All Chapters of Starstruck : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

" I mean how could i hate someone because of that?" He says."Well , I don't know . Last time i told someone my story, he left me and told me I was fucked up . I still remember it. He fought with me because i was talking to justin and couldn't pick his phone and told me that he doesn't even know my past for crying out loud and then i told him all about it and was crying just like always . After telling him , he was angry at me because of my past and told me that we could never work and his exact words were,'you are a fucked up little piece of shit . You led me on in this relationship while cheating on me with your bestfriend. Do you love justin? you have been in love with him since you were a child , that's why you ran to him the second you had the chance and you are cheating on me right now with justin too. That's the reason why you don't pick up my phone anymore. You know what i think? maybe your mom was having an affair too behind your dad's back and got caught ,that's why your

I wake up and try to get up from the bed but my hardwork is unsuccessful because harry's legs are tangled with mine and his arm is draped on my stomach holding me back . I look at him sleeeping . he looks cute and a little bit sexy with his messy tousled hair on the pillow and his hand holding me . Since harry is asleep , i trace my fingers up and own his face in a circular motion . he has those little freckles on his cheek and i trace those to engrave him in my memory for forever . he doesn't stir by me touching his face instead he pulls me towards him and snuggles closer ,rubbing his face in my neck . Since it's already time to wake up , i try to wake him up so i can get up and take a shower. i call his name a few times but he doesn't stir so i leave a trail of kisses on his head to cheeks and then chin. He smiles a little but still doesn't open his eyes. I think he is just pretending to sleep so i get my lips closer to his to kiss him but then i turn away . Then when i am getting

Shawn's pov:I wake up with a massive hangover and flashbacks of last night coming back to my mind.As soon as i realize , all the things I said to claire during game, I regret it.Shit,why did i say that stuff? She must've thought I was gone nuts..Fuck. fuck. fuck .The bell rings . At first , I think it might be someone's phone but then it rings again and then it hits me I slept at claire's after the stupid game.Fuck no. 2.I stand up and this small action makes my head hurt. I get on my feet to open the door and see claire sleeping peacefully, she looks so beautiful in her own element .she is the most beautiful thing, and I want her to be mine.I open the door and look ,look who is it? ."Harry.Hi, what are you doing here?"I ask him with a playful look .Fuck no.3.●●●●●●○○○○HARRY'S P.O.V :I ring the bell to claire's door to give her breakfast, I got for her.Her favourite donuts, her 'lifeline' as she calls them.They were these chocolate overfilled donuts with sugar on t

I enter the kitchen area and stop midway in my tracks . I see harry cooking something on the stove but that's not the main topic ,the scenery ,the reason to everyone's serendipity is him cooking shirtless with bed hair . I force myself to move a few steps and i am face to face with the not-so-familiar muscular torso from yesterday and pants hung dangerously low to elicit dirty thoughts early in the morning before i quashed them down. Harry turns his head up sensing my presence."what are you doing?" my voice comes quite breathier than it should have and the question i asked was really stupid since obviously he was cooking us breakfast."Pancakes" he answers pouring some batter on the pan . I make my way to the stove and stand near him . He does not look at me but looks over me ,his gaze following every inch of my body. His stare gets back to my face . He picks me up by my hips like i weigh nothing and places me on the kitchentop . He nuges my knees seperate and stand between my t

Claire's p.o.v;I pick myself up from my bed deciding that the moping time is officially over and look myself in the mirror. I am met with a ghost of me , the one with bloodshot red puffy eyes and heartbreak written all over her face. I go to the bathroom to wash my face before getting my clothes from the closet for a shower i so definitely need. I have washed my face but it isn't much help. My phone rings just when i leave the bathroom. It is justin videocalling me . I put it on the speaker."Hey babe. how are you and Mr. hotshot. I am sorry i had to end the phone in the morning . Hey, i can't see your face . Are you in the bed ,with harry?" He says cheerfully and it breaks my heart when i think of harry after he took his name . I reply but i don't show him my face yet . When he asks to see me again . I oblige because knowing him ,he can be stubborn as shit.I pick up the phone and manage the words out ,"Hey , boobear.""Claire, were you crying?" he asks when he notices my