Harry's Angel (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 15 - Revelation

Sunday, June 10

I miss Harry Styles. I really do. I wish I could be in his arms, I wish I could relive the last embrace we shared before I had to go home. He said he'd text me, though, which he has these past couple days. Every time my phone rumbles, I find myself smirking like a dork, deeply hoping it was him who had texted me.

Of course, Harry's actions Niall warned me of still zoom through my mind every now and then. I try to not think much of it, however, only because there is a thin chance I will ever see Harry again. Sure, I may have somewhat a crush on him, but I don't know if I'd ever consider dating him. We'd barely get to see each other, and a long distance relationship would be difficult. There are so many things to consider in making such the decision as to date a teen pop star.

Anyway, I am currently sitting on my bed, listening to old Ashley Tisdale songs as I explore Twitter and read online articles about "Harry's Malibu Babe."

AllieCWatson: @Marebearmalik just remembering our conversation with @Louis_Tomlinson and @Real_Liam_Payne. gooddd timesss<3 i was laughing so hard

MarebearMalik: @AllieCWatson omg i know!! i miss them so much<33

 I smiled, seeing that Maryanne was on Twitter. Moments later, she texted me:

Maryanne Malik: hey the paps still at your house?

Allison Styles: nahh not right now..yet im still cooped up in my house reading an article about harry&me :P haha

Maryanne Malik: ahh ive read a few of those

Allison Styles: some of them are so weird nd im like..that didnt happen..

Maryanne Malik: ppl who make stuff up like that need to gettt outt

Allison Styles: ahaaa oh well itll end when they leave malibu

Maryanne Malik: yea they prob will (:

 I tossed my phone on my bed and stretched my legs. I desperately needed to get out of the house, whether the paps were out there or not. There were a few here this morning, but they'd kind of thinned out by noon, so I decided I might as well go for a walk.

I escaped my room and stood in the opened doorway, the early June heat tingling my arms as I sucked in the fresh air. I journeyed down the driveway, waving to the man mowing our lawn (Dad had prepaid for weekly landscaping a while ago), and he waved back. Strolling down the lawn, I stared at him. He was quite attractive, actually, with his dark hair and eyes.

I continued down the driveway until I reached the sidewalk and stared ahead to my neighbor, Mrs. Collins, who was attempting to start her lawn mower.  She was putting up quite a fight with the draw string, thrashing her body wildly but failing to start the engine.

I heard her swear loudly as she frustratedly released the string.  She groaned, mumbling things under her breath.  My heart swelled with pity for Mrs. Collins, who at least had to be in her mid fifties.  Knowing her to be such a feisty person, it came as a surpirse to me that she couldn't even start a lawn mower.

"Hey, Mrs. Collins, do you need help?"  I exclaimed, tugging nervously on the ends of my hair.  I've always been frightened of her, so I did not honestly expect a curtious reply.

She shoved her short hair at of her eyes then spun to me, glaring.  "Yeah, and what would a tiny, high school prom queen girl possibly know about starting a lawn mower?"