The Path I choose...
"Really? Never mind!" (Part 2)
Harry's POV(Book debut, not the prequel's debut)
I stopped my car at the corner of Sammi's home. She walked out of her house. What is she up to? She walked to where the city was. I pulled on my jacket, and got the hood over my hair. I can NOT let her recognize me like last time I did a favor of Liam's, if you read my investigations. Through the shadows... Anyways, back to this story.
Sammi walked to a coffee shop. Oh! Starbucks. She went in, but I saw her eyes. Just when she looked out, they were red and had black shadows underneath. It's like she spent all her bedtime crying her eyes out. Is she guilty? She sat down at a booth, looking around the shop. Was she meeting someone? I stepped off the curb, but stopped in the middle of the street. Sammi had been sad, yet, her beauty-- stop it Harry! Al- right, I have to admit: I fancy Sammi Lukewood. Ever since she smacked Liam outside from where we all met, she was lovely.
That was the moment I was a freakin' idiot. A car sweved in my direction. I was frozen in place. The car stopped right at my feet. I was struck with danger.
"HARRY!" This was a girl. Oh, god. She screamed like a fan. Oh wait, false alarm.
"You're Sammi's friend, aren't you?" I asked her, when she parked the car at the curb. Her long eyelashes gave me dead-on looks.
"Yes. Natalie." She held her hand out. With what I'm guessing: She doesn't fancy One Direction as Sammi has done before. I shook her hand.
"What are you doing here? I'm guessing NOT a coincidence. You were staring at Sammi inside who's filled with regret and heartbreak, and confusion!" Natalie lashed at me with anger. Her dark eyes looked at me. Then again, I remembered she was at Sammi's party, and she and Zayn were talking. I remembered Zayn said she was hot. But I don't see it. I mean, I think she's pretty, but her personality is all over the place.
"I was thinking--"
"Do you like her? Because you know she's taken with Liam!" She screamed at me. I was blushing mad. And I fell on top of an outside table. Natalie caught me, but her nails dug into my wrist. "Answer. The. Question." She whispered in my ear.
"Fine, just let go! But I'll explain more if we just talk." I replied to her. She sighed.
"Fine."
Natalie's POV(Her debut since the last book!)
Crap. Why did I say yes? What if people thought I was on a date with him? If only this was Zayn...
Alright, I have a teensy- Sort of- HUGE crush on Zayn Malik. When we met, he smiled at me. Then he talked to me. I was nervous, I ran to Sammi's room. I took a seat Harry pulled a chair out, on the table he fell at. He sat in front of me.
"Listen, if a waitress comes and flirts with me, hold my hand. I am sorry, but I am tired of flirtascious girls with me." Harry asked me. I felt bad for him. These boys want a special girl for them. I can see now how Sammi is sweet with them. I nodded swiftly. A 16- year old girl came up. She fixed her hair, by means she pulled out her pony-tail and had her wind-blown gold hair in sexy curls I wished I had. She came by, and batted her eyes. Harry's eyes narrowed.
I put my hand on the table. He crept his hands on mine, with passionate eyes. The girl coughed.
"Oh, right." Harry said vaguely fake. I smiled. The waitress got annoyed.
"Just a cappocino(I don't know how to spell it, alright?)."
"Mine too." Harry put in. The waitress walked in.
"So what is the deal with the whole... looking for Sammi thing?" I asked him.
"Oh... uh. Is she dating anyone?" Harry asked me. I looked at him idiotly.
"Yes." I said longly.
"Who!?"
"Liam." I stuttered.
"Besides that!" Harry cursed. "Crumpets!" He spatted at me.
"Uh..."
"Here." The waitress smiled, winking at Harry, until we noticed she changed clothes. It was a white spagetti strapped tanktop, and she had her own jeans. She left inside.
"Wierd." I took a sip of my coffee.
"So who?" Harry rubbed my hand.
I stopped my car at the corner of Sammi's home. She walked out of her house. What is she up to? She walked to where the city was. I pulled on my jacket, and got the hood over my hair. I can NOT let her recognize me like last time I did a favor of Liam's, if you read my investigations. Through the shadows... Anyways, back to this story.
Sammi walked to a coffee shop. Oh! Starbucks. She went in, but I saw her eyes. Just when she looked out, they were red and had black shadows underneath. It's like she spent all her bedtime crying her eyes out. Is she guilty? She sat down at a booth, looking around the shop. Was she meeting someone? I stepped off the curb, but stopped in the middle of the street. Sammi had been sad, yet, her beauty-- stop it Harry! Al- right, I have to admit: I fancy Sammi Lukewood. Ever since she smacked Liam outside from where we all met, she was lovely.
That was the moment I was a freakin' idiot. A car sweved in my direction. I was frozen in place. The car stopped right at my feet. I was struck with danger.
"HARRY!" This was a girl. Oh, god. She screamed like a fan. Oh wait, false alarm.
"You're Sammi's friend, aren't you?" I asked her, when she parked the car at the curb. Her long eyelashes gave me dead-on looks.
"Yes. Natalie." She held her hand out. With what I'm guessing: She doesn't fancy One Direction as Sammi has done before. I shook her hand.
"What are you doing here? I'm guessing NOT a coincidence. You were staring at Sammi inside who's filled with regret and heartbreak, and confusion!" Natalie lashed at me with anger. Her dark eyes looked at me. Then again, I remembered she was at Sammi's party, and she and Zayn were talking. I remembered Zayn said she was hot. But I don't see it. I mean, I think she's pretty, but her personality is all over the place.
"I was thinking--"
"Do you like her? Because you know she's taken with Liam!" She screamed at me. I was blushing mad. And I fell on top of an outside table. Natalie caught me, but her nails dug into my wrist. "Answer. The. Question." She whispered in my ear.
"Fine, just let go! But I'll explain more if we just talk." I replied to her. She sighed.
"Fine."
Natalie's POV(Her debut since the last book!)
Crap. Why did I say yes? What if people thought I was on a date with him? If only this was Zayn...
Alright, I have a teensy- Sort of- HUGE crush on Zayn Malik. When we met, he smiled at me. Then he talked to me. I was nervous, I ran to Sammi's room. I took a seat Harry pulled a chair out, on the table he fell at. He sat in front of me.
"Listen, if a waitress comes and flirts with me, hold my hand. I am sorry, but I am tired of flirtascious girls with me." Harry asked me. I felt bad for him. These boys want a special girl for them. I can see now how Sammi is sweet with them. I nodded swiftly. A 16- year old girl came up. She fixed her hair, by means she pulled out her pony-tail and had her wind-blown gold hair in sexy curls I wished I had. She came by, and batted her eyes. Harry's eyes narrowed.
I put my hand on the table. He crept his hands on mine, with passionate eyes. The girl coughed.
"Oh, right." Harry said vaguely fake. I smiled. The waitress got annoyed.
"Just a cappocino(I don't know how to spell it, alright?)."
"Mine too." Harry put in. The waitress walked in.
"So what is the deal with the whole... looking for Sammi thing?" I asked him.
"Oh... uh. Is she dating anyone?" Harry asked me. I looked at him idiotly.
"Yes." I said longly.
"Who!?"
"Liam." I stuttered.
"Besides that!" Harry cursed. "Crumpets!" He spatted at me.
"Uh..."
"Here." The waitress smiled, winking at Harry, until we noticed she changed clothes. It was a white spagetti strapped tanktop, and she had her own jeans. She left inside.
"Wierd." I took a sip of my coffee.
"So who?" Harry rubbed my hand.
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