Okay I lied. Chapter Three of Wild Ones(Harry Styles Love Story) wasn't that long. Well, fine. Wasn't long at all.
I'm sorry! I'm a stupid idiot, I'll sit my ass down in front of this computer and write the damn fourth chapter until my freaking fingers bleed.
Sorry you guys!
Christina
Friday, August 9, 2013
Wild Ones (A Harry Styles Love Story) Chapter Three
A/N
Before I start this chapter I wanted to say sorry the last one was so short, I was being a lazy bum so this one will totally be longer. Thanks you my beautiful readers!
Chapter Three
"Harry Styles." His husky breath tickled my ear. I stared into his beautiful green eyes-WAIT WAIT WAIT PAUSE. REWIND. PLAY.
"Harry Styles." PAUSE. REWIND. PLAY.
"Harry Styles." PAUSE. REWIND. PLAY.
"Harry Styles." PAUSE. REWIND. PLAY.
Beautiful green eyes?
No. No way am I stupid enough to fall for this boy. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA no.
And he walked away. Just like that. Gone.
You probably expect me to go after him and say all the stupid crap I'm supposed to say. But I just stood there, dumbstruck, starstruck, like I just got hit by a truck- that stupid idiot. He made me rhyme. Twice. Twice.
I stared at his back, trying to move, but I stood there frozen like an ice sculpture, frozen but melting slowly. And by the time I snapped back into reality, I picked up my books and shoved them in my bag. I Pushed my hair into a ponytail, walking home cautiously, not stepping on any cracks.
"Hey girl. How was the park?" Dallas asked me once I got home. I looked up at him, putting on a smile.
"Fine, fine," I answered. But I wasn't fine.
I texted Niall.
A: I have something to tell you
N: What is it?
A: I met Harry...
N: And...
A: He... Um...
N: Spit it out, Ella!
A: He kind of caught me studying.
N: Oh. My. God.
A: Yeah I know.
N: At least he didn't catch you in your glasses.
A: Are you saying I look bad in my glasses?
N: NO! I'm just saying that is he caught you in glasses and studying things wouldn't end well.
A: Yeah, whatever. I do look pretty dorky in my glasses. But what if he tells someone? My stupid life will be over. Over. O. V. E. R.
N: Okay, lets think about this. If he tells someone it will spread across the school. you'll be called a nerd and kicked out of the popular club and probably quit the cheer team because of your embarrassment and move to Canada and fake your own death. You'll dye your hair and eyebrows purple and tend a your own funeral as a punk girl named Candace saying you were your second cousin-to-be. Then you'll become an electrician and marry a plumber named Jerry and have twin girls named Mandy and Sandy.
A: Way to boost my confidence, bro.
N: Sorry. Wandering mind, you see.
A: Mm. What do I do?
N: What can you do?
A: Oh my god. PLAN PLAN PLAN PLAN PLAN.
N: WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT.
A: I'm feeling devious and mysterious today. You'll see.
N: I hate you.
A: I love you too. Gotta go. I need to plan my incredibly master plan.
I turned off my phone and threw it to the side. There had to be no distractions while I was forming a plan. None whatsoever. I got out a pencil and paper, drawing and planning until I felt like a rock, just sitting there at my desk, staring at my most master plan yet.
I brushed my teeth, putting in my over-night headgear with difficulty and putting my hair up in a bun. I changed into sweatpants and an old t-shirt and took out my contacts, washing my face and climbing into bed. I rested my head on my pillows, feeling proud and happy with myself.
Harry will never see it coming.
Before I start this chapter I wanted to say sorry the last one was so short, I was being a lazy bum so this one will totally be longer. Thanks you my beautiful readers!
Chapter Three
"Harry Styles." His husky breath tickled my ear. I stared into his beautiful green eyes-WAIT WAIT WAIT PAUSE. REWIND. PLAY.
"Harry Styles." PAUSE. REWIND. PLAY.
"Harry Styles." PAUSE. REWIND. PLAY.
"Harry Styles." PAUSE. REWIND. PLAY.
Beautiful green eyes?
No. No way am I stupid enough to fall for this boy. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA no.
And he walked away. Just like that. Gone.
You probably expect me to go after him and say all the stupid crap I'm supposed to say. But I just stood there, dumbstruck, starstruck, like I just got hit by a truck- that stupid idiot. He made me rhyme. Twice. Twice.
I stared at his back, trying to move, but I stood there frozen like an ice sculpture, frozen but melting slowly. And by the time I snapped back into reality, I picked up my books and shoved them in my bag. I Pushed my hair into a ponytail, walking home cautiously, not stepping on any cracks.
"Hey girl. How was the park?" Dallas asked me once I got home. I looked up at him, putting on a smile.
"Fine, fine," I answered. But I wasn't fine.
I texted Niall.
A: I have something to tell you
N: What is it?
A: I met Harry...
N: And...
A: He... Um...
N: Spit it out, Ella!
A: He kind of caught me studying.
N: Oh. My. God.
A: Yeah I know.
N: At least he didn't catch you in your glasses.
A: Are you saying I look bad in my glasses?
N: NO! I'm just saying that is he caught you in glasses and studying things wouldn't end well.
A: Yeah, whatever. I do look pretty dorky in my glasses. But what if he tells someone? My stupid life will be over. Over. O. V. E. R.
N: Okay, lets think about this. If he tells someone it will spread across the school. you'll be called a nerd and kicked out of the popular club and probably quit the cheer team because of your embarrassment and move to Canada and fake your own death. You'll dye your hair and eyebrows purple and tend a your own funeral as a punk girl named Candace saying you were your second cousin-to-be. Then you'll become an electrician and marry a plumber named Jerry and have twin girls named Mandy and Sandy.
A: Way to boost my confidence, bro.
N: Sorry. Wandering mind, you see.
A: Mm. What do I do?
N: What can you do?
A: Oh my god. PLAN PLAN PLAN PLAN PLAN.
N: WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT.
A: I'm feeling devious and mysterious today. You'll see.
N: I hate you.
A: I love you too. Gotta go. I need to plan my incredibly master plan.
I turned off my phone and threw it to the side. There had to be no distractions while I was forming a plan. None whatsoever. I got out a pencil and paper, drawing and planning until I felt like a rock, just sitting there at my desk, staring at my most master plan yet.
I brushed my teeth, putting in my over-night headgear with difficulty and putting my hair up in a bun. I changed into sweatpants and an old t-shirt and took out my contacts, washing my face and climbing into bed. I rested my head on my pillows, feeling proud and happy with myself.
Harry will never see it coming.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Wild Ones (A Harry Styles Love Story) Chapter Two
Chapter Two
"I'm going to the park! Be back in a couple hours!" I yelled threw the house.
"Kay!" my brother Dallas yelled back. I shut the door to my house, locking it behind me. I had my backpack full of books so I could study, even though I didn't need to, because I was going to the best college in the state in two years. I come to the park when I study because the wind and grass helps me think. Nobody who went to my school lived around here anyway, so, no big deal.
I sat down on my favorite grass spot right under a tree, my hair blowing softly in the breeze. I got out my books and notebook and started to study about Greek mythology. I had a test for that on Wednesday and-
"Ariella Thompson. Studying?" a voice said behind me. I whipped around, and a boy with curly brown hair and green eyes was staring into my blue ones.
"Uh.. n-no.. I-I'm not studying. I.. am.. um..." I stuttered. I was never a good liar. I bit the side of my cheek, shaking.
"Huh. Well seeing the most popular girl in your school studying in your local park definitely not something you see everyday."
"You see, I-wait, you live here too?" I said, surprised. He nodded.
"Right down the street," he answered. I bit my lip.
"Please. Please don't tell anybody," I begged him.
"Tell them what? That you've been lying to yourself and them for two years and that you're pretending to be something you're not?" he said roughly, suddenly angry.
"Exactly," I said, keeping my voice calm and steady. I saw his jaw tighten. "Look. I've been put through a lot of crap in my life and I've worked hard to get where I am. I don't need you ruining that." I looked him dead in the eyes, trying to read his face. I didn't get anything.
"Who are you, anyway?" I said frustrated. He didn't say anything for the first few seconds, and took to steps closer to me. He was too close. Much too close. But for some odd reason, I kind of liked it.
"Harry Styles."
A/N
OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH BET YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMING!!!
CHRISIE CREAM
P.S. oops I forgot to turn off my caps lock lol and I'm in a good mood today so yeah
"I'm going to the park! Be back in a couple hours!" I yelled threw the house.
"Kay!" my brother Dallas yelled back. I shut the door to my house, locking it behind me. I had my backpack full of books so I could study, even though I didn't need to, because I was going to the best college in the state in two years. I come to the park when I study because the wind and grass helps me think. Nobody who went to my school lived around here anyway, so, no big deal.
I sat down on my favorite grass spot right under a tree, my hair blowing softly in the breeze. I got out my books and notebook and started to study about Greek mythology. I had a test for that on Wednesday and-
"Ariella Thompson. Studying?" a voice said behind me. I whipped around, and a boy with curly brown hair and green eyes was staring into my blue ones.
"Uh.. n-no.. I-I'm not studying. I.. am.. um..." I stuttered. I was never a good liar. I bit the side of my cheek, shaking.
"Huh. Well seeing the most popular girl in your school studying in your local park definitely not something you see everyday."
"You see, I-wait, you live here too?" I said, surprised. He nodded.
"Right down the street," he answered. I bit my lip.
"Please. Please don't tell anybody," I begged him.
"Tell them what? That you've been lying to yourself and them for two years and that you're pretending to be something you're not?" he said roughly, suddenly angry.
"Exactly," I said, keeping my voice calm and steady. I saw his jaw tighten. "Look. I've been put through a lot of crap in my life and I've worked hard to get where I am. I don't need you ruining that." I looked him dead in the eyes, trying to read his face. I didn't get anything.
"Who are you, anyway?" I said frustrated. He didn't say anything for the first few seconds, and took to steps closer to me. He was too close. Much too close. But for some odd reason, I kind of liked it.
"Harry Styles."
A/N
OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH BET YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMING!!!
CHRISIE CREAM
P.S. oops I forgot to turn off my caps lock lol and I'm in a good mood today so yeah
Wild Ones (Harry Styles Love Story) Chapter One
Chapter One
What Ariella looks like:
I walked into my school, and everyone moved to form a path for my friends and I. Lets just say they were slightly bowing. The entire hall went silent as we walked in. Even the jocks stopped throwing the football, the nerds looked up from their books, and people stopped making out to get a closer look at us.
We were, the populars. The boy magnets. The cheerleaders. The rich ones. The girls every high school has that everyone was afraid of.
My name is Ariella Thompson. And what can I say? I was the leader.
We walked down the hall, my five besties following behind me. There was Carla and Darla Braden, Jodie Hoppe, Harper Farmer, and Ainsley Diemer. We made our way to our lockers which were arranged next to each other, and everyone soon went back to doing what they were doing before the most popular girls in the school walked in. My boyfriend, Noah, walked up to me from behind, sliding his arms around my waist.
"Hello Beautiful," he murmured in my ear. I smiled, butterflies in my stomach. I turned so I was facing him pulling him in for a kiss. Noah was the head of the football team, and soccer team, and baseball team, and so on. He was like addicted to sports.
The bell interrupted our kiss. "Later babe," I said, pecking his lips one last time before going to class. Every guy there was staring at me as usual, and Mr. Braden walked in, droning on and on about algebra and I was beyond bored since I secretly knew everything he was talking about. I was probably smarter than the whole nerd population in this school, but I had to pretend that I was dumb for my reputation. So, yeah. Carla and Darla were probably the least smartest kids in the school, but they only got good grades because their dad was the teacher.
When class was finally over, my best guy friend Niall walked up to me in the hallway.
"Hey, Ella. Can I have your-"
"No Niall you can not have my lunch," I said laughing. I knew Niall since kindergarten, and he has been one of my best friends ever since. He pouted, sticking his bottom lip out, begging me. You know me better than this, Niall. I never fall for the puppy face. I rolled my eyes and chuckled, going to my locker.
"Whatever. I can buy my own lunch," he said being sassy. I rolled my eyes again.
"Whatever you say, Nialler. Whatever you say."
"So. Have you met Harry? The new kid?" he asked. I put my book into my locker and got out my Spanish to English dictionary.
"Nope. Have you?"
"Yeah. He's... I don't know," he said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. I sensed the tension in the air hanging between us.
I raised an eyebrow. "Ooh, bad sign." I leaned against my locker. "What happened?"
I saw the anger build up in his face. "He's a complete a**! He comes here and acts like he knows everything and like he owns the place!" he yelled. I grabbed his shoulders, trying to get him to calm down. Niall had a short temper, and that wasn't helping right now.
"Chillax, Niall. Just calm down, lets talk about this. He can't be that bad. I mean, do you know anything about him?" I asked him. Niall's face went blank, and I knew that he didn't. "Maybe you should get to know him better before you judge him," I said. He sighed.
"You're so good at giving advice, Ella. You're basically telling me to stalk him."
"I am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"No."
"Yes."
"HA!"
"Dammit," I mumbled. I never win a fight with Niall. Oh well.
I was zoning out in gym when I thought of something.
But will I ever meet this Harry kid?
But, more importantly, will he be like Niall said he is?
What Ariella looks like:
I walked into my school, and everyone moved to form a path for my friends and I. Lets just say they were slightly bowing. The entire hall went silent as we walked in. Even the jocks stopped throwing the football, the nerds looked up from their books, and people stopped making out to get a closer look at us.
We were, the populars. The boy magnets. The cheerleaders. The rich ones. The girls every high school has that everyone was afraid of.
My name is Ariella Thompson. And what can I say? I was the leader.
We walked down the hall, my five besties following behind me. There was Carla and Darla Braden, Jodie Hoppe, Harper Farmer, and Ainsley Diemer. We made our way to our lockers which were arranged next to each other, and everyone soon went back to doing what they were doing before the most popular girls in the school walked in. My boyfriend, Noah, walked up to me from behind, sliding his arms around my waist.
"Hello Beautiful," he murmured in my ear. I smiled, butterflies in my stomach. I turned so I was facing him pulling him in for a kiss. Noah was the head of the football team, and soccer team, and baseball team, and so on. He was like addicted to sports.
The bell interrupted our kiss. "Later babe," I said, pecking his lips one last time before going to class. Every guy there was staring at me as usual, and Mr. Braden walked in, droning on and on about algebra and I was beyond bored since I secretly knew everything he was talking about. I was probably smarter than the whole nerd population in this school, but I had to pretend that I was dumb for my reputation. So, yeah. Carla and Darla were probably the least smartest kids in the school, but they only got good grades because their dad was the teacher.
When class was finally over, my best guy friend Niall walked up to me in the hallway.
"Hey, Ella. Can I have your-"
"No Niall you can not have my lunch," I said laughing. I knew Niall since kindergarten, and he has been one of my best friends ever since. He pouted, sticking his bottom lip out, begging me. You know me better than this, Niall. I never fall for the puppy face. I rolled my eyes and chuckled, going to my locker.
"Whatever. I can buy my own lunch," he said being sassy. I rolled my eyes again.
"Whatever you say, Nialler. Whatever you say."
"So. Have you met Harry? The new kid?" he asked. I put my book into my locker and got out my Spanish to English dictionary.
"Nope. Have you?"
"Yeah. He's... I don't know," he said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. I sensed the tension in the air hanging between us.
I raised an eyebrow. "Ooh, bad sign." I leaned against my locker. "What happened?"
I saw the anger build up in his face. "He's a complete a**! He comes here and acts like he knows everything and like he owns the place!" he yelled. I grabbed his shoulders, trying to get him to calm down. Niall had a short temper, and that wasn't helping right now.
"Chillax, Niall. Just calm down, lets talk about this. He can't be that bad. I mean, do you know anything about him?" I asked him. Niall's face went blank, and I knew that he didn't. "Maybe you should get to know him better before you judge him," I said. He sighed.
"You're so good at giving advice, Ella. You're basically telling me to stalk him."
"I am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"No."
"Yes."
"HA!"
"Dammit," I mumbled. I never win a fight with Niall. Oh well.
I was zoning out in gym when I thought of something.
But will I ever meet this Harry kid?
But, more importantly, will he be like Niall said he is?
Monday, August 5, 2013
Sunday, August 4, 2013
There's this guy name Josh that I think I have a crush on. He's my one of my friend's good friends, and I only see him about three times a year. Now is one of those times. He's been getting me really angry lately because he's threatened to tell my friend a secret that I trusted with him. I don't know what I feel towards him, but I'm really upset about it. I just feel so lonely and this blog is the only source have about my problems. I'm crying right now and I just feel so abandoned and that he hates me and I feel like its my fault and- I'm sorry. I'm just really sorry, Josh. I don't know what to do. I need some help here. You're scaring the life out of me about this secret. You always seem to make me laugh when I'm upset and I almost never see you not smiling or joking around with my friend and I. I'm not okay. I'm anything but okay.
Christina
Christina
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