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Tell me something controversial about Harry Styles??

I’ll try to whip a blurb.

So loving the new pictures!

But, why isn’t his jacket or what overcoat considered culture appropriation? Because it’s Gucci?

It wasn’t so great at the very start. (Harry Styles imagine)

“It looks like the fame finally got to your head. Such a real shame.” With one last glare, my mum left my house. I groan, screaming then throwing the remote across the wall. God, she can be a real bitch sometimes and I hate it when we fight.

I glance at my vibrating phone, staring at it, fighting the urge to smash it as well. I sigh, picking up after a while. “Hey love, you ready? I sent the dress and Stella to do your make up.” The sound of Laura, my manager, echoes through the phone and I immediately frown. What dress?! What Stella?! “What are you talking about exactly?” I mumble, rubbing my temple, feeling dizzy all of a sudden. Damn my stupid anger issues. I can basically feel her anger radiating out of the phone. “The VMA’s tonight Anna, you’re bloody nominated for 3 awards!!” She exclaims and I sigh, looking down at my nails. “Do I have to go? Honestly, I’m not in the mood.” I say, laying down on my couch, staring at the ceiling. I can hear her mumbling through the phone and I shake my head to myself, not wanting to hear anymore yelling. “Okay okay, I’ll be ready.”

I hang up the phone before she could say another word. I head to my bathroom, taking a shower. Normally, before award shows, I take a long relaxing bath, but right now I’m in no mood. I get out of the shower, not drying my hair cause I know Stella would do it anyway. I hear the bell and quickly run downstairs to open. Stella comes in view with her blonde short hair, blue piercing eyes, like damn, I’m the celebrity here and she’s better looking. Stella has been my stylist for a while now and we’re great friends. “Hey there, someone told me you were grumpy.” She grins, walking in and going upstairs to my room. The dress was in a bag, so I couldn’t really see it. “Yeah, same old same old.” I shrug, sitting down on the chaur and look at her. “Just get done with it already, I’m in no mood.” I sigh. She starts doing my hair, finishing it along with my make up which I honestly loved. I mean, I look gorgeous whenever I have make up on, which makes me smile a little. “Amazing as always El.” I smile softly at her. She unzips the bag and takes out the dress. “There, I know your style.” She gives me a wink and honestly, I grin so wide cause Stella has the best taste in dresses. “You never fail to amaze me.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me. “Well, you can thank me later.” She winks at me, with a huge grin across her face. “Huh? Whatya mean?” I ask confused, wondering what diabolical plan she has in mind. “Well, I might have heard that you’ll be seated next to Harry Styles. I want you to sit me up with Niall.” She looks me dead in the eyes and I laugh a little. That girl with her unhealthy crush on Niall. I shake my head. “A. They’re on a hiatus, remember? B. I won’t ask him that, that would be the first time I meet the guy and I want to leave a good impression, so no thanks but no thanks.” She groans and whines, throwing my heels on the ground. “Not fair bitch!” She leaves the room, stomping like a little child whose mother said No about buying him a new toy. I shake my head, putting on my dress and high heels.

Yup, I’m the shortest celebrity ever. Try being 20 and only 5 feet tall.

I walk downstairs to see Stella in the kitchen eating my whole fridge. “Have fun with Harry.” She winks, teasing me. I may have had a crush on Harry Styles for a few years now and I may have had accidentally confessed it, so I’ll leave to your imagination about what the paps did. Lucky me, Harry never commented, which made me relieved but slightly disappointed and sad.

I get into the lemo and sigh, looking down at my phone, to see that my mum tweeted. I bite my lip, torn between whether I should open it or ignore it. I quickly open it and see the tweet. ‘It’s so sad when your own daughter won’t listen to you. #disappointed.’ I hold the phone tightly with my hand that it turns white. I quickly diall her number. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” I yell as soon as she picks up. “What do you mean?” She asks, I know what she’s doing, she’s playing innocent. “The tweet!! Do you know what will happen to me cause of this tweet?” I grit my teeth, shaking from anger. “You better watch your tune with me! That’s all you seem to be thinking about lately! Your image! Doesn’t matter your family. Call me when you’re done being a bitchy brat.” She snaps, hanging up in my face.

I was seeing red, I didn’t even notice that we arrived. I groan at the fact that I will have to act as normal as possible. My car door was opened and my team helped me outside. I walk down the carpet ready to take my shots. I smile my big winner smile, I mean I was famous for two things, voice and smile. A lot of people told me that I had a pretty smile, of course I’d never believe that for one bit. I pose for the paps and stay for a while until hell broke loose. “ANNA! WHAT’S THE DEAL WITH YOUR MUM?”, “ANNA! WHY WAS SHE TWEETING STUFF ABOUT YOU?” They all just kept shouting and it was getting on my nerves. I was about to open my mouth, when I felt a hand gripping my arm and pulls me away. Wise thing to do cause I have a bit of a dirty mouth and would’ve gotten myself in an even bigger problem.

I take my seat, placing my palm over my eyes, feeling a headache forming. “Dammit.” I mumble, rubbing my temples. I look at the seat beside me and see that Harry wasn’t here yet, which made me slightly disappointed. However, the show starts and the three awards I was nominated for were right after eachother. Best female artist, video of the year and best tour choice. I was up against some pretty grand names, but I was however determined to win, my fans were the best. One thing’s for sure, If I win, Taylor Swift will start some drama about it. See, me and Taylor aren’t really on great terms, I just don’t like hypocrites and fake bitches. She happens to be one of them. Ian Somerhalder and Zendaya were the one giving the first award. They both look to the envelope and grin widely. “Well, looks like someone couldn’t take only one award home, so she decided to take the three of them.” My heart began beating fast. God, three? I started feeling down, cause no way in hell I’d win three awards just like that. “Anna honey, why don’t you come over here and take your awards?” Ian smiles at me and I immediately freeze. I won?! I WON!! I blush deep red and smile like a fool, heading to the stage.

I hug both of them and take all three awards. “Oh wow, look at these.” I say, chuckling nervously. “Everyone knows that I suck at giving speeches so let’s pretend that I said some very inspiring meaningful speech.” I laugh, and everyone in the room does so. “Seriously though, I never expected that I would win, that’s a grand honour, and I’m so thankful to everyone especially my beloved fans. They’re my everything, my whole world and the only reason I am what I am today. Thanks to all of you.” Everyone awh’s, cheers and claps and I return to my seat, but this time someone was there. He was on his phone and I instantly got nervous. That’s the first time I ever meet him in person. The one and only man I’ve ever loved. Harry Styles in flesh and blood. I gulp and sit down cautiously.

“Congratulations.” I hear a deep voice from beside me and I glance at him, to see that he was smiling. Oh god, I could come right here. His dimples were obvious and he was looking at me and I’ve never knew how deep green hus eyes was until now. So beautiful and mesmerizing. I was at loss of words when I snapped of it when I realised that I was basically staring at him. “Oh ummm... ye... yeah thanks.” I stutter and I mentally slap myself for doing so. I press my legs together and I try to ease the pain of embarrassment I just caused myself. “You alright, love?” He asks again, looking at curiously and I regret what comes out of my mouth. “I’m Great! Can’t you see? Why wouldn’t I be alright huh?” I snap at him, then widen my eyes. Shit. What have I done to myself?! His smile drops and he nods his head. “Uhh yeah, sorry.” He says, in a flat tone and gets up, heading only god knows where. “W.. wait... I didn’t mean to.” I sigh, whispering to myself. “Pretty lame huh?” I thought I heard a snake talks, wait I was right. I turn around, to see Taylor sitting with her arms crossed in front of her chest with a stupid smirk across her face. “You that hopless? Really? C’mon I did way better when I was with him." She grins, raising her eyebrows. I know what she’s doing. She wants me to embaress myself. We’re in public, cameras are everywhere and I have a short temper. Surprisingly to her (and me) I smile, getting up. “Really? Then why didn’t you do better tonight? I beat you in all three awards, right?” Her smirk drops, which makes mine grows even wider. She grits her teeth and glares at me, doesn’t know what to say. “Thought so.” I wink at her, heading out. Sarah, one of my team, looks at me with a frown and I know what she wants, but I stop her. “I really am tired, I just wanna go home.” I sigh and she could see how desperate I was. She calls my lemo and I jump in, going home. As soon as I walk into my house, I take off my dress and head to the bathroom. I stay in my undergarments on the bathroom floor and I start crying. I don’t know how long I have been balling my eyes out, but I finally feel tired and drained out. I have a mini heart attack when I look at the mirror. Literally, my whole make up was down my face. I wash my face, taking off my make up, feeling somehow relaxed. I slip under the covers not bothering to put on any sort of clothing.

I am dark loving person so my windows, curtains and doors are always closed. I hate the sun. So when I wake up, I have difficulty knowing which time is it. This time is different, it feels like those times when I have been up for three days straight recording or when I was on tour. Feels like I have been hit on the head with a sledgehammer. I yawn, stretching and making those awful noises that I still have no idea where they come from. I glance at my phone noticing that it was already noon. I groan, about to whine when I remeber I have nothing today. “Thsi warms up my cold heart.” I yawn, whispering to myself. I bite my lip as I dial Laura’s number. “Hey listen, I need a favour. I want Harry Styles’ number.” I tell her as soon as she picks up and maybe that wasn’t such a good idea after all. She goes on and on at the number of guys she tried to set me up with and I refused and she doesn’t approve of my crush on Harry. “Trust me, I’m not asking him out. It’s urgent pleeeeeeease.” I whine, using my baby voice. She finally gives in and decides to look for the number and send it to me in a text. Two hours later my phone buzzes and I see that it’s a text from Laura and my face brightens up immediately when I see that the text has Harry’s number! I squeal and sit doen on the couch with the number in front of me. I take deep breathes in and out then million thoughts rush through my head. What if he hangs up in my face?! Wheat if he hates me?! What if he doesn’t answer?! What if his mum oicks up the phone?! I groan, shaking my head to get rid of these thoughts

I take a deep breath then click call. It rings for a little then he picks up. “Hello!” He says in a cheerful, happy tone. I immediately smile like a fool. That man will be the death of me. “Ummm Hey.” I mumble and I groan silently at how stupid I sound. “Oh Hello!” He days after a while, pretty sure he doesn’t know what to say. “Ummm.... this is Anna.” I say, slowly. Silence. Deafening silence that makes me want to cry. “Oh hi, how are you?” He says, hesitatingly. I’m so stupid. FML. “Listen, I’m sorry I got your number without your permission, but I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I was nervous and had some stuff going on.” I say quickly, closing my eyes shut. I hear him sigh then stay silent. God, he hates me. He doesn’t forgive me. “Oh well, looks like you don’t forgive me. I repeat my apologies.” I sigh, hanging up. I tear up, pouting. I ruined the only chance I have with the only guy I have ever loved. Moments later, my phone rings and I pick up sighing, not even bothering to look at the ID. “Love, I wasn’t mad at you in the first place.” I blink too many times, then pinch myself and to my luck. I’m awake. “Huh?” That was all I could let out. I hear him chuckle. “I knew why you were nervous. Cause you like me, hmmmm?” I hear the teasing tone of him and I smile, biting my lip as I feel my whole face turns red. “I.... No..... I was......” I try to form one correct word, but I can’t even function.

“It’s fine love. I like you too.”

Lovely

Inspired by the song Lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid

Not revised

Resquest here

“Thought I found a way

Thought I found a way out (found)

But you never go away (never go away)

So I guess I gotta stay now”

"Stop it!" she laughed loudly trying to escape his wiggling fingers.

"It's your fault, missy!" he shouted running after her. The empty field giving them all the space and privacy they oh, so loved.

He caught her in less than two minutes, with her help of course, and both of them stumbled down.

"Well, hello there," she smiled cheekily at his figure hovering hers. He stared at her lovingly, his eyes twinkling.

"You're the most beautiful woman I ever laid my eyes on," he breathed out, leaving her speechless for a moment.

Her mouth twitched, then a smile stretched her lips indulging one of his own. Soon their lips connected in that empty wild field.

“Oh, I hope someday I'll make it out of here

Even if it takes all night or a hundred years

Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near

Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear”

"Why don't you believe in me!" she cried from where she stood in the middle of their living room, watching with blurred eyes him pacing on the other side of it.

"How can I?!" he turned abruptly to look at her with angry eyes. "I know what I saw!"

"You don't know anything!" she was quick to respond. "I told you what happened how can you not believe me?" she sniffed, trying to recompose herself as she tried the tears that had already fallen with the cuffs of her sleeves.

"I can't deal with you right now," he grumbled and like that he left their home, left her a mess on their living room.

“Isn't it lovely, all alone

Heart made of glass, my mind of stone

Tear me to pieces, skin to bone

Hello, welcome home”

"'m sorry, love," he murmured in her ear as he cradled her in his arms. The comfort and warmth he gave her made her melt on his embrace, relishing in the kiss he placed upon her head as he caressed her hair, soothing her after the blown up.

It was their thing. Love, laugh, then fight and cry, then making up and continuing their cycle. She knew, yes she knew how unhealthy it was, everyone around her knew and told her countless times.

But how could she- how could she leave him and live without him when he is all she ever known? All she ever wanted and all she desired. She didn't mind fighting if she knew they would be back at how they used to in a moment.

She didn't mind being torn to pieces if it means him coming back to her, to their home, apologizing for his behavior and being his loving self again.

She didn't mind.

“Walking out of time

Looking for a better place (looking for a better place)

Something's on my mind

Always in my head space”

"Do you think we'll be better someday?" she asked him one day, her voice just above a whisper as to not disturb the atmosphere surrounding them as they laid on the empty field side by side.

"We will," he replied after some time and they went back to being silent. She didn't voice it, but in her mind, she asked, when?

“But I know someday I'll make it out of here

Even if it takes all night or a hundred years

Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near

Wanna feel alive outside I can't fight my fear”

"You need to leave him," she heard, "T-this isn't alright! He steps over you all the time and you let him! That's not how it is supposed to be"

She heard everything her friend told her with a blank expression, the only give away that she was indeed paying attention was the tears accumulating in her sad eyes.

"How?" she whispered and her friend's face fell. "I-I love him"

Sighing, she took her hand, squeezing it in comfort, "This isn't love," she said. "You'll understand someday, but you need to give yourself a chance- t-this isn't a life"

She stared at her friend's exasperated face, she was unconsciously biting the tip of her tongue, as she always did in emotional situations.

"Okay," she whispered, but in her had she added, someday.

.

Two months later she finally had the guts to change. They had just arrived from a party, one that didn't go well.

The silence that surrounded them on their way back and when they entered the house was deafening.

She walked up the stairs and to their room, him following her cautiously. He didn't know what to say, the right words at least. He waited for her to say something when she suddenly stopped in the middle of their bedroom by their bed, but she didn't say anything, instead, she stared at the bed as if it held something extremely important.

After minutes like this, he opened his mouth, "Love-" "I'm leaving"

Her words cut his and his body froze. "W-what?" he managed to crack when he saw her going to their closet.

She was finally doing it. Her heart was clenching and pounding rapidly in her ribcage as she reached for her suitcase. Her mind was running wild but at the same time, she felt empty as she packed.

"What are you doing?" he asked from the door, confusion and desperation lacing his words, "C'mon, l-let's talk it out. Everything will be alright," he tried coaxing her, stepping closer to take her in his arms.

She shook her head softly, her lips pursed to not let a word out as she finished. She passed by him, dodging his hand and went to their bathroom where she picked a few necessities.

The two stood in the middle of their bedroom once again, her suitcase now by her feet, the silence surrounding them uncomfortable. 

"It wasn't like that," he shook his head trying to catch her eyes as he spoke, but she stared intently at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing there. "You know I would never-"

"I don't," she whispered, finally accumulating enough courage to look up at him. "You gave the message very clear, I won't be on your way anymore," her head barely moved from one side to the other, "Be with whoever you want"

“But I love you,” he said looking into her eyes.

She bit her lip, it was so hard to do what she was doing. But she had to be strong now, so, releasing her lip, she spoke quietly, “This is not love”

And she left. She took a cab and she went to the only place she thought at that moment. She knocked on the door and everything washed over her when her friend opened the door, hair messy and face confused at someone knocking at her door so late, but it dissipated when she saw the mess in front of her. And she knew she had finally realized.

“Isn't it lovely, all alone

Heart made of glass, my mind of stone

Tear me to pieces, skin to bone

Hello, welcome home”

A tear rolled down her cheek as she felt the emotion she put in the lyrics. Her eyes met with his on the audience, his sitting figure staring at her with sadness and something similar to remorse perhaps, longing for something he lost and hearing her smooth voice singing her pain, pained him, hurt his heart and destroyed his mind at the outcome of something that began so beautifully.

“Woah, yeah

Yeah, ah

Woah, woah

Hello, welcome home”

The audience applauded her performance and she bowed her head slightly in appreciation, trying her best to hold on when all she felt was as if she was crumbling down.

"We will be together forever," he said as they stared at each other, eyes shining with happiness and love. Their breath still quite uneven after their share of love and trust. Their first time and the moment they most felt connected with each other.

"I love you," she declared caressing his face, a loving smile appearing on her lips.

"And I love you," he smiled back at her, "So, so, so much," he sealed his promise with a kiss.

The memories would last forever in her mind, she had no doubt of that. The love they had, the love she thought they had would be forever imprinted in her heart and soul.

But sometimes love just isn't enough.