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Alright hey! So, I’m an English lit student and amongst all the writing, I’ve to do academically, I wanted to write something for fun and this seems like a good idea and I’m completely gone for Harry Styles. So, why don’t you guys hit me up with some requests and I can get something up! Give me a try, I won’t disappoint you! (Also, I’m comfortable with anything) 

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Alright hey! So, I’m an English lit student and amongst all the writing, I’ve to do academically, I wanted to write something for fun and this seems like a good idea.. So, why don’t you guys hit me up with some requests and I can get something up! Give me a try, I won’t disappoint you! (Also, I’m comfortable with anything)

Flight to Los Angeles

“Ma’am, would you like a paper or magazine?” the flight attendant asked me. I, distracted, looked up from my computer and shook my head. I had a lot of reading left to do for my research paper and also, had my book deadline coming up next month, which wasn’t helping my situation either. It was a 13 hour flight to LA and I planned to make the most of it. I felt the seat next to me dip and I sucked a breath in. It was alright, I didn’t need to get all excited now. “I’m a professional writer, screaming will be bad for my image.” I kept repeating this thought in my head and I smiled as he smiled back.

I realized after an hour of sipping wine and working on my laptop, I had calmed down enough to look to my right again. He was sipping his drink while reading a classic. I met his eyes the moment I turned my head and he closed his book. “Don’t you love long hour flights?” He asked.

“Not really, don’t enjoy sitting in one place…” I replied, pushing my laptop away and relaxing my neck.

“Would you like another glass of wine, ma’am?” The flight attendant looked like an angel with a bottle in her hand.

“Yes please” I replied as I gave my glass to her.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice husky as ever.

“Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N” I replied, sipping once more for confidence.

“I’m..”

“Harry Styles, I know..”

“And, I was worried you didn’t know me!” He smirked. I swear my heart started beating faster.

I took another sip, “Who doesn’t?”

He nodded and started playing on his phone and I pulled the laptop closer to me.

“So, you’re a writer.” He spoke again.

“Did you just google me?” I asked astonished.

“N-No No..” he stuttered and pushed his phone away. “I’ve read your work.”

“Really?”  I laughed, he was being cute now. “Which one have you read?”

“The Last Night…It was amazing!” He smiled proudly.

“Hmm…what did you like about it?” I asked, this was getting funny and I couldn’t control my smirk.

“Everything! The romance, the characters, the plot, the comedy”

“It was a murder” I said and his face fell. “But, it was a good try…” I smiled.

He didn’t talk for the next 45 minutes and I felt a bit guilty. “I’m a big fan of your work” I said as we finished dinner.

“Yeah?” He questioned.

“Since Xfactor honestly! Love your music..”

“What was my audition song?” He smirked.

“Isn’t she lovely, I can even tell you about the subjects you were planning to take in college.” I told him as he bit his lip.

“Damn-it!” He hit the seat in front of him. The person turned behind with a frown and he apologized. “I’ll have to read your book now!” he ruffled his hair.

“Hmm..” I laughed. We talked rubbish through the entire journey, ordering more wine and I must say, it was an awfully short flight.

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I know my writing style is a bit different and this one was quite small but, this is just the beginning. Hit me up with requests (smut will do too) and I won’t disappoint you!

All the loves.

I love this guy so much. Sometimes, a little too much. 

Dinner date with Harry? I love this dress! Requests open for imagines/preferences.

Request open for imagines!

#1 -  Life Of The Party (Harry Styles One Shot)

Music Inspiration : Life Of The Party - Shawn Mendes

Words: 1,851 

Harry Styles One Shot : Summary - Explanations of a past mistake which requires an apology. 

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“You know…I don’t understand this. I’m going to leave, see you later,” I picked up all my books and walked out of the library. I couldn’t take it anymore. Mitchell’s want of wanting to be better than everybody else and then, flirting with me wasn’t an ideal atmosphere to study in. Not that I had any other options, I was stuck with them for a long time, changing study groups has never been a good idea.

“Can I get the chicken roll, please?” I asked the cafe owner.

“Sure Harry, what would you like to drink with it?” He asked. He was the kindest man at this place. He had this want of feeding people, taking care of them, like a mother.

“Isn’t it too late? I thought asking for a roll was too much…” I shook my head. I didn’t want to be trouble.

“Oh nonsense, what do you like? You like chamomile tea, right?” I nodded. “It’s coming right up.”

I smiled, I couldn’t be more thankful, this is the only place I can expect a good meal. I walked to my usual seat and kept my satchel on the table. Scrolling down my Facebook page, which honestly never made me happy; I mean, I saw my ex-girlfriend with her new boyfriend kissing, my sister uploading more cat photos at home where as I was sitting miles away, my college friends partying last night while I was studying diligently to get the Oscar internship. I just shook my head smiling and kept my phone away, tapping on the desk.

“Could you heat this up, again? I slept off…I’m sorry,” I heard a voice apologizing to the server, Mac, I think.

“No worries, you’re working too hard, why don’t you go home, sleep and then, study?” He asked.

“No, No, I’m fine…have to finish this before I leave. You close in thirty minutes, right? I should be done by…” her voice was so tense and still, so polite.

“Love, it’s okay, take your time, I have the kitchen to clear too, I’ll get this heated,” Mac replied.

She muttered a thank you as he walked away, and I could see her better. It was Rhea, oh my, I tried hiding my head. It was stupid, I was in her direct sight and, changing seats would have been too obvious. She looked up…she recognized me, shit. She gave me a little smile. My eyes met her as she raised her small hand up, to say hi and I looked away, pretending to look at the kitchen. When I turned my head, her head was down, shoulders slumped. I didn’t want to be rude; I don’t have it in me to face her.

“Here’s your food, Harry,” Mac broke the awkward moment and kept my order in front of me. “Anything else? We are closing the kitchen…”

“No, thank you, this…this is enough…” I smiled. He nodded and walked towards Rhea to give her food.

“Please eat it, this time,” He chuckled and walked away. I couldn’t help looking at her again. Blaming it on my seat choice, I saw her taking small bites while she finished her work. Her cheeks were deep red, she didn’t look up once. I finished my food and quickly went to the cashier to pay. I saw her walking out the door quietly, thanking the owner, and not giving me another look.

I thanked him too and walked out into the cold. I had to follow her. Our dorms were in the same building, on the same floor too. She hugged herself close, it was very cold. She had a very nice figure, why didn’t I notice this earlier? God, I’m an idiot. I should talk to her, maybe apologize. I didn’t mean to do it, it wasn’t my fault. Things peer pressure can make you do.

“Hey listen!” I called out to her. Seeing her stopping, I ran up to her. Her eyes met mine, and I couldn’t feel worse. They were wet, her nose a little red. Please tell me, I didn’t cause this. She tucked a flick behind her ear and waited. Oh. “Umm, I was wondering if we could, umm…walk together…it’s late and well, umm…we have the same place to go too.”

She shrugged her shoulders and I took that as a yes. “I wanted to congratulate you! I heard you won the cooking championship.”

“I didn’t actually,” She replied. Oh-oh. “I won the Karate Championship.”

“You know Karate?!” She just raised her eyebrows. Was she always this pretty? Yes, of course she won it, Harry! “Well, sorry, congratulations!”

“Thanks.”

“How have you been?” I asked again.

She shrugged her shoulders again. “I don’t see you around lately,” What? “I meant, like…you used to be quite enthusiastic right…I meant, like in doing stuff! I don’t see you anymore…”

“Does it matter?” she asked.

“Doesn’t it matter to you?”

“Certain somebody kinda crushed it.”

“Oh, well, don’t let some douche bag define what you do or don’t do.

“Really?” She stopped in her tracks and faced me. “Coming from a guy who does everything according to his friends, you’re one to speak.”

I was questing my decision of calling her, now. “Well, you ar-aren’t me.” She started walking again.

“Hey stop. Look, I wanted to apologize…”

“Go on.”

“What?”

“Apologize.”

“I didn’t mean to do it. It was just this phase, you know. Where you want to be liked! I hadn’t ever had to work this hard for people to like me. I was completely out of my zone, here!” I tried, explaining. I’m not positive about this. “And, there you were, and then, my friends asked me to, and, they didn’t like you. You don’t care what people say. You do what you say and whatever you did – they didn’t like it. I was stupid. I’m not with them, anymore. I realise my mistake.”

She started walking faster. “Hey, please wait,” I pulled her arm and made her stand in front of me. She was crying now, tears rolling down her cheeks, her lips pouting a bit. “I’m sorry. Look but, you’re different. You are something else. You are not ordinary like all these other idiots. You stand out, unapologetic for who you are, don’t let these people keep you down. Let me keep you down.”

She kept her head down. “ I know, I’m late, I should’ve come faster, to be honest, I’ve always been a little slow…”

She let out a giggle, and wiped her eyes.

“C’mon. I still remember you dancing at the fresher’s party,” I smiled at the memory.

“It was a horrible party.” She laughed.

“You were the only reason people started dancing. Life of the party, you are.” I picked her chin up. “Don’t let people like me, pop a bubble like you.”

“A bubble?” She frowned.

“Yeah, cause you’re bubbly.”

“Okay.”

We started walking again. I was waiting for her respond to my apology. We climbed up the stairs and walked towards our rooms.

“So do you?” I asked, before she could enter her room.

“Huh?”

“Forgive me? Do you?”

“I kind of forgave you a long back actually.”

I frowned at that. What I did was… She cut me. “I mean, you won’t realise the amount date requests I’ve received since then. I still get letters because, they heard me saying I like them.”

“Yeah but…”

“I know, I know, something about a seeing a girls boob which drives them crazy.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Really, I thought they’re quite nice. I have had poems written on them. Do you want to see?” She frowned and then, led me inside her room.

“I don’t want to see the poem. And as nice as they are, they should’ve never been seen by people, especially the way I…”

“Yeah, I know. Can’t keep crying about it! I get occasional slut calls too, which is quite strange cause you’ve been the only guy I’ve kissed and that too, wasn’t exactly an ideal first kiss…”

“I was your first kiss!” I stared at her. I couldn’t feel worse about this.

“Yeah, exactly, kinda makes you question the entire idea if girls can actually stand together if they keep using these terminologies which were basically made to degrade women.”

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have. God, I’m so sorry.” I sat down on her bed, head down in shame. What did I do!

“Well, I’m over it. So, you’re forgiven, whatever.”

“I can’t reverse it back, can I?” I looked up at her.

“Gosh, are you crying?” She sat down beside me. “Don’t cry, it’s alright, I guess, everybody needs an awaken-er in their life. That was mine. And isn’t this supposed to be the time to make the best mistakes. I was a little too enthusiastic. It doesn’t work that way…”

“No no! That’s it right! You should not be sorry for all of this, for being you. You’re an inspiration, to me at least. You’ve taken the shot, despite it being scary. Remember when you spilled pasta of Mitchell because she was being mean to that guy, umm…Ronald. I knew that wasn’t a slip! That was intentional. You’re not meant to be caged by the rules of this fucking society we are part of! You’re free!” I explained. I think I shouted a bit. “I’m so sorry!” I hugged her. I had to, I had ruined so much for her. I cried into her neck, for the first time not being afraid of breaking down in front of someone. This was her effect on people, her aura was so safe.

“It’s alright,” she combed her fingers through my hair. “I’m alright now. I’m glad you realise your mistake. I’m glad you’re away from those peeps now.”

“Please tell me this won’t cage you, I can’t take the blame…” I muttered keeping my head between her neck and shoulder.

“It won’t. You healed me a lot today.”

“Sorry…”

“Shh…it’s okay. Are you alright?” She asked, pulling my hair.

“Hmm…” I pulled away and wiped my face.

“Good,” She smiled.

“I’m sorry, I stole your first kiss too…”

“It’s okay, it was from a guy I quite fancied so, I’m alright. I’ll make the second one better,” She giggled.

“If it helps, I fancied you too, although, I don’t think I’d be able to describe your boobs in a poem.”

She laughed. At least, her laugh was the same.

“You know, because they’re indescribable,” She raised her eyebrows again. “Maybe, you’re lips…”

“Well, if you do…write a poem about any of my body parts, you’ll have to wait in a line. They’re a lot of letters in front of you.”

“Shit!” I banged my head against my hand. “Hmm, am I still second in for a kiss though?”

“I just forgave you so, the line is closed for now.”

“Oh.” I looked down disappointed. Moving too fast, Harry!

“If it opens again, I’ll let you know.” She nudged.

“So, I’ll wait then.” I nodded, giving her a serious confirmation of my standing first in line, still.

“Yeah, you do that.”

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Requests are open. Open to smut, too. 

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Okay, hit me up if any requests or comments or feedback or just a hi. Okay. 

- theStylesproject

#5 Love Differences (Harry Styles)

So, someone asked for a jealous Harry and another for tub smut. Therefore, I combined the two as both of them were from lovely anonymous people. 

I hit more than a 100 followers today! Thank you so much for appreciating my work! 

Warning - Mature (Smut) 

Word Count - 2,040

Harry Styles Imagine - Partners in love have a lot of differences. Can these to still keep loving, instead?

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“Therefore, if we have to argue that this play talks about women empowerment, it will be putting it out of context from the time, the playwright had written it.” I finished my argument in class and heard all my classmates as well as, the professor clap. You need to understand that this never happens. We hardly clap in class for anyone. Hence, I was confused.

“It was good Arabella, very good,” My professor platted my back, unusual, and congratulated me. I sat down on my seat, looking skeptically at everyone. Why did they clap?

“You’ve to let me cheat in class. Or, at least check my assignment so, I get marks somewhere!” My best friend said, purposely bumping into me as we walked out of the class.

“It doesn’t work like that…”I laughed, as we crossed the cafeteria. “Can we get a cold coffee, please?” I pulled her in. Mostly, it was an excuse to see him.

“Hey look, your boyfriend!” Alison chimed locating him. “Why does he have Kylie on his lap?” I quickly turned my head to see the blonde haired, amazing boobs tennis player, sitting on his lap. Okay, boobs – I got but, tennis – I can’t play tennis! I can run, that’s it for me in sports. I guess, this is the reason he rather be seen with her than me, in college.

We were together. Yes. Everyone knew, it wasn’t some big secret or I, some class defect. This is college. But, I wasn’t so famous with his classy friends. Also, I had an IQ more than all of them. Wait, I’m just saying that to make myself feel better. Truth is, our wavelengths don’t match, his friends and mine. Plus, they look at me weird and, I don’t like being the awkward candy in the box. I was upset cause, they didn’t really give me a chance either. And now, he has her on his lap. How is this not intentional! If you know a guy is taken in the group, you maintain distance, not go and sit on him. I’d maintain my distance. But, it’s not like the guy is caring much either.

“Let’s go, I don’t want my drink,” I said, pulling Alison out.

“You won’t talk to him?” I just shook my head. “Darling, don’t do this to yourself. If you don’t see yourself together just walk out, it really isn’t worth it.”

I should believe Alison, she knows best. He was really nice though, all the time. There were just a few factors which made it difficult. Different friend circles – him being a little too sexy – him being a little too nice. He was too nice at times. Even when he’ll find it wrong, he’ll just awkwardly deal with it and let it go. Because that’s Harry, he won’t initiate a fight with anyone. The sad part is, it didn’t always work for the good.

I nodded and we walked to the next class. I didn’t sit with Harry, I’ll usually wait for him and reserve an empty seat but, I just sad with Alison today. His group walked in before time and I didn’t look up - Busily typing away on my laptop.

“Hey baby,” He kissed my forehead. “Come sit with me?” he said, pulling my laptop. I looked up at him and then, to Alison. She nodded, and I just sighed. I picked up my stuff and sat on the chair next to him. I continued typing on my laptop, finishing a few notes. “How was your presentation?”

“Alright.”

“Did you see me at the cafeteria? She was just joking around, Kylie? She wanted to show something she learnt in this new class and needed a lap…”

“And, yours was the only one available, sure. The professor’s here…” I just said dismissing him.

“No, it’s not like that. Don’t assume…” He frowned.

“Hmm, okay. Please now…” I said, typing whatever the professor was going on about in class.

He huffed and, did the same. I wrapped up my things as quick as possible and gave him a kiss before I ran out, Alison beside me. There was no use in fighting with him. He did everything but never, purposely.

We met our friends all scattered on the ground, like little kids looking at the clouds. These people were the craziest.

“That one looks like your face!” Jason laughed, poking Adam on his side.

“Everything shitty looks like my face to you so why bother? You clearly don’t appreciate good art,” Adam replied, sketching on his canvas.

“Hey Bels…why the sad face?” Ben asked.

“I didn’t notice I had one,” I sat down beside Adam and leaned on him free arm. He loved when someone did this.

“Did I show you my new trick I learnt, yesterday?” Adam asked, quite excited. He was learning salsa and, I was the only dancer available here to practice with so, he kinda just picked me up and showed off his new skills to our friends.  

“No,” He stood up and then, put his hands forward urging me to get up.

“Guys pay attention! This is wicked!” He said, places my back to his front. “Keep your body fluid…” He then, wrapped his arm against my waist pushing my hips into his as picked up my bent leg and stretched it across his waist and then, tilting our bodies down a little.

“Woah! That’s fucking hot dude!” Ben called out.

It was pretty sexy. His body was attached to mine while our lips so close and eyes staring into each others…it was quite hot. My eyes glanced forward to see my boyfriend stuck in his tracks with his friends around him. He looked shocked, his eyes said so but, his face was flat.

Adam let me go, bringing our bodies to a neutral while, I kept one hand on his chest and told him how good it was biting my lip. He laughed and sat down, kicking Jason down as he stood up wanting to try the same with Adam. I gave Harry another glance and then, sat down beside Adam.

“Oh fuck!” I got up a while later. “I’ve to rush home! Have guests coming over!”

“Guests?” Alison asked.

“Harry’s friends…”

“Are you really moving in with him?” Ben asked. I just shrugged my shoulders. Harry wanted me to be there tonight and I knew he needed help. He wasn’t throwing a party but, this was more like a get together with his group of friends. I was getting quite nervous about this.

I waved a bye and then, ran to the bus station. I was home earlier than him because, he wasn’t here yet. I got in using the spare key he had given me and started cleaning and putting things in place.

“Arabella?” I heard Harry call, as he walked in the sitting area of his apartment. “I got food, you cleared everything?” I nodded and took half the packets and walked inside the kitchen.

“When are they going to come?” I asked.

“Not before nine…” Harry stood at the entrance with two fingers holding his lip.

“Alright.” With the food in and drinks chilled, everything was ready. “I’ll change into the dress in an hour…” I muttered to myself as I felt Harry walk up behind me and wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me closer. He rested his chin on my shoulders, as I continued clearing the kitchen.

“I saw you today…”

“Hmm…”

“With Adam…it was quite sexy…”

“Yeah? I’ll tell Adam that…” I smirked.

“He was holding you too close. Does he need to do that?” I could feel him frown.

“He wanted to show off this new lift he learnt and, as you know…” I said, turning around and playing with his hair.

“And, you were the only person available?”

“I am quite flexible…” I nodded.

“Who knows that better than me.” Harry said, now kissing my jaw and moving to my neck.

“Adam.” I said, like a matter of fact.

“Quite a smart mouth, aren’t you?” Harry picked me up over his shoulder and walked to the bedroom while I giggled and screamed playfully.

He pushed me up on his bed as he took his shirt off. “You’re only mine to feel and touch like that.”

“Hmm…” I hummed. “Your friends don’t know you’re mine to feel and touch like that though…” I bit my lip as, I pulled down his boxers and, he got rid of my panties.

“Maybe we should let them know…” He smirked, as he hovered over me but, I quickly shifted up and ran to the washroom. “My girlfriend is a big tease.”

“I don’t want to have sex hair!” I yelped as he picked me up and put me down on the tab.

He bent down and placed kisses between my legs. My back arched as I pushed my hips closer to his face. He clutched my butt in his hands as his tongue licked over my clit. “You’re too addicted to me baby, you can never leave,” He smirked and he went down on me. He was so good at this. I had been quite apprehensive in having a face down here but, he got me so addicted to it. He pushed his long fingers in as his tongue continued to play with my clit. “You’re dripping baby!” He giggled. He kissed up my stomach to my boobs, playing with my nipples as I held his dick in my hand and massaged him, just the way he liked it.

“You should be punished.”

“Why!” I cried.

“For teasing me! I saw that look baby, I know you so well!” He marked my chest, and slowly pushed himself inside me as I yelped and pulled him close. He began thrusting slowly and then, increased his speed.

“Faster…Faster baby…” I encouraged as we saw the mirror shake because of his thrusts. He picked me up, with him still inside of me and bent to his knees, placing me on the edge of the tub and continued his speed. This man could fuck me so well. Another reason why I couldn’t get away from him. My back arched into the tub, with half my body inside, my hands clutching the edges as he went harder and faster, screaming my name over and over again.

“I’m close…” I whimpered.

“Me too, come on baby, make me come!” He said, as he thrust harder making me shake and causing bottles to fall everywhere. He pulled me up and I sat in his lap, bouncing on his dick, “who do you like on your lap more, baby?” I kissed his jaw as I continued bouncing as he clutched my ass, causing bruises to show up by tomorrow, I’m sure.

“Hmm?” I asked.

“You baby, always you! I love you so much!” He said cuddling into my neck as we both came with his confession. He placed kisses all over my neck and then, my lips. “I trouble you a lot, don’t I?”

“Not as much,” I kissed him again.

“I’m really serious about you…” He said, as I held his face in my palms. He was still inside me but, I could feel his come slip through. “I really really am…and I don’t care about anything else. I love you.”

“I love you too,” I said, hugging him. “So much.”

And then, the bell rang. “OPEN UP!” We heard his friends yell from outside! I turned red and he quickly picked me up causing me to whimper as he slipped out. He quickly wore his pants and t-shirt and fixed his hair, looking all proper.

“I’ll take 10 minutes…” I said, walking out naked into his room and collecting my clothes.

“I made quite a mess…” He pushed one finger inside me as I bent down to collect my bra. He licked his finger and smirked, walking towards the door.

“Come here!” I called out and he quickly walked up to me.

I messed up his hair spoiling his effort to look altogether. He frowned, “what? They should know I keep you entertained!” I giggled and slapped his ass, as he walked out the door laughing.

How is this party going to go…

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-theStylesproject

#9 Not Interested (Harry Styles)

Hello! I was playing around with an idea. It’s kinda different. At least, I hope so! Tell me how you feel about it? Tell me if you want a Part 2 and, if I should continue.

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-theStylesproject

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I couldn’t stop staring. I just couldn’t. The way her hips swayed to the movement of the drums in the song, the way she moved her hands all over the body dancing to the music, I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. She wore a little skirt just covering her butts, I am sure half the guys were just waiting for her to bend. She wore a lacy top covering just her boobs, teasing now and then and she jumped to the beats. Her hair falling to her shoulders were thick, good enough to grab and pull while I fucked her. Oh yes, I would have some fun fucking her. I could tell that she would just fit in my hands and prove to be a great time tonight. She didn’t look like someone who would disappoint.

“Thinking about fucking that one, aren’t you?” Michael laughed behind me. We were standing at the bar with a couple of more guys, just enjoying a night out and looking for some fun. It gets boring just messing around in the campus at times. You need to spread your legs and enjoy sometimes.

I laughed and finished my drink walking towards this beauty. I had to go around the corner to reach her, stepping down the platform when a hand grabbed my arm.

“You…you don’t want to go there…” A voice spoke. I turned around to see a girl holding my arm. She let go quickly when my eyes met her. “It won’t work out, I mean…”

“Why don’t I go and check it out?” I smirked and turned around. Who the hell was she?

“It won’t!” She said again, confidently. I turned around and titled my head. She was quite plain compared to her. Was dressed in slacks and a half shoulder top. Looked more like she needed to go shopping than, come to a club, to be honest.

“How are you so sure?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. She kept her glass down and placed her flick behind her ear. I folded my arms and stared right in her eyes, which I had to say were kinda pretty. She had hope but, she dressed like an old woman.

“Well, first - she has a boyfriend, he’s in the army…” She said.

“Oh please.”

“Been with him for about two years now…”

“So, you’re telling me that this beauty…” I pointed at her, drooling a bit. “Who is dressed that sexily is taken. That kind wants to be fucked…hard.” I bent down to her face.

“Well…this one won’t work according to your moves…” She shrugged her shoulders. “By the way, she’s my roommate, I’d know. She’s actually kinda engaged too, look at her finger,” she turned around and sipped her drink.

I looked back to that girl and the ring I hadn’t noticed was actually there. Fucking hell! I actually, wanted this one! I sat down beside the girl and just shook my head. “You kinda ruined my evening.”

“I apologise.”

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Oh no, I am not one of those girls…”

“Trust me, I am not interested in you. Not at all,” I made it clear.

“Well then” she turned red and looked a it flustered. Oops. I just smiled. “Why waste your time? Nice to meet you Mr. Styles,” she picked up her drink and walked away. I giggled and walked towards my friends. I could see her talking to the beauty I was after and then, saw them exit the club. What a bummer.

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“Can you pack these two for me, please?” I was standing in the bookstore when, I heard a familiar voice. I bent backwards and saw her. The bar girl well, the bummer girl, really. She was dressed in a summer dress, eyes covered my frames and her long hair in a ponytail. Okay, I had to admit, she was kinda sexy too. The dress made her look cute and apart from having an amazing pair of boobs, she had amazing legs too. Snap out, Harry! Not her.

She pushed her frames back biting her lips as she paid for the books, “Thank you!” She smiled. What was so exciting about a pair of books?

“Hello!” I said, when she crossed me. She yelped and fell down. “I’m sorry!” I laughed and offered her my hand. She didn’t take it.

“Is there something wrong with you?” She huffed, straightening her dress.

“Do you remember me?” I asked.

“The entire campus knows you, Mr. Styles.”

She walked out of the book store and, I followed her out. “Harry is just fine!”

“Okay.”

“So, your roommate is still taken?” I asked, just teasing her.

“I am not her assistant, why don’t you ask her?”

“Well, I was going to but, someone stopped me so…”

“It was my mistake, I am sorry. I saw something…” She shut her eyes and huffed, “Why don’t you try your luck now, it’s never too late for a fuck right?”

“I don’t go after taken girls. Not fun.” I winked.

“Congratulations. You have morals.” She said, praising sarcastically.

“What’s your name?” I smiled.

“Why bother?”

“It’s just a name!” I frowned.

“Exactly, why don’t you go after someone who interests you?” She walked inside the library.

“Took that to your heart, didn’t you? I didn’t mean it like that. I wanted a one night stand and you weren’t exactly…”

“Okay, got it now, go away…”

“British literature! You know, I am British,”

“What do you want?“she asked, annoyed.

“Nothing, you just interest me,” I smiled. I am sure this girl liked me. I had a feeling.

“Really…” She came close to me. I took a step back, my back against the book shelve. She came close to my lips and picked up her hand, bringing it close to my hair but, then picked up a book behind me, “Sad, cause I am not interested. Not at all,” she smirked and walked away. “Bye, Mr. Styles.”

I leaned back on the bookshelves, smirking and shaking my head. —

#51 Milkshake and Concert Tickets (Harry Styles)

Summary: The one where Y/N makes killer milkshakes, and Harry is a little sad.

Snippet: “You know, I make an awesome Belgium chocolate milkshake which is amazing for heart breaks,” I looked up to meet the eyes of the cafe girl wiping glasses. 24/7 this cafe remained open, this girl looked around my age, was it even safe for her?

“Who said I had a heartbreak?” I asked, keeping my voice a little different. I wasn’t in shape to be Harry Styles just this moment.

“It’s killer for midnight blues even,” She said, stocking the glasses back on the shelves.

“It’s extra calories.”

“You’ll burn em,” She laughed. Did she know who I was? I was glad she wasn’t focusing it on that, at least.

“I’d love one.” I saw her work around the shop. Putting one scoop of ice cream, then another, milk, then sugar - I’d need an extra session at the gym tomorrow.

“There you go,” she placed the heavenly looking glass in front of me. God, it’s amazing.

“It’s good,” I nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” She took a seat at the counter and opened her book. Something something…empire.

“What is that book about?” I asked.

“Oh, Britain and its colonies.” She said, taking a sip of the coffee in her glass.

“Of how great it was?” I laughed.

“How it became great by ruining everything else,” I shut up.

—-

“Harry, I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what happened to me. It just..happened. And, I’m so so ashamed of myself.” This is how I was still awake at 4 AM. I’m confused if it was an involuntary decision of accepting to meet her in a coffee shop after midnight or there was something left between us.

“Please say something, Harry!” I tried to get myself incognito. I figured the black hoodie and the track pants hid me and my emotion burning inside pretty well in the mirror. “I know you’re mad at me. I know you hate me right now. But,” I wanted to hit her. I wanted to take her to the top floor and push her from there. She did the same to my heart. “It wasn’t technically even cheating, Harry,”

“How many types of cheating are there? You had your tongue pretty much down his throat, his hands on your bare ass, both naked. That pretty much is cheating.” I tried controlling my tears. Crying wasn’t good, crying made you look weak. It didn’t matter if you thought that maybe crying was relieving, refreshing, the world saw it as weak. She saw it as weak.

“We weren’t even together, Harry!” Fuck. Of course. Because I didn’t ask if she’d be mine officially. All the dates, messages, late nights, kisses, fuck.

“Why are we having this discussion then?” I asked. Before she could say anything else, “Just go.” She is leaving. Last chance. Should I? Would I want to stop her? …No.

This is the fourth one, Harry. The last one had a problem with the term girlfriend, the one before that with fame, the one before that found me too available. Shit, shouldn’t bang my head on the table. It hurts now.

“You know, I make an awesome Belgium chocolate milkshake which is amazing for heart breaks,” I looked up to meet the eyes of the cafe girl wiping glasses. 24/7 this cafe remained open, this girl looked around my age, was it even safe for her?

“Who said I had a heartbreak?” I asked, keeping my voice a little different. I wasn’t in shape to be Harry Styles just this moment.

“It’s killer for midnight blues even,” She said, stocking the glasses back on the shelves.

“It’s extra calories.”

“You’ll burn ‘em,” She laughed. Did she know who I was? I was glad she wasn’t focusing it on that, at least.

“I’d love one.” I saw her work around the shop. Putting one scoop of ice cream, then another, milk, then sugar - I’d need an extra session at the gym tomorrow.

“There you go,” she placed the heavenly looking glass in front of me. God, it’s amazing.

“It’s good,” I nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” She took a seat at the counter and opened her book. Something something…empire.

“What is that book about?” I asked.

“Oh, Britain and its colonies.” She said, taking a sip of the coffee in her glass.

“Of how great it was?” I laughed.

“How it became great by ruining everything else,” I shut up.

With half my drink down, “Can I ask you something?” She looked around wondering if there was anyone else she was talking to.

“Sure,” She closed her book.

“Why are you working so late at night? It’s not exactly very safe.”

“Before you get any ideas, I will warn you that I’m a black belt, and I can slap real hard.” She said with a straight face and then giggled. I took a deep breath, smiling a bit. Could she see, under my hoodie? “Well, I was free this month because my UNI gives time off for writing my dissertation. So, I took the night shift and changed my sleeping schedule.”

“A lot of trouble for a night shift?” I questioned.

“It pays more, and I needed the money,” She smiled.

“Paying for the UNI?” I asked. I was seriously blessed.

“Umm no,” She shook her head. “Parents got that covered. It’s for my own interests.”

I smiled, taking my hoodie off, watching if her smile changed. It didn’t, “Tell me more,” She laughed.

“Well, you see there is a concert this month, and this girl at school, she can’t go, and she is selling her ticket. I want to buy it. But, I just feel too guilty asking my parents to pay £150 for a concert ticket so, I plan to use my daily pocket money and then, cover up my daily expenses from this job. I will actually come out with more money in the end so, it isn’t a bad deal.” She said, the last thinking more to herself.

“The concert is that important?”

“It’s my dream! I’ve waited seven years to see him perform live. In person live, cause Media just doesn’t do it. It’ll be my first big star concert as well. Plus, he is a brilliant performer so, this late night is worth it.” She looked at me with big eyes of excitement, “Do you want me to make you another one?”

I looked at the glass. A double extra lesson at the gym it is, “Yes, please. It is magic.”

“I told you.” She got working.

“So, when are you writing your dissertation?” I asked.

“I’m trying to in the afternoon and the evening. Unfortunately, London made me a morning person, but it’s all about habit. I have all my material set now, so I just have to get typing.” She kept talking while making the milkshake. It was 5 AM.

“Hello, could I get to Cappuccino’s to go, please.” A lady came in, and I put my hoodie back on.

“Of course, late night flight?” She asked.

“A little too late. My husband’s fanatic as well. Three hours before the flight is mania!” The woman laughed.

“Oh no,” The girl shook her head so, easily conversing with strangers. “I have an uncle who took us five hours before, and the flight got delayed. Your husband is an angel!”

“Five hours! What did you do?” She asked.

“Oh, we ate and talked. Do look for the sleeping benches. They’re located closer to the boarding area. We discovered ‘em too late. There you go, two Cappuccinos!” The lady gave her the money, and some extra tip in the jar.

“I will look for the sleeping chairs first!” the woman laughed.

“Have a safe flight!” The girl waved, so cheerful at 5 AM. “Your milkshake is almost ready! What were we talking about?”

“It’s your first concert?” I asked, shocked a bit.

“Oh yeah! You see, not technically cause, I have gone for the local bands before, but this one is the huge one. I always found the ticket money too obscene. Back home and, here as well. I just can’t give this one up.”

“It’s a dream,” I remembered as she placed the second glass in front of me.

“It is!” She went back to washing everything and keeping it in place while I devoured my shake. “It is like one of those things that you know is too expensive, but you just can’t let it go. Not that I couldn’t afford it,” She was talking a bit to herself too, “but, my parents are paying an obscene amount for College, and it is my post graduation, and then living in London isn’t cheap. And, it’s my obsession. I can’t waste their money on it. If it was my money, it was money well spent, but it isn’t. I’m hoping it’s worth it, at least. He is said to be an angel on stage.”

“Who is this person you’re talking about? Ed Sheeran, umm who else is performing -”

“What time is it?” she looked at the clock. “5:30, well my shift gets over at 6 so, if you want another shake, tell me now!”

“What do you put in this shake? It’s so calming.” I leaned my head back. My heartache seemed to just escape in this ecstasy.

“It works for me, as well! It’s the chocolate, I feel!” She laughed.

“Oh wait, let me pay up since, you’re finalising accounts,“I said, taking out my wallet and giving her a card. She didn’t say anything after she saw my name even. I hardly had such interactions these days.

“There you go,” She gave the card back.

“You know working at night isn’t so bad either. You get to know so many stories. Just yesterday, I had this old woman who came in with a picture of her husband. She ordered for two butterscotch ice creams and kept one for herself, and one in front of the picture. She told me that this was the only memory she had of him that she could remember. Late night butterscotch ice cream to make the memory a little clearer. Like wiping a foggy glass with every bite. I write stories, it’s what I want to do in future as well. You find something new every night.” She smiled, with a dreamy look on her face.

“I really hope that concert is the best night of your life,” I said. Finding a sudden calm to my heart as well.

“I hope too. He never disappoints. I hope it is as magical as that milkshake,” She said with a look of positive belief.

“I’m not late! I know I’m not late!” The door banged open, and we both turned to see an older woman coming in.

“You’re not! You still have five minutes!” The girl laughed.

“Oh thank god! And please sleep when you get home! And, quit the job at the studio! Or quit this one! I’m worried about you! When do you sleep, when do you study! It’s LSE, you can’t give them shit. And when do you eat!” The woman kept talking to herself as she went inside.

“You work two jobs?” I looked at her with wide eyes.

“Just this month, it’s an expensive ticket!” She shrugged smiling.

“You study at LSE?” I asked.

“Yep.” The woman came back, “I’ve set everything to go, so there is not much to do. The truck will arrive in a while so, you’ll have to restock.” She picked up her jacket and her bag. “Are you sure I can’t get you anything else?” She asked, again and I just shook my head. “Well, it was lovely meeting you!” She nodded and walked off.

“Hey!“I called out as she pulled the Cafe door. "You didn’t answer my question.” She frowned, tilting her head, “Who is the artist?”

“Oh, I just served two magical milkshakes to him. Lovely meeting you, Mr Styles!” She smiled and closed the door, behind her. I took a seat, just shocked.

—

“Y/N” Maria called me as I entered the shop for my night shift. I hope I didn’t screw anything up since my last work boss was cross with me today. “That guy you like, Harry Styles. He dropped this letter for you. Asked your name and everything. Two girls sitting here went absolutely crazy and then, I realised.

Shocked and a little ecstatic, I took the envelope from her hand. It was in his official paper and his handwriting!

Dear Y/N,

Attached behind are two concert tickets, front row to my show here in London. I hope you have more magical nights in this city, just like that milkshake. I’ll take care of this one.

Thank you for ‘em, Harry

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Hii. Can you write a really good drama? One where she don't forgive him and he cries and yeah

Hey! I’ve written so many! Angst is my forte! Attached a few below! 

#7 - Hello , Hello Part 2 (Not connected to the first part)

#8 - A Little Too Much, Part 2 (M)

#9 - Not Interested, A Little Interested Maybe Interested, Only Interested, Finally Interested (M)

#10 - Scrapbook Love Affairs

#15 - Missing, Part 2

#23 - The Best Friend (M)

#26 - Why Not Me?, Part 2, Part 3 (M)

#27 - The Last Stick Standing

#35 - Curse Of Being Perfect, Part 2

#36 - The First Priority

#46 – What Have I Done?

And, there are a few recent ones which I’ll attach if you ask :)

Hi! Ive loved your work since forever and cant wait for all the parts you upload to the stories Ive really really adored!! I had a question though. What do you meant about the reasons you liked harry "dont stand" anymore? Im only asking because Ive lately been feeling the same and I always look to you for advice..

Hey! Thank you so much for all the love and support! I am so glad you connected to my stories! 

You see, I’ve been in this fandom for the past seven years and will probably be forever now. We grew up with One Direction and loved them for a very simple reason that they were just like the guys we know in our daily lives. Like someone from our class achieved all their dreams and we helped them. I loved Harry the most because he was the kindest, and that is something you can’t buy. I like how he greets everyone when he enters the room, I loved how he was witty and sarcastic and just plain cheeky at times. He just really inspired me you know. I got into the best college of my country because of this belief that if he could do it, so can I, and now one of the best in the world, and I can never take that away. 

But lately, I just don’t feel I connect to him anymore. He feels very far off and too elite, and my elite education is telling me that, haha. I guess, we knew how we was growing up to be in One Direction and, this change doesn’t really surprise me because it was always there. I learnt how to make connections as well through him, and I will do the same. It’s just, I don’t relate to the guy anymore, and I don’t buy what he says now. I adore him and support him, but it doesn’t fool me anymore into ignoring and believing this image in my head which doesn’t fit him. And, I don’t know him in person so, I can’t judge either like so many do here.  

(His new music is so me though! More than One Direction ever was! A bit sexist (some), but well that’s almost every song.)

I owe him a lot, and if I meet him, I will thank him for all the belief he has given me. But, I do owe myself a chance to concentrate on me and my plans now. If One Direction comes back, I’ll be right here to spread the love. Harry Styles is too elite for me. 

#52 - Playing the Intermediary (Harry Styles)

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

—

“So, it is just this. I don’t know how to do it,” She shook her head. 

“But, you are sure that he loves you?” I asked. 

“That’s the only thing I’m sure about. You know, how it is, it’s just after the death, it’s like he clings to me. And we have been together for three years, I just don’t want to make it a four. God, just make me break up!” She moaned. 

“I feel you’re the first person who wishes to get rid of someone who loves you. Here, nobody loves me and I would love a boyfriend!” I laughed. 

“I wish he cheats on me. Like I don’t see us together. I don’t see any part in the future where our ideologies match, or our interests. It’s like I grew up and he never did!” She went on explaining, “I think, he is just used to me, and then he calls it love. Because I don’t spend more than five minutes talking to him. I hardly respond to his texts and he still doesn’t get the clue. I told him I don’t want to get married until I am 28 while he does, and he still doesn’t get it!" 

"Why don’t you just break up? Like just lay it out. All clear." 

"You think I haven’t tried? I have done it repeatedly. REPEATEDLY. He doesn’t understand, then starts crying and then, it’s just - you have to help me. Tell him, that I am depressed with him. I can’t deal with this anymore. I can’t marry him. I never will. Our minds don’t match, our nothing matches and I don’t want him. He will be happier with anyone else other than me. Tell him!” She groaned. 

“Alright, I am sending this recording to him." 

"Wait, what? You recorded it?” She played it again, “Yeah, as proof. Poor guy should hurt now than when you make it four years, you know. So, promise he won’t come running after me if I send him this and ask him to lay off?” I asked. 

“I have a feeling, that he won’t believe it. Like he will just be like, you’re joking." 

"Not after, I have spoken to him…” I dialled his number. “Hello? Is this Harry?" 

"Yeah, it’s Harry. Who is this?" 

"Not important. What’s important is that I’m Sara’s friend.”

“What? Is everything alright? Is everything fine? Is she hurt.” My heart broke for him. But, this was good for him. They were both breaking each other. 

“Well, not really. Look, Sara is depressed. And, I have been seeing her for months now. She is not happy. At all. She wants to get rid of you. She doesn’t want you in her life anymore. She doesn’t care for you. Doesn’t see any future with you, and I feel you should stop embarrassing yourself and live your life and let her live hers." 

"What? Who the fuck are you? Give her the phone." 

"No, Harry. I know you are better than this. I know you have been together for a long time, but you have to see she is miserable and if you do truly claim to love her, then you will leave her, cause she doesn’t want you or have any respect left for you. I mean, she made me call you. Made me do it because you don’t even acknowledge her words when she tells you the same. This is toxic. I have sent a voice message. That’s her begging me to tell you. Give it up, Harry. Let her go. You are not worth each other." 

There was pin drop silence on the other side for the next 10 seconds. Long enough, I cut the call. 

“What did he say?” Sara looked at me hopefully. 

“He played the recording according to my notification.” My heart was breaking for him. No one should be hurt like that. But, he did call for it. 

“God, I hope it works,” She groaned and checked her phone. He has sent a ‘why would you do this to me?’. Cause I want to get rid off you, you fucker! I have texted - we are over, to him. Hope it’s final this time!” 

“You really don’t love him, do you?” I asked. 

“Never did. I don’t even know why I was with him. Promise me, don’t ever be in a relationship where you can’t say why are you together. It’s the worst thing.”

—

“It happened!” Sara called cheering the next day. “We are over! You did it! We did it!” She yelled. I was back home since I was just visiting her place. 

“Oh wow, that’s great for you! You are the first I have seen this happy as well!” 

“I am rejoicing my freedom!” 

“Yeah, umm is he alright? He won’t go and hurt himself or anything right? I don’t want to go to prison,” I tried to laugh. 

“No, he is heartbroken. But, he will be fine. I am not the bad person here. You know that right?” She asked, looking for my approval. 

“There is no right or wrong here, Sara. I just hope you don’t regret it.” I smiled. 

“I don’t think, I will. I have wanted it for so long. More than a year, and it feels right. Anyway, got to go, I have a class! Bye baby!” 

I didn’t get relationships. People were just confusing, and this case just confused me so much more. How does love become a noose around your neck, and why do we let it get it to that stage. 

—

It had been a month since that day. Sara was happy, and getting better. She looked much more relaxed than before, and I knew it was because she didn’t have him in her life. She had less stress and she was finally getting into herself. I wondered at times about Harry. How was he dealing with it? Dealing with wholly believing that his love loved him, only to be absolutely shattered in the end by it. 

I thought about him a lot. More than a lot, at times. It felt wrong, but as much as I understood Sara, the more I tried to understand Harry. Why did he lead himself to that stage? And why did he do that to himself and her?

“Hi, can I have a Latte, size medium, please?” I needed a coffee. 

“Sugar?” 

“No, thank you. I am trying to get rid of it!” I laughed. 

I sat down on the side table with my coffee, ready to work, when I felt someone staring at me. I looked up and, I was right. Only I didn’t expect to stare back. He was beautiful. His eyes were so big, and his face looked as if it was carved to perfection. He was frowning though, “Can I help you?” I asked. 

“It’s you.” He whispered.

“Umm, me?” He got up from his table, and came and sat in front of me. I looked around, finding this weird. 

“You’re the one who broke up with me.” 

“Excuse me?” I frowned. 

“I mean, broke up with me for my girlfriend, ex..girlfriend,” he stared, his face not giving any other emotion. His voice sounded so much better in person. Shut up, Y/N. 

“You must have me mistaken?” 

“No, I can’t. I have tried. I can’t forget that voice. I can’t forget your voice. I don’t remember anything hurting me more. And, I think I have seen you in one of Sara’s pictures, I have a good memory.” 

“Fuck.” 

“Yeah, fuck. I’m Harry,” He put his hand forward, and I just looked at it. 

“How are you?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. He pulled his hand back and got comfortable in his seat. 

“How do you think I am?” His voice was so straight, deep and sharp. 

“I don’t know.” 

“You broke my heart, shattered it.” 

“Excuse me, but your girlfriend shattered it.” 

“And, you approved?” He asked, his eyes were watery. 

“I didn’t have the say. It wasn’t about me.” 

“Then, why the fuck were you in it?” He raised his voice, and moved forward as I pushed back. 

“I was asked a favour, and I did it.”

“Were those your words or hers?” 

“Shouldn’t you be over her?” 

“After you humiliated me?” He pointed. 

“I didn’t do anything. You were both doing it to yourself,” I should shut up. At least bite my tongue. 

“I thought I was having a new start, until I heard your voice,” He looked to the window. There was something wrong with him. 

“I would still recommend it,” he looked at me. “This is a great place to have one. It should be easy.” 

“Are you in a relationship?” He asked, and I shook my head. “Ever been?” I shook my head again. “Then, you don’t know what you’re talking about, so stop advising.” He sneered. 

“Right, why are you at this table? I did nothing to you. I have nothing to do with you. I was the intermediary, a mere messenger…” 

“Do you like playing the intermediary in places?” He asked. Why was he so beautiful? Why hadn’t I asked to see his picture before? Sara had put me off him, that I was sure there would have been something rotten about him. He just looked broken to me.. 

“I like helping.” 

He looked at me, then shook his head. “Well, then Y/N - help me.” He said smirking. 

—

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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.

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.”