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 After her mother sends her to her Aunts Hospital, Isabelle is assigned a patient to become his friend. But, there are more colors to Harry Styles than she initially, guessed and not everyone was prepared for them.

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The Fixing Procedure (Harry Styles)l WATTY'S 2017 l (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/lttf307GVF After her mother sends her to her Aunts Hospital, Isabelle is assigned a patient to become his friend. But, there are more colours to Harry Styles than she initially, guessed and not everyone was prepared for them. Credit to the owner of the picture* Copyright ©theStylesproject 2016: ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS WORK CONTAINS MATERIAL PROTECTED U…

The Fixing Procedure (Harry Styles)l WATTY'S 2017 l (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/TaLzbIaHVF After her mother sends her to her Aunts Hospital, Isabelle is assigned a patient to become his friend. But, there are more colours to Harry Styles than she initially, guessed and not everyone was prepared for them. Credit to the owner of the picture* Copyright ©theStylesproject 2016: ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS WORK CONTAINS MATERIAL PROTECTED U…

Suit & Tie (Harry Styles au) [REPOSTED] (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/xFiUm3Jp1H Harry Styles. 24 years old. CEO. Self made millionaire. He's New York's most eligible bachelor. Every man and women within 100 miles knows his name. But no one recalled knows Harry. Norah Wilson. 22 years old. Fashion intern. Self proclaimed mess. She moved from a small town in North Carolina to pursue her dreams in the fashion world. After …

#52 Playing the Intermediary Part 3 (Harry Styles)

Sorry for the delay! It’s long so I hope it makes up for the wait! 

MERRY CHRISTMAS! 

SUMMARY:  Where Y/N plays the intermediary in a breakup and is stuck with the ex-boyfriend.

Part 1, Part 2 

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“I don’t want to love a love like yours.”

“I don’t feel too well,” I said, after a few minutes of silence. “My head’s spinning too fast.” I almost fell on him.

“Okay, okay, here sit down,” Harry made me sit down on the bench.

“No, no I think, I want to go home now,” I stumbled onto him and he caught me.

The next I remember is waking up in my room. I was still in my dress which now had my one boob popping out. I groaned, getting out of my head, noticing the medicine and the glass of water kept on the nightstand.

I hope you feel better.  H.

This was nice of him. Did he bring me back? I walked to the kitchen, stopping when I saw a half-naked man cooking food. I picked up the vase on the side almost as an instinct, as I walked forward.

“Oh hey, you’re up!” He turned around. Harry.

“What are you doing here?” I shouted, and then held my head because of the pain.

“Cooking us breakfast,” He shrugged. I gave him a look. “What? No, thank you? It was some effort carrying you back home. You didn’t expect me to leave and look for a cab at 3 am, did you?”

“Thank you,” I was grateful that I was back home safe.

“You’ve a nice place here,” He complimented and took out two plates.He had made eggs and bacon. He even had the coffee ready. “Did you have your medicine?”

“Yeah, umm, thanks, it belongs to my aunt.”

“This studio? Why does she own studios?” He asked.

“Umm, she had bought it for her daughter, but she, umm she passed away so, she gave it to me since, I was studying here as well. It is difficult to find a place here anyway. I’m fortunate,” I told him. Why did I have to tell him such details?

“You definitely are, it’s a beautiful place, and in the centre. Where do your parents live?” He asked.

“The food looks nice,” I changed the topic. “Thanks for making it.”

I think he got the clue and didn’t push it, “There you go, you have all your supplies ready. It was easy.”

“I like taking care of myself,” I smiled. “Where’s your shirt?” Not that I minded. He was a little too sexy to keep it all covered, and the attraction level for me was at an all-time high. I couldn’t say the same for him.

“Oh, it got wet in the rain. It still is wet.”

I got up and went to a room to take some large sized T-shirt out that I had bought for comfort clothes. “Wear this.”

“Thanks, your boyfriends?”

“I told you, I have never had a boyfriend,” I took a bite of my food. I moaned, “This is so good!” Harry laughed. “So, what did you mean about helping you?” I asked.

“Let it be, I don’t know what I was thinking,” he shook his head.

“No, tell me. You’ve made me feel guilty enough,” I said.

“Don’t you think you should feel that?” His eyes changed. He became so different when he was angry. “You take out the worst in me.” He picked up his plate and started washing it.

“I’m sorry that your heart is broken. But, I really didn’t break it. For the longest time, I knew her, she has never said anything positive about you. Ever. When I first saw you, I kept thinking that there should be something rotten about you which she hated. I still can’t figure it out. But, she detested being with you. I didn’t like seeing her that way, and so I helped her. I thought it was the right thing to do at that time. I thought I was saving both of you…”

“Who are you to save us?” He shouted. I took a step back.

“What do you want me to do now?” I asked, tears falling from my eyes.

“You thought there was something wrong with me? He asked turning around, his hands still clutching the table.

“There had to be, why would you run away from someone who loves you that much?” I thought, “But, maybe it was because you guys didn’t fit. You can now move on, and find your girl!”

“You know, do me a favour and don’t advise me. You cost me a relationship with a girl I wanted to marry. I think I have had enough.” He said, wiping his hands.

“Maybe you should stop blaming me and blame yourself and your girlfriend for having a relationship of hate and disgust. Fine, I am sorry that it was my voice that hurt you, but it was your girlfriend that ended it. It is the girl who you want to marry who danced and rejoiced after she broke your heart,” I took a step towards him with every line. He couldn’t take me as the one at fault. “She constantly cheated on you, started dating other men, almost instantly after she broke up. Said that you were controlling and the worst relationship she has ever had, and worse, Harry. I am sorry if that is the girl you love, but don’t blame me for being a horrible boyfriend that made the love of his life hate him as much as she wished you’d die!” I covered my mouth with my hand instantly. He was not supposed to know this. What have I done?

I saw a tear fall out of his eyes, and my heart shattered into pieces. First, it was this physical calling that I couldn’t get out my mind whenever he was near me, and now this. I instantly wrapped my hands around him and hugged him tightly. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I shouldn’t have said this to him. It was like holding a rock, cause he didn’t move. I apologized profusely, into his chest, told him that I didn’t mean it, this he wasn’t supposed to know. I repeated I’m sorry again and again.

Time passed, and then I felt his hands wrap around me to only push me away. “Don’t.” That was all he said before he collected his things and left.

—-

I didn’t talk to Harry for the next entire month. It was getting hard for me because against all my rational thinking, my heart had developed a crush on him. He was everything I admired about a guy put into one. It was a joke on me. Not being in a relationship ever, and then finally finding someone I admired at every step was horrible, especially when he used to turn around and walk away whenever he saw me.

I was at an art exhibition today. He was studying Media and Management, but he was an artist on the side, and his work was up today. We had common friends, and he had invited them. I paid for my ticket. I tried to look as pretty as I could. I knew his standards were high, and he never saw me. I was a lovesick idiot who hoped against all my beliefs that this would never work out.

Keeping to myself, I looked at the all the artists, slowly making my way to his work. It was a portrait of a girl sleeping. What shocked me was that it looked so much like me from that night, and then not. The dress was similar, and she was half covered with the blanket wrapped around her. I felt invaded, I felt heartbroken because he wasn’t showing any beauty in this. I walked to the next one. It was a girl sitting with a pile of books in what seemed like a cafe. She had my specs, she had my tattoo, she looked like a sick version of me. I saw the third, the last one. It was an image of a girl, looking as if she was getting off, on a log of wood. It was the worst. She was holding a knife that she had plunged into the wood. The work was called “heartless”.

I took a step back. Is this what he thought of me? This was me. It was no doubt. He must have seen my tattoo, and he had clearly used it. If there was any other sign, I would have believed otherwise. He projected the entire hatred he should be feeling for his girlfriend on me. My heart broke into pieces and tears fell down from my eyes. Wrapping my palm around my mouth, and my hand on my stomach, I tried to calm down. I had always been emotional, so connected and this broke me. I turned around and saw him standing in a suit with his hands in his pocket, his face blank, just looking at me. My hands fell down defeated, and I ran away.

—-

I felt sick. I had never had anyone hate me like this before. And, to be hated by the guy I really liked crushed me. Sara didn’t have anything to say. She told me that after I had told her about his work, she contacted him. And he replied with,

Not everything is about you. Anyway, you mean nothing to me.

At this moment, I felt nothing for Sara. She seemed hurt and, it really didn’t matter anymore. I don’t know if it was her being selfish, or him being irrational, but I had had enough, and I needed to step away from this duo. This time it was me who was running away from him in the corridors. I was hanging with a different set of group, trying to at least not take his friends away. My heart was broken, and I didn’t want anything to do with him or his issues.

The time I couldn’t ignore was when our common friend, Matthew threw his birthday party. I tried keeping away most of the time, trying to get drunk and talk to other guys, trying to Chanel some part of myself which could be attractive. I was suddenly, pulled in a game that I didn’t know, and I sat down lost, as the bottle rotated in front of me and it stopping between Harry and I. Everyone cheered, and Harry rolled his eyes. I was confused. What was happening? He crawled on his knees cutting the circle, as my eyes met his. Before I could turn away, his hands held my face and his lips were on mine. I couldn’t react. It was my first kiss. I didn’t want it to happen this way. I didn’t want him to have it. His power on me, made me respond and he put his tongue in as people cheered and shouted. It was then I pushed him away. I knew I looked bewildered, and he looked at me like, “what is the big deal?”

I could cry, I think I was crying. I got up, and walked away, pushing through the crowd as I heard my friends call me. I quickly booked a cab and stood in front of the gate. “Five mins, just five mins,” I whispered to myself.

“What the fuck happened?” I heard his voice, and a chill went down my spine. I turned around, knowing my makeup was all wet. His eyes seemed greener under the lights. I didn’t respond, and I turned around, trying to check how far the cab was now. “You made a scene back there, I deserve to know the issue since I was the one kissing. And, I am definitely not a horrible kisser.” He almost laughed.

“You are not. Is that enough for your ego? You can go now,” I said, trying to control my shivering.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” He asked again, trying to make me turn around. He pulled harshly the second time and, I yelled.

“It was my first kiss, you fucking asshole!”

“What?”

“And, no! I didn’t want it to be in a party, in a game, in front of people treating it as a joke with a guy who thinks I get off at hurting people!”

Harry came forward, “That’s not what I was trying to show-“

“I don’t care. I have never felt so invalid, worthless, and pathetic as you made me feel. You could have just written my name along with it because everyone knows it’s me. Everyone who has seen my tattoo knows that I am a sick human being who hurt you, while your pathetic girlfriend can go scot free. You are just using me because I am here to take your anger! You are screwed up!” I hit his chest, “You win! I get it I am horrible and ugly and pathetic and just wrong, and I don’t have any right to help people because I have never been loved. Not by parents, not by my friends, and it will never be by the guy I liked because he sees me as sick and disgusting. I saw it, and you win! Are you happy to see me as miserable as you?”

“Madame, did you order a cab?” The driver cuts us off, and I turned around.

“Yes, thank you,” I opened the car door, and turned to look at him. He was just staring at me. I shook my head and sat inside, asking the person to drive.

—

Request for Part 4? Please send some ideas? What you think about the Harry and Y/N? Who do you guys think is in the wrong? I need help with the plot a bit. 

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Harry having a really complicated night time ritual from skincare to the way he arranges his pillows to how many goodnight kisses he needs and getting all frustrated when you try to interfere

“No, and ask him to call me in the morning. The first thing so I can put it in the schedule,” you heard him say on the phone and could almost picture the frown on his face. “I don’t get it, he knew for weeks. Why can’t it be scheduled so I know how it is suppose to take place. Does everything need to be last minute. We should get a new guy, Jeff. I’m tired of taking creativity as an excuse of not being professional,” you heard it escalate. Harry hated when he didn’t have the next day scheduled during his work time. He had to email himself the next days schedule and not be surprised with something random that always had the possibility of making front page. You heard him cut the call. “Are you coming to bed?” He asked you, and you stopped typing.

“I was thinking of finishing the -” you started.

“Not today petal, I really need you to sleep. You were up late yesterday as well. It ruins your sleep schedule,” he said, walking up the stairs as you shut your laptop. Your mother loved him cause he kept you on track. You were thankful that you loved him too much to cut his head off.

Fifteen minutes later of clearing everything which was your night time schedule, you walked up to the room to see Harry shaving, something that was the part of his extensive night time schedule. He had put you up in one as well. So it was a solid washing your face, putting some serum and then cream while brushing for you while his, was far too extensive for you to keep track of. You didn’t mind it. One of you had to be the diva and it suited Harry much more than you. “Did you apply the cream to your soles? They’ll hurt like shit if they crack again.” He reminded you, but like usual he wasn’t lovey about it. He sounded like your mother. You weren’t living with your mother though, you were living with your boyfriend.

“On it,” you replied curlty not wanting him to know you were annoyed.

“I don’t get how you get snippy with me when I’m only caring about you,” he replied strict with his voice. Was he scolding you?

“What was that on the phone?” You asked changing the topic.

“I got four more interviews added tomorrow. One of them is from that interviewer who likes to know my opinions on all the world issues. I’m not prepared for the shit,” he groaned. Shifting to his mask which he rubbed on his face. You usually loved him for all his quirks, but you were on verge of being cranky cause he was right you had messed up your sleeping schedule.

“Cancel it,” you replied, taking your clothes off and dropping it on the floor and slipping into bed before he noticed.

“Pick those up, Y/N.”

You huffed getting out of bed and walking to the hamper in the bathroom to drop the clothes off. You could see his eyes scanning your body, a little smirk on his face. “Is that all?” You asked, blinking your eyes innocently.

“Get your ass on the bed,” he laughed, wiping his face off. You jumped on the bed, tucking yourself in the corner. Harry got on bed, and put his pillows, one infact because he was advised they would be good for his back. He pulled one out from your neck as well, “do you want to wake up with a neck ache,” he eyed you.

“When did you become my mother?” You huffed and turned your back.

“When you decided to act like a child.” He was always smart with replies. “Alright, don’t go to sleep, where is my kiss?” He asked, slipping one hand underneath your waist and pulling you.

“It’s gone when my mother entered the picture!”

“Really, I knew someone was getting cranky,” he said kissing your shoulder. He kissed further up your neck.

“Stop stop, I’m mad at you.” You giggled.

“All my kisses now, please,” he smiled. “I’ve a long day tomorrow, I need to wake up strong,” you turned around and met his lips, your hand, going up his head and pulling it closer as his body settled with yours. He leg went between yours, as he placed your head on the pillow. Giving one last peck, his hand switched off the light making it completely dark, just how he liked it, and placed his head on the pillow next to yours. When it came to wanting things a certain way, Harry was the best and he didn’t take no for an answer.

Things That I Want:

The wet Harry Styles video with the opening of Only Angel. I WANT THAT WET HARRY VIDEO.

The Infinity music video. If it is made, I want it. No I deserve it

The LIVE performances of Made in the AM. Brilliant album that never got performed and just like WTF.

I want the WETHARRYVIDEO!!

*me*:pft I don't have a type!

*me after watching this gifs*:Ok, maybe I have a type...

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