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Chachi Gonzales
Works at I. aM. mE.
Studies at Home School
Lives in Huston, Texas
In a relationship with Harry Styles
Speaks Spanish, English
Born on January 23rd
ohai
idk if some of you still follow me, but haei, i’m here to interrupt your rp business ~
Surprise, surprise. || Chachi & Harry.
Feeling the plane land on the ground, Harry awoken from the slight bumps here and there while the plane landed, slowly coming to a stop. He looked at the sign where it would say that you can un-buckle your seat belts so you may get your belongings together and leave. He stared at it, thinking it would change while he did so. A few moments it did and Harry sprung up quickly getting his few things that he brought along with him and waited to get off the stuffy crowded plane. Harry came aboard alone, leaving his best mates back in Australia to come back to America to visit his girlfriend that he missed dearly, Chachi. Harry and and other lads have been traveling, touring, promoting, singing their hearts out, while his girlfriend was just here in the States missing him. Every time he would have thoughts about her, which was every single day, he desired to be with her, to hold her in his arms and just love her like a boyfriend should do. But he couldn’t, he just could not. So he sneaked out, bought a ticket to surprise her without letting anyone know, no one. They are probably freaking out by now, wondering where he was. Harry will be in lots of trouble when they find out that he came all the way here just to see some girl he was currently with. Chachi wasn’t just some girl, she was his best friend, advice giver, his everything really. The management wouldn’t understand him anyways.
“Here, its a 100. Keep the change.” Harry said happily, tossing the hundred dollar bill into the taxi window, paying the cab driver the money he owed him. Harry held out his Iphone, quickly texting her a message. Hey.. I miss you babe. What are you doing? xx , It read. He pressed send. Harry finally reached her house, and quietly sat down on the steps, not making a sound that could be heard from the inside. Harry was not going to ring the door bell or even knock. He was going to some how surprise her. He was going to act like he was still in Australia, but really he was sitting on the stairs of her house, waiting for her to come outside.
A loud groan escaped Chachi’s mouth as she woke up, quite boredly. She pushed her head under her pillow, wanting to block out the sunlight from her sight. She was tired, bored, hungry, lazy, and felt it was so much easier to just go back to sleep. Despite the not-so-often travel, or class with her crew, or several dancers, Chachi’s schedule had been quite lame. It seemed that she spent most of her off time thinking about her boyfriend; who’d been travelling all over the world doing what he does best, being amazing. Being flawless. Being talented. Being sweet. Being charming. Being Harry Styles. Everywhere Chachi went, he seemed to appear. On the radio, on television, on billboards, in conversations with her friends; everywhere. And in all honesty, the mass amounts of her missing him was about to drive her insane.
After a while, realising sleep wouldn’t come, she pushed herself up and out of bed, throwing a hand towards her head, which at the moment was topped with a nest of tangeled hair. Chachi sighed and grudged over to the bathroom, turning on the light and taming her hair with a brush. Although she had no plans today, she always felt obligated to get dressed in something, as long as it was comfy (even though the day might aswell be half over). With her line of work, sometimes things came up unexpectedly, and she was forced to go out and teach something, or perform somewhere. Luckily, she loved it, as long as she was surrounded by dancers and fans. It made the job so much more welcoming, so much easier. After taming her appearance and applying minimal makeup, she returned to her room, to find her phone vibrating loudly against her bedstand. She sighed for a second, when she realised the posibility of who could be texting her. It was almost immediate that a smile appeared on her face, as she jumped towards her phone, quickly opening the text that confirmed her suspicions. It was from Harry, and she couldn’t help but grin. She thumbed out a reply eagerly, Fuzzy, asdsgk, I miss you too. A lot. I’m not doing anything, slept in pretty late. I love you! She smiled, and looked at her phone for a minute, before pressing send. Harry was like a dream to her, so amazing, she could never find words to explain just how he made her feel. Currently, she knew he was in Australia with the rest of the boys, putting him an entire continent away. Her smile faded a bit, as she put her phone down and walked over to her closet, picking out a pair of skinny jeans, Vans, one of Harry’s shirts, and her 1D sweater. As much as she loved Justin Bieber, Harry topped him, and wearing his face on her sweater put a bounce into her step. She grabbed her phone and walked downstairs to an empty house. God knows where the rest of her family was; but she didn’t mind being alone.
Well, she did, slightly. Especially because the house was free of food, and she wanted a donut. She sighed and sat down in the kitchen, typing out another message to Harry. My family’s in oblivion and I want donuts. How long is it from Australia to the States?
I miss Chachi..
I’m sorry, but I feel the need to just come and love you right now. I want to cuddle. I miss you.
harrrystyless Hey Babe. Just wanted to let you know that I love you forever and ever and I'll never let you go. You're my everything.
Asladkghlkhg, insert something really deep and cheesy right here. You’re too amazing, wondrous, alksdlkshdg. Too perfect for words.
