#3 - Ask Me Out (Harry Styles One Shot)

#3 - Ask Me Out (Harry Styles One Shot)

Okay, I want to thank you guys for the amazing support my last two one shots got! Thank you so much! 

This is a new one.

Word Count - 1,286

Harry Styles One Shot : Summary - High school drama has its perks and these two make the best of it. 

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You can do this, you can do this…I repeated it like a mantra over and over again in my head, the entire walk from the computer room to the ground. You have no reason to be nervous, you’ve nothing to lose. Okay, maybe you do but, it can’t get worse that how it already is. I kept my pace fast not trying to think too much about it. I just had to go and say it. There he was, sitting with his entire gang. He always is, Maddy. You’ll have to say it in front of them. C’mon what is the worse that could happen? – Except for being embarrassed the entire school year. No. No. You’re walking up to him and saying it. I oscillated twice near the tree before walking up to the gang.

They were, I don’t know, doesn’t every high school have a popular group? I walked up to him, who was sitting in between two girls, laughing. I stood in the centre and called out, “Harry?” Everyone looked up. Fuck.

His green eyes met mine, which were covered in my newly bought frames (pretty cool, actually). “What?” He replied. Why was his voice so deep and husky? Deep and husky laid with confusion because, I called out.

“Oh.” Shit. He raised his eyebrows, asking me to go on. “Nothing,” I ran out of there as fast as possible. Ran as fast as possible before collapsing on the other side of the field behind the little hut we called store room. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Now, they’re going to make fun of me for not speaking up and running away!” I screamed. I wanted to suddenly cry. How could I be such an idiot! Fucking hell! Now, I’ll never get the chance again. I sat on the ground, hitting my head against my hand, before I had to leave the school premises. Head bowed, I walked towards my house. I hate this. I hate my life! I’m going to be made fun off now! Teenagers! Always looking for new reasons to laugh at and entertain themselves. Where the fuck did I get the guts to actually up to him, in the first place?

“Do you know you talk to yourself?” A car stopped next to mine. “Or that you curse a lot?” It was him. Why was he talking to me? Because you ran away, idiot. I didn’t reply. No. No words. I just stood there, like a statue. “Can I drop you home?” He asked. No reply. I was staring at him like a dud. “Are you not going to reply?” He said, smiling a bit. He was having fun, that bastard. “Jesus. Say something. Or just get in!” He laughed a bit, running his fingers through his hair. Mine were the same length. “Get in!” He now, shouted. Something snapped and I opened the front door and sat down, looking straight forward, sitting completely stiff and erect. Cautious. He looked at me and frowned, I did the same. “Belt,” I swear, I had never worn the belt so fast, in my life.

After a little while of driving in his car, not talking of course - I mean, why will I talk now? Idiot. “Are you going to tell me directions to your house?” he raised as arms in question. I did. “Now you talk.” He laughed. “What was that back in the field?” He asked, looking at me, while I looked straight ahead, looking at the empty road. Do you remember my position? “Mute again, I see,” He huffed. “You’re Maddy, right?” He looked at me while I looked at him. “Why are you pouting? We have Economics, together?”

“Business.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. So…did you have anything important to say? You ran away quite fast too. Are you in the track team, or something?” He looked at me.

“No.”

“No? Alright. Umm…so, are you going to tell me or stay shut the whole ride. Or is it something to be said in front of all my friends?” He laughed.

“You know what, stop laughing! Do you realise the amount of guts required to come up to you in school? It’s like bloody going to up to your mother to let you do drugs! Can you imagine the amount!” What am I saying? Drugs? “And you, you have to sit there between the prettiest girls in school laughing and, if someone comes up to you- replying with a what? A fucking what? Who does that!”

“I’m sorry…” He whispered, a bit nervously, not that I heard him.

“I mean, all I wanted to come and say to you was that I like you! I always have, you know! Secretly! But, this is our last year! I definitely won’t see you again, and I wanted to say the one thing I’ve wanted to say from the last five years! Who cares what anybody thinks, right?! But, you’ve to raise those fucking gorgeous eyebrows with a why-is-she-talking-to-me look? How can somebody say anything!” He just stared into my face stopping in front of my house. “And now, I’ll be made fun of because of this thing, I wanted to tell you. I wasn’t expecting much in return, you know. I just wanted too…” I just realised by rambling session in Harry Styles’ car. “And I did…fuck.”

“Yeah, you did…” He whispered.

“Okay, umm…I’m going to go. Thank you for the ride.” I got out of his car in full speed and ran to my door but, he called out.

“So, this is it then?” He shouted a bit.

“Huh,” I said, innocently.

“What huh? You run away from me at school. Have hardly ever had a conversation with me. And, I give you a ride back home and you profess your last five year love to me and stop?” He got out his car and leaned against it, shutting the door. He looked so beautiful in his clack jeans and blue plaid shirt. Snap out of it.

“Umm.”

“What? Ask me out.” He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Don’t make fun of me.” I said, frowning.

“You don’t make fun of me. At least ask me out. What am I going to do with your rambling confession?”

“Are you serious?” I asked, a bit confused now. He shrugged his shoulders. “Okay then…” I walked up to him and stood right in front, looking up (he is tall). “Harry Styles…”

“Yes,” He said, smiling cheekily showing off both his dimples.

“Don’t smile.”

“Hey…That’s not nice.” He frowned.

“Harry Styles,” He stood up straight. “I discovered this amazing cafe, the other day…the sad part is that, I don’t want to go alone and since, you seem to be a nice company, I’d like to ask you to come with me…”

“Nice. Very romantic.” He said, sarcastically. “By the way, I’m not a nice company - I’m a fucking awesome company.”

I smirked.

“And, I accept your invitation to go to this amazing cafe.”

“Okay.” I nodded.

“Okay.” He nodded.

“Tomorrow at 7?” I kept nodding.

“Yeah okay, tomorrow at 7” So did he.

“Bye then,” I said, turning away and walking off before, he pulled me by my hand, then, wrapped his arm around my waist and attached his lips to mine. I swear my heart fluttered.

“By the way, I’ve been crushing since the last two years.” He whispered against my lips.

“Liar.”

“We can discuss this in detail at your awesome cafe,” He said, pulling away and opening his car door. “You’ll pick me up?”

“I own a Moped. You don’t mind, do you?” I asked.

“No.”

“Alright.”

“Alright.” He said, getting inside and driving off.

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Requests for more one shots here. 

YOU’RE TOO NICE

A one shot in which you are Kendall’s personal clothing consultant and Harry’s ex and see some very risqué pictures of the two of them on New Year’s Eve. But considering you’re a kind person, you let it go and someone you hoped to never see again calls you out for it.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

PRETTY BABY

A one shot in which Y/N and Harry are best friends that are ridiculously comfortable with each other and have too much time on their hands now that Harry is on break since he refuses to live in his own house and camps out at Y/N’s flat.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

ABOUT LAST NIGHT

Harry goes home for the holidays and stays afterwards considering he’s on break and runs into the little shy girl who always was sitting next to him in school alphabetically. Only, where arrogant Harry seems to be the same, Y/N isn’t that shy little girl with a crush that Harry remembers. 

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

HAND GESTURES

Y/N is absolutely done with being dressed like a high school prom queen whenever she steps out onto the red carpet. She’s finally establishing herself as the musician she wants to be but she feels ridiculous in her own skin from all these bedazzled costumes her stylist puts her in. But after a very interesting conversation with Harry Styles over his floral print life choices, Y/N finds herself with a brand hew stylist with a bit too much time on his hands. 

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

SPACE FRIENDS

When both Harry and Y/N are sexiled from their dorm rooms by their roommates, they end up together where Y/N geeks out about her love for astrophysics and space, and Harry enjoys listening. But after a long night of adventures together, it’s time to go back to the real world and all they know is each other’s names and that they’re space friends. And though she has an alright boyfriend and a busy life with no time for friends, Y/N finds herself wondering what her space friend is up to on a constant basis.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

HALLWAY CHATS

Harry just wants to live like a normal person his age since he’s on break and decides to move into an apartment building that Y/N has been living in since college. Harry is literally the worst roommate every and she can totally hear him singing through the walls late at night while he’s showering and just because he’s famous and can sing doesn’t mean he has to do it loudly so she has no problem marching on over there next door and pounding on his door telling him to shut up. Harry finds it all rather amusing but Y/N borderline wouldn’t mind killing him.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

HISTORY LESSONS 

A one shot in which Y/N is obsessed with history and Harry is obsessed with her and somehow, over a series of lessons on the Miracle of Dunkirk, they find a miracle of their own where they just don’t want to kill each other but actually wouldn’t mind cuddling late at night. 

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Short Stories (H.S.) - Not Interested (on Wattpad) http://w.tt/1P9SGaU

 These are Short Stories which involve Harry Styles. 

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