#55 All Of Me (Harry Styles)

#55 All Of Me (Harry Styles)

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Concept: Y/N never was the girl who could make the guy fall for her in first look. She didn’t have the perfect body, or the ideally pretty face. She was beautiful in her own way, and a hard working girl. Nor did she have one of those personalities that would make guys go crazy and chase her. She was just nice, passionate about her own things, and gave her best everywhere she could.

So, it wasn’t strange to understand that Harry Styles didn’t fall for her when they met. She was a friend of one of his friends, and they had just met on one of the trips she had tagged along too. Everyone had nice things to say about her, and she was successful at her work. But, again she wasn’t like those who would make you turn around again, and her charm wasn’t like those girls who’d spark a fire in you.

Plus, Harry had a girlfriend. They were doing fine. A bit of a lull period, but fine. And, Y/N was just a friend who Harry had never noticed like that. Never thought about her after, or was physically/sexually attracted to, she was just a friend.

But, suddenly, this May, she was everywhere. It started with her getting carrot cake to Harry’s hotel in Hong Kong. She was there on the same day, and she had heard Harry was a bit sad. They had spent the night talking, and he had asked her to stay for his concert before she had to head back to L.A.

You see, Y/N was a person who had to slowly be loved. Loving her wasn’t motivated from her surface, but through time spent with her. Time spent with her made Harry realise how utterly wonderful she is, and he could never understand how he looked over her. He persuaded her to come to Japan with him as well. And, Harry realised that falling for Y/N was falling in deep. Falling completely for her, and never wanting to get out. That loving Y/N came from her depth, and once you had loved her, getting out of it was just not possible.

But, Harry had a girlfriend. And Y/N had always been there. 

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Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. He is here. Get it together, you prepared for this. Of course, he’ll be here, it is his sister’s party. Oh god. What if I’m not able to say anything in front of him? What if I freeze? I’ll be the psycho who froze in front of Harry Styles. Or say something stupid or ridiculous? I’ll be that girl who said some random shit in front of Harry Styles. What if I just smile? Like just smile and nod. Okay, that’ll be creepy if someone does just that to me. Why did Gemma want me to meet him anyway? I’ve avoided this interaction for the longest time and now, oh god.

“Over analysing what you’ll say to him when you come face to face,” Miles came and stood beside me, taking a sip of his whisky which I knew he hated.

“You’re revelling in my misery,” I groaned.

“I mean, it’s time! You know most of his friends for what more than a year now, and you have not met the guy. And, everyone knows he is your favourite so,” He went on.

“This is not helping me at all, Miles. Like zero per cent no help!” I looked at him.

“He has heard about you. I’ve talked about you multiple times, mentioned your crush as well. He laughed, don’t worry,” He nudged, knowing he was ruining it further.

“I’m going away. You suck.”

It was true though. I had actively avoided meeting him. He was one of the common friends of many of my friends, and every meeting where I knew he’d be present was avoided by me. It was going strong for a while actually. Until, I met his sister through a common friend on a project, and now, I was here at the completion of the project. Gemma found out about my love for her brother which was awkward as fuck which she found adorable for no reason I could think of, and vowed to introduce me.

“Oh wait, my party! I’ll introduce you guys then!” She chirped.

“Oh no…” I shook my head. “It’s really not necessary.”

“He is not scary at all,” she laughed. “You’ll actually love him. He is not as spontaneous as me though, you’ll see! It’s crazy you haven’t met him yet, you have many common friends. My party it is!”

“No…”

“Oh yes!”

And, here I was, dreading this meeting because I didn’t want to mess it up. He has been someone I look up to for a long time, and I really didn’t want to put another dynamic to this one-sided relationship. More so because, I will always want something more cause I admired him so much, and found out so much by just hearing our friends talk about him, and I knew it will never play out like that. Less heartbreak if he doesn’t know me altogether.

“Y/N come here,” Susie distracted me for the next 45 minutes talking about the next project in line, and our ideas about where the shoot should take place. I was heavily involved in the conversation so I could escape all thoughts of anything else, which worked for a while, until Gemma excused me from the group, and wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me away.

“Where are we going?” I asked since it was away from the party.

“Come along,” She laughed. We walked into another room, where there were fewer people than the first one.

“Was I in the ‘not close enough people’ room?” I asked.

“Funny. Did I tell you, you look pretty today?” She said, stopping me in my tracks.

“Oh no,  I don’t want to…” I realised why I was being pulled.

“Oh stop it!” She started pulling my hand through people.

“Wait for Gem,” I stopped her, “it feels like I’m using you to meet him, you know.”

She squinted her eyes, and then shook her head, “nice try.”

“It was worth an attempt,” I shrugged.

“C’mon,” She introduced me to her mother first, who complimented my hair and I thanked her. “I think the final project came out so well and I feel like it was completely your creativity which brought it out!” Gemma praised me, and I blushed thanking her. It was nice that my cheeks were already heated because of the praise cause next for meeting him. “Oh, Harry!” She called out, and we turned.

He was in a black coat, a white t-shirt inside with jeans, and that was enough to make my knees wobbly. He smiled big and walked towards up, and I straightened up further. “Hello!” He glanced at me and then his sister and mum. Gemma introduced me, and he turned towards me, shaking my hand. “I’ve heard so much about you and your work from so many people. I’m glad we finally met.” He smiled.

I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I could judge body language, and he was cautious, professional. It was not like a friend meeting a new friend. It was like a celebrity meeting a fan, and that’s what he knew about me. My heart fell, but I was a good actress to not show it. We talked a bit longer, maybe a minute more when Gemma and Anne left us, and then he excused himself to go talk to someone else. I walked out of the room.

At least, I met him.

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#35 The Curse of Being Perfect ( Harry Styles)

I wonder if I should give introductions to my work. What do you think? 

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She was here. I wasn’t sure that she would have made an appearance tonight, especially after our verbal battle the last party, I had held in my hometown. It wasn’t much of a battle. It was just me speaking to her on the balcony questioning why she was there. She wasn’t invited to that party, I didn’t invite her. And her eyes grew wide, and tears flew down, I couldn’t help feel they were fake. No one can be like her. It was impossible, she was a brilliant actress, always had been but, here she was, again. Maybe, she didn’t have any self-respect left?  

“Grace, you’re here! Thank you so much for coming!” Mum had invited her, dammit! She found about my behaviour against her, this was a way of asking for forgiveness. I didn’t know what I had to be sorry for, though. This woman had everything. She had been better than me in everything. If that wasn’t frustrating enough, she was incredibly nice to everyone. Never had anything bad to say to anyone, always remained calm and composed in any debate not showing her feelings, but I got them out of her. I have no idea why I felt so vicious against her. It wasn’t a good thing, and I wasn’t like that. She brought out the worst in me. Always pretending to be benevolent, she always won every singing competition, acting competition, academically she was brilliant, studying in Cambridge at the moment. The only time she didn’t win was when she didn’t participate. She was the ideal, and I was always compared to her. Only she was always better and, it came so naturally to her. I hated this fact. Everyone admired her, all my friends, too but I didn’t think she had friends. She was too perfect to have any, I guess. It was amazing when I left for X Factor, finally achieving something more than her. Something she couldn’t achieve, and I won this time, without her having anything to do with it.

I noticed her dressed in a black lace dress, I knew she couldn’t afford, a smile that looked so genuine, but didn’t reach her eyes and a shade of red lipstick she looked so comfortable in, where did she get this confidence from? You want to be like her, my demon whispered and, I shook it away. I tried to point out a flaw in her body, maybe her stomach was a little chubby when I saw my friends meeting her. Hugging her like they know her well. They might, how do you know? I don’t care if they know her well. Acquaintances and friendship is a different thing. “That is a lovely dress, Grace,” My friend mentioned.

“Thank you, my friend designed it, I’ll let him know,” She smiled and talked to them about their work.

“You better be nice to her this time,” Gemma pinched my arm.

“What?” I whined.

“I am serious, Harry,” She gave me her glare.

“Fine, fine, I won’t talk to her.”

Gemma rolled her eyes and walked away, while I entertained some guests. “Grace is getting more beautiful every time I see her, she is your friend, isn’t she, Harry?” A few Aunts and Uncles mentioned, and I tried not rolling my eyes. Trying to change the topic or get her out of my sight, I hated her.

“Did you say hi to Grace?” Cheryl questioned me, and I stared at her, “C’mon Harry, I have no idea why you don’t like her! Fine, she is good, and you lost a few competitions to her, but grow up now. She has been a big supporter of yours, all throughout your success. Always talking so positively about you, why are you so cruel to her?”

“Supporter of mine?” I asked, almost laughing at her.

“Neel, come here,” She called a school friend of ours, “please tell, Mr Oblivious about how she popularised him in school after he left! It was not just your charming personality, you know.”

“You don’t know?” He stared at me, blank-faced.

“What?” I questioned, shrugging. What could she have done?

“Bro! C’mon! You never thanked her?” He exclaimed.

“Thanked her for what?” I laughed.

“She campaigned for you, here. Like we were sure, she had a crush on you, but it got bigger after you left. So, Xfactor, your first single, your album, your second album, at least till the time she was here, she was the main voice for it. Like told everyone about it, put posters even, made people know about you, it was brilliant! And then, of course, we joined, but she started it! You don’t know this? Six years and you don’t? He is kidding Cheryl, of course, he does!” Neel laughed.

“Look at his face, he doesn’t. He hates her,” She said, rolling her eyes. “I am getting another drink, you want one?” Neel nodded and, they walked to the bar.

I couldn’t believe what Neel just told me, and I walked to my other friends, asking them to confirm it and, all of them nodded. This didn’t make sense to me. “Yeah man, she had a big crush on you! Don’t you know? She was all set to ask you for her prom date, too but she couldn’t make it herself or something.”

Prom. I ruined her prom. I remember she had come to my house. I was in town for a few weeks, and she had come to ask me, with a big card and everything, but I remember insulting her. She is the only one I had ever been so rude with and, I couldn’t help it. I remember her leaving in five minutes. I didn’t even know why I was so angry with her. She was just so good with everything. And, I always lost. We tried so hard always, but once she was on stage, no one could defeat her. I don’t feel like that now. I have practice. I have sung in front of stadiums and what has she done? You’re petty and ridiculous. Who are you? See, she brings out the worst in me. And her liking me? How could she? I was nothing compared to her.

I walked towards the area where she was standing, talking to a few people, “you should sing, Grace! It’s been so long since, everyone has heard your voice, c’mon,” Of course, she was asked to sing.

“Oh no no,” her eyes fell, and she looked uncomfortable. “I can’t sing, not anymore,” and then, she looked at me. “We have an amazing singer with us here anyway, I don’t stand – Harry!” She called me, and everyone turned and, I walked up to the people, I hadn’t met since the party started and they asked me about work. I completely stole her spotlight, and she disappeared from the group when I looked up again.  

After a long conversation with them and a bit of a singing session with everyone there, making mum, Robin and even, Gemma sing, I took a leave to get myself a drink. I saw her standing in a corner, playing with a glass of wine in her hands. She looked so different from the lively, bubbly girl that, used to lighten up the room with just her presence. She could almost disappear now. A part of me felt happy at her defeated self, while the other was worried.

I walked up to the bar, “Hello,” I surprised her, and she shook and looked up from her drink.

“I really am not barging your party, Mr Styles,” A chill of guilt ran through me, “I was called by your mother, and I could only say no so many times.” She met my eyes. I nodded looking away.

She looked down and, stepped away from the table. Leaving her glass, she took her wallet and walked away when I stopped her, “Grace,” She turned around, her long hair, not covering half her uncovered back which my fingers suddenly wanted to touch, what? “Did you really publicise my music here, like in the –”

She looked at me in the eyes, her eyes searching for something, but her face no giving it away. As if disappointed she looked down, shook her head and walked away. I took a big gulp of the drink I was making, and then chugged it down. I wanted to talk to her. I had said a lot of horrible, degrading things to her only to find out that, the goddess liked me, and played a part in my success.

I searched for her in all the halls and asked around, but no one had seen her, “Mum, have you seen Grace?” I asked.

She looked at me, with a questioning look in her eyes, “did you say something to her? Is that why she left?”

“No, I didn’t say anything to her. Wait – she left?” I shouted.

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#55 All Of Me (Harry Styles)

This concept got almost 400 votes and so many requests. Thank you! 

HERE IT IS! 

Word count: 4k+

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Concept: Y/N never was the girl who could make the guy fall for her in first look. She didn’t have the perfect body, or the ideally pretty face. She was beautiful in her own way, and a hard working girl. Nor did she have one of those personalities that would make guys go crazy and chase her. She was just nice, passionate about her own things, and gave her best everywhere she could.

So, it wasn’t strange to understand that Harry Styles didn’t fall for her when they met. She was a friend of one of his friends, and they had just met on one of the trips she had tagged along too. Everyone had nice things to say about her, and she was successful at her work. But, again she wasn’t like those who would make you turn around again, and her charm wasn’t like those girls who’d spark a fire in you.

Plus, Harry had a girlfriend. They were doing fine. A bit of a lull period, but fine. And, Y/N was just a friend who Harry had never noticed like that. Never thought about her after, or was physically/sexually attracted to, she was just a friend.

But, suddenly, this May, she was everywhere. It started with her getting carrot cake to Harry’s hotel in Hong Kong. She was there on the same day, and she had heard Harry was a bit sad. They had spent the night talking, and he had asked her to stay for his concert before she had to head back to L.A.

You see, Y/N was a person who had to slowly be loved. Loving her wasn’t motivated from her surface, but through time spent with her. Time spent with her made Harry realise how utterly wonderful she is, and he could never understand how he looked over her. He persuaded her to come to Japan with him as well. And, Harry realised that falling for Y/N was falling in deep. Falling completely for her, and never wanting to get out. That loving Y/N came from her depth, and once you had loved her, getting out of it was just not possible.

But, Harry had a girlfriend. And Y/N had always been there. 

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Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. He is here. Get it together, you prepared for this. Of course, he’ll be here, it is his sister’s party. Oh god. What if I’m not able to say anything in front of him? What if I freeze? I’ll be the psycho who froze in front of Harry Styles. Or say something stupid or ridiculous? I’ll be that girl who said some random shit in front of Harry Styles. What if I just smile? Like just smile and nod. Okay, that’ll be creepy if someone does just that to me. Why did Gemma want me to meet him anyway? I’ve avoided this interaction for the longest time and now, oh god.

“Over analysing what you’ll say to him when you come face to face,” Miles came and stood beside me, taking a sip of his whisky which I knew he hated.

“You’re revelling in my misery,” I groaned.

“I mean, it’s time! You know most of his friends for what more than a year now, and you have not met the guy. And, everyone knows he is your favourite so,” He went on.

“This is not helping me at all, Miles. Like zero per cent no help!” I looked at him.

“He has heard about you. I’ve talked about you multiple times, mentioned your crush as well. He laughed, don’t worry,” He nudged, knowing he was ruining it further.

“I’m going away. You suck.”

It was true though. I had actively avoided meeting him. He was one of the common friends of many of my friends, and every meeting where I knew he’d be present was avoided by me. It was going strong for a while actually. Until, I met his sister through a common friend on a project, and now, I was here at the completion of the project. Gemma found out about my love for her brother which was awkward as fuck which she found adorable for no reason I could think of, and vowed to introduce me.

“Oh wait, my party! I’ll introduce you guys then!” She chirped.

“Oh no…” I shook my head. “It’s really not necessary.”

“He is not scary at all,” she laughed. “You’ll actually love him. He is not as spontaneous as me though, you’ll see! It’s crazy you haven’t met him yet, you have many common friends. My party it is!”

“No…”

“Oh yes!”

And, here I was, dreading this meeting because I didn’t want to mess it up. He has been someone I look up to for a long time, and I really didn’t want to put another dynamic to this one-sided relationship. More so because, I will always want something more cause I admired him so much, and found out so much by just hearing our friends talk about him, and I knew it will never play out like that. Less heartbreak if he doesn’t know me altogether.

“Y/N come here,” Susie distracted me for the next 45 minutes talking about the next project in line, and our ideas about where the shoot should take place. I was heavily involved in the conversation so I could escape all thoughts of anything else, which worked for a while, until Gemma excused me from the group, and wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me away.

“Where are we going?” I asked since it was away from the party.

“Come along,” She laughed. We walked into another room, where there were fewer people than the first one.

“Was I in the ‘not close enough people’ room?” I asked.

“Funny. Did I tell you, you look pretty today?” She said, stopping me in my tracks.

“Oh no,  I don’t want to…” I realised why I was being pulled.

“Oh stop it!” She started pulling my hand through people.

“Wait for Gem,” I stopped her, “it feels like I’m using you to meet him, you know.”

She squinted her eyes, and then shook her head, “nice try.”

“It was worth an attempt,” I shrugged.

“C’mon,” She introduced me to her mother first, who complimented my hair and I thanked her. “I think the final project came out so well and I feel like it was completely your creativity which brought it out!” Gemma praised me, and I blushed thanking her. It was nice that my cheeks were already heated because of the praise cause next for meeting him. “Oh, Harry!” She called out, and we turned.

He was in a black coat, a white t-shirt inside with jeans, and that was enough to make my knees wobbly. He smiled big and walked towards up, and I straightened up further. “Hello!” He glanced at me and then his sister and mum. Gemma introduced me, and he turned towards me, shaking my hand. “I’ve heard so much about you and your work from so many people. I’m glad we finally met.” He smiled.

I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I could judge body language, and he was cautious, professional. It was not like a friend meeting a new friend. It was like a celebrity meeting a fan, and that’s what he knew about me. My heart fell, but I was a good actress to not show it. We talked a bit longer, maybe a minute more when Gemma and Anne left us, and then he excused himself to go talk to someone else. I walked out of the room.

At least, I met him.

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