though, at everything. Especially bed. We've been trying new positions, and going a lot longer than usual. Harry's even going slightly rougher. My best friend, Cece, has been suggesting that maybe he's seeing another girl, but I doubt it. He wouldn't risk getting caught by the paparazzi. Our connection has been slightly stronger lately, as weird as he's acting. I feel like that's just because he likes sex though, that's the way Harry is, but I do have a habit of always being suspicious, considering I'm still not fully convinced of this whole being in love thing. I don't want to risk hurting myself, or worse; having Harry hurt me. 

As Harry said, he called me at 7 to check on me. As I picked up the phone to my ear I heard Harry say "Quiet, I'm talking to her."

"Who's there?" I ask suspiciously,

"Uh, there's me, Niall, Liam, Zayn, Louis, Eleanor, Danielle, and Perrie. we're just out for a few drinks right now. How are you doing, love?" He asks with a concerned tone.

"I'm good. Just laying here like a lump."

"Well, maybe I should come home and change that," Harry says seductively,

"No, enjoy your night honey. I'm fine."

"Ok, have you eaten at all?"

"I had a cookie,'

"Aala, can you please try and eat for me, baby," Harry whined

"Fine, I'll try, but if I throw up on the carpet, you're cleaning it," I said jokingly

"Alright, alright. I'll see you when I get home, love." He replied before he hung up the phone.

That's chapter one of this story! want more? or...