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“Babe,” Niall hummed next to you as you turned the page of your book. “Mhm?” You questioned, not taking your eyes away from the line that you was reading. “Bored,” “Find something to do then,” you rolled your eyes. You had been fixated on this book for the past hour and you couldn’t find it in you to put the thing down. You always had a problem of once you started a book, you more than likely would finish it within two days, if not before. It relaxed you and set the real world to one side for a few hours. Niall on the other hand always had his ways of distracting you from reading and whenever he was about, you were more than likely to read the same line about four times. This one book had you captivated for one reason in particular - It was full of steamy sex. Niall knew when you were turned on in even the slightest because each time, you would turn your neck, finding that crack. And with his eyes drawing right on you from his boredom, he didn’t miss it. “What exactly are you reading?” He asked, lifting your book up to his view to see the back page. “Are you really interested?” You laughed“Is this a dirty book?” Niall cocked his brow at you. Looking up from the book and trying not to smirk at him, you gave him a slight nod before focusing down on the words. “Well,” Niall mumbled to himself before leading back on the couch. You sighed as silence took over again and you were able actually to find your place and carry on reading. Within seconds, you got back into it, not noticing anything that was going on around you. So much so, that you didn’t notice Niall get off the couch and kneel down between your legs until you felt his hand skim up your exposed thigh. 

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#12 Perfection (M) (Harry Styles One Shot)

So, I read a lot of bad boy fanfiction. Most of them were quite cliched so, recommend me some you think is not. 

This is my attempt to not be cliched. But, maybe it is…

Let me know, how you think about this? COMMENT. They help me update faster. 

-theStylesproject

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Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock. 

I kept glancing at the big clock to get a little motivation to finally, pay attention to Aphra Behn. He ruined it like completely ruined this play for me, and I couldn’t help myself get distracted. Also, another distraction of mine sat in front of me. She kept shifting next to him, and his moving away from her made no difference because she moved closer. There were two different chairs! Why couldn’t she keep her butt attached to hers? 

The bell rang, and I wasted a little time packing my bag. I knew he would wait, making some excuse for his friends to leave him behind. I closed the zip, “I think, she does it on purpose!” I said in conclusion as I walked up to him. 

“Hmm…” He smiled and bent down to kiss me. I kissed back. 

“But, seriously! She does it ON PURP-” He shut me up kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and did the same around my waist, pulling me closer and deepening our kiss. 

I kissed down his neck, finding a bit of skin and biting it as he moaned. He wore a pure white shirt, tucked in with his skinny jeans today. He looked utterly delicious. 

“Aren’t you naughty today…” He giggled, taking my bag from my shoulder and pulling me out of the class. 

“Can’t help it, you’re so sexy…” I stopped him in his tracks, keeping my hand on his chest and opening another button. He held my hand and brought me closer to kiss him again. “And all mine,” I whispered against his lips. They were so red. He had been biting them.

He smirked and kissed my forehead. “You should sit with me if you’re so jealous,” He kept his hands on my hips as I bought a cupcake. 

“What? With your friends? You should sit with me, away from them and then, I’ll sit away from mine. It’ll only be fair!” I smirked. 

“Yeah! Oh, and then, imagine the things I can do to you! My fingers under the table, between your thighs, fingering you!” He teased. 

“We need to study!” I said, putting a hand on my chest dramatically. 

“You break my heart! He cried. “No, don’t so that! You’re supposed to eat it with the cream!” He exclaimed, hating when I did that. I offered him a bite as he pouted. 

“So proper!” I laughed. He scolded me when I licked off the cream from my Oreos, too! It annoyed him so bad. Sitting in his car, I kissed him again. “We’re so touchy today!” 

“I like that! Remember last week?” He laughed, “Don’t touch me! I don’t like being touched…” He tried to imitate a cry baby. I hit his arm. 

“I was upset.” 

“Yeah, made you happy again!” I loved when he kept his hands on my thighs while driving. He did it quite naturally, and I guess, I liked that fact. We were so different from each other but, just fit well together. He was the hot shot of college. Everyone knew him. For both the bad and the good things. 

“Will you leave me home?” I asked.

“Aren’t you coming to the practice?”

“Oh, alright,” 

“You don’t mind, right? I like having you there…” He squeezed my thigh.

“No. Also, I bought this new book! Oh, it’s so good!” He always heard all my stories. I was a storyteller and a very talkative one too. Harry heard me out, listening to each and every story I read or movie I watched. “I think, I’ll finish that…” 

It’s weird to think how we came together. It seemed so long but, it had been just one year. “Tell me about it,” he poked and I did. 

He pulled me into his football practice. He had a scholarship because he was so good too. I sat on the benches, wrapping myself in a blanket I carried and read my book on my kindle as he practiced with his team. I sneaked a few glances now and then; he was so hot to me. 

A year and a half ago, it was all so different. I remember sitting on the same bench and Harry playing another game. He was so cocky. Still is but, is so much better now. He says I keep him grounded. Remind him what’s important and that was enough. With his family drama, I didn’t want him hurt again. I wanted to protect him from all his troubles. He entered this college as a plan to leave his house. His father didn’t want him studying business. He was supposed to be a lawyer. When he applied for a business, his father pulled his money out and Harry worked for a scholarship. He’s doing so well now. 

When he came to this college, he got involved with the seniors and drugs. Peer pressure, him wanting to get accepted, anger and well, his good looks all worked towards that. When I entered, he was a total dick to me because I pushed his limits and didn’t take his shit. I was the first girl to say no to him. He was such a cocky bastard. Still is, but now he has me. I fell for him, so deep. Figuring out all his problems with him and keeping him settled with my amazing organizing capabilities, he couldn’t keep himself away. I think he loves me too. I’ve heard him mutter it a few times when, I’m asleep but, I think we’ll say it to each other soon. 

I was another screw-up. Having a string of bad relationships, I was quite sarcastic. Plus, after my parent’s divorce, I just couldn’t believe in the existence of love anymore. Harry is my only exception and he knows how much I value words. How I take the word love and hate very seriously. I want to tell him I love him. I want to know how it feels. 

“Hey baby, let’s go!” Harry shouted from the field. I nodded and ran downstairs to meet a very wet Harry. He’d just had a bath, and his was wet. 

“You’ll catch a cold!” I scolded as I took his towel and wiped his hair. They were so long now, made him feel badass, he said. 

“Why do you want to go to your room?” He asked when we stopped outside my house. A couple of friends and I moved into an apartment since; we couldn’t handle the sorority or the dorms. We were a little too different. I was a debater and an actress. My best friend was an artist, and the other one was a boxer, and then, the last one wanted to be a fashion designer, and we were her models. It was fun, living together. We had a cook who came in every day, too! 

“Where will I go?” I laughed. 

“My room!” Harry lived in a fraternity. 

“That sounds like a lovely idea! Frat boys are so sexy!” I moaned, teasing him. 

He tickled me as I screamed, “The only frat boy that you’ll put your eyes on is this one!” He pulled me his lap and rested my back on the steering wheel. 

“Yeah, this one is very sexy,” I pressed his biceps. “I am so lucky…” I giggled, trying to tickle him but, he held my hands. 

“You’re going to be in so much trouble, so feisty and naughty!” He tickled again causing be to blow the horn. “Come with me!” 

“But, it’s Friday, and you’ll have a party there…” I cribbed. “And, I want to have sex, cause I’m so horny!” 

“Yeah, you’re coming with me!” Harry picked me up and placed me on my seat and drove off. 

The party had started, and I was no stranger to them. Harry and I had fought so many times in these that, I lost count. I slapped him the first time he made fun of me. My body…I’m still insecure when I remember it but, Harry has brought me to my peak so many times telling me different that, askedI feel better. 

“Do you want to drink something had asked before we got inside his room. He nodded and held my hand as we walked to the section. “I love this song!” I shouted, shaking my butt. Harry laughed and made our drinks. 

“Ira! Dance with me!” Josh came up and pulled my hand as I laughed, looking at Harry. He just shook his head, laughing and got back to making our poison. I jumped because it was the only thing I could do to this song. It was a jumpy song and Josh jumped with me. “You’re so sexy, Ira!” He screamed in my ear.

“I know!” I screamed back. I saw harry. Ready with two pitchers in his hand. He kept them back and leaned back watching me dance. I tried being as seductive as I could, calling him closer but, he just watched. I got lost as the song changed. High on energy, honestly, never needed alcohol to get high. I joined in the crowd as people around me danced when I felt hands around my waist. 

I leaned back, loving the warmth as he held me close. “You’re so naughty. Not even drunk, hardly in any revealing clothes and making every guy here want you,”  He whispered in my ear. 

“It’s all for you,” I kissed him there, middle of the dance floor having a full make-out session with my boyfriend and loving it. 

He made me climb on his back and picking up our stuff we walked towards his room. Thank God he kept it clean now. It used to be such a mess. 

He dropped me on his bed and kept the bags away. He kept glancing at me as he paced around the room and I lay on his bed, stretching out and giggling. I was comfortable with him now; I liked the fact that, I didn’t have to keep working all the time for him. He had me and me, him. 

He poured our drinks in a glass, “here, bottoms up!” He said. I stared into his eyes, innocently. But, he knew my tricks. “Now.” 

We finished our drinks in one go, and he climbed over me. My lips finally met his as he sucked my lips, pulling me closer, holding my face in his palms. I struggled, trying not to break all the buttons. I like this shirt. “You hand are so cold,” He held my hands and kissed them. I pulled his shirt away and he pulled my top off. I climbed on top of him, making our heads meet, his eyes into mine, as I took off my bra. His hands explored my body, knowing each part so well. I knew the taste of his skin, and he knew my weak points. He had such long fingers. He was an artist, in secret. I discovered his sketch book and he almost screamed at me. But, them he saw the tears in my eyes and didn’t. It was a bad day. 

I wrapped my hands around his neck and brought his lips to mine, our tongues battling each others for dominance. He teased moving his lips over my neck and then, coming back to my breasts and arched back to the bed, his lips going down to my navel. He pulled me back up putting a sip of his drink in his mouth. I didn’t realise what he was up to when he pulled my face to his and kissed me, transferring the drink to my mouth.I didn’t know what was so hot about this but, I swear my panties were in a puddle after this. 

We did it again and again, as Harry licked my body, teasing me with the drink in his mouth. I couldn’t take it anymore. I rushed to push his jeans down, which was a task. They stuck to his legs; his legs were so much better than mine. I was always jealous. He made it worse by always saying I know. I freed his dick and was shocked to see it already hard. “Don’t you just want to get in me?” I laughed, massaging him in my hands. 

“Yes, god yes. Let’s just forget it tonight!” I laughed as picked me up and pulled my jeans off along with my underwear. He placed a kiss on my thighs and then, my clit and climbed. 

“You’re the tease!” I cried but, shut up when I felt him right against me. “What are you waiting for?” 

“I want to tell you something…” He huffed. He looked so sexy, like a greek god standing on top of me. 

“Hmm…” I asked, holding his arm. He bent down and kissed my lips.

“I love you.”

My eyes widened, and I felt him kiss me, and I held his face in my hands. “You sure?” He nodded. 

“I love you too,” The smile on his face was just beautiful. I would have confessed earlier if this was going to be his reaction. “I love you so much…”I moaned as I felt him enter me. He kept the pace slow, and steady, forcing my eyes to stay locked with his and then, increased his speed. I cried, as thrust faster going crazy by the second. We changed position as I rode him, bouncing on his dick, screaming his name as loud as I could, owning him completely. 

I collapsed on top of him as he let go inside of me confessing his love again. He slipped out and kissed my forehead, bringing me closer. 

“You’re so perfect for me…” He sighed, his eyes closed against my shoulder. We were sweat and still stuck to each other. 

“You’re perfect for me, too.” 

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#54 How Do They Do It? (Harry Styles)

Hello! Thank you so much for waiting for me and liking all my little concepts! 

Here is the first part of the first one! 

CONCEPT: 

Y/N had a life of her own before Harry and there was no reason why she wouldn’t have one when she was with him as well. But, what people loved about these two were how they were able to create space for themselves and have their own personality after 5 years of being together but, also how they worshipped each other to the core.

Harry followed her around like a puppy, kissing on her, doting on her and she did the absolute same and she loved on him in front of and when they were away not knowing they were being watched.

It felt unreal, but these two did it so well, that people hated them for it - and they were still clueless about it.

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“I think, I want to get this today, so I can process these forms tomorrow before I leave. Also, could you look into the scene list for me? See if I’m missing something?” Y/N told her co-worker.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. The project doesn’t start for like two months. Enjoy your time off!” Y/N had been working so hard for the last four months. She worked as an Assistant Director and her last film had finally wrapped up, and they were free for the next two months before the next project started. Not that she really was on an off. She also owned an online business with her best friend. She was the business brains, and her friend handled the designing and the manufacturing. They promoted native culture from three different countries and put it forward in the world. They were still small, but for a company that started about a year and a half ago, they were doing exceedingly well, and they both thanked their stars every day.

Y/N like it though, she liked owning a business and following her passion, and even though her life sometimes got a little too crazy, she managed it well. She gave her boyfriend that benefit though. He kept her sane, and she’d like to say she did the same for him. He usually based himself around her whenever he was off stage, and whenever she was off, she followed him around with her laptop.

Y/N’s aim was to start her own film, but she was still finding her perfect story, after a fallout with the writer of her last one. It was a difficult thing to overcome, but the girl was constantly all over her boyfriend, and when he had to push her off him, Y/N had had enough with that trick, and finally listened to her boyfriend’s advice on how her friend was not the right person to work with. She was fine for the moment though, she loved working as an assistant director, and learnt the most she could from working with the greats. It took all her strength to be where she was, and she was still young. Very young, only 22 and it had been just a year before that she had completed her masters in direction.

It had been longer with her boyfriend though. They met when she was still doing her under graduation. Actually, she met him when she started it, in her first week. He was friends with her flatmate and had come to see him in secret. No one knew he was on campus, nor it would have gone a bit crazy. One Direction had come out with their third album, and he out of a horrible relationship. She still doesn’t know how it came to be what it was, but it was rocky at the start. He was in a phase of being heartbroken, and an asshole, and he still says, how he doesn’t recognize himself when he sees that year. He played her for a long while, a long long while that Y/N for the first three years of their relationship refused to acknowledge that period in their timeline. He, on the other hand, wanted her in the good and especially, in the bad. So, it was five years now.

But, he had played her for that year. He knew she was gullible enough to fall for him, and do anything for him. But, he also, liked her. For the longest time chased her around to finally get her. She was young as well, and he was her first proper relationship. So, he messed around with her, and messed around with other people, not calling it a relationship when it clearly was one, and she was putting herself in one with a guy who was hardly in the city, never around her to hold her hand, or show her off. It was until in the third month, when she found out about the other girls, realised it was not a relationship, and freaked out. He broke her heart, and she called him the worst human in the world. She called him a lot worse, but what broke his heart was, the fact that this girl wanted everything in a relationship that he had wanted. And now that he broke her heart, she’ll turn into him, who just thought he could live like how he was. And he hated seeing her cry. So, he chased her again, and opened up to her in every way he could, as he presented his heart to her for keeping this time.

She has kept it safe with her, believing him after almost eight months of them being together again to make sure he was here to say, and he was. He was an incredibly committed guy. That was what he also called his vice. Cause, he committed himself to something only after fully believing in it. So it was always a 100% or nothing to him. Y/N had his 100% in his heart criteria. They made it through her graduation, the band hiatus when he became a mess, and through his solo career, and her starting in her career. She can’t say it had always been strong, cause they had their fallouts, but Y/N wasn’t taught to give up, and Harry was too strong headed to ever not be able to get through a bad period and come back in her arms.

Y/N was on the flight to Australia now. She was supposed to meet him after his Australian tour ended, but she had wanted to surprise him, and Jeff made all her dreams come true. She knew he adored her. She was his way through any difficult idea with Harry. She was going to meet him in Sydney after his concert there, and she couldn’t wait.

She was managing all her appointments on the flight so she could take three days off her online business to give all her time to him before she had to divide her time between him and her work. He knew how busy her work life was, knew how she processed, and he admired how strong she was. It was one of the first things he fell for with her, her passion for things. Her passion for the littlest to the largest thing and he knew her passion for him.

They had a deal. They knew their life was hectic, but after the third year fight about not giving each other time, they had decided about how they had to make time for each other regardless of how crazy it got. This was through his hectic concerts, and crazy writing periods to her shooting and managing her business. This got them through all the long distance, and all the space they needed to know themselves to be stuck to each other when they were together. It was tough, it required a lot of effort from both of them, equally. Especially when people around them always thought how they could do better, and how could they do it with the distance, and how they are better for them than their current relationship. They got through all of it, because Y/N loved him with passion, and Harry did not have it in his functioning to love anything else apart from her.

Jeff had it all arranged, and she didn’t even have to worry about her stuff reaching wherever her boyfriends was, and she was handed a drink while she freshened up, looking the best for him. Always trying to look the best for him, like he tried to for her. Jeff came and hugged her, telling her some crazy instances they faced in the tour so far, and about his family, catching up with her. He was still performing, and Y/N didn’t want to watch the concert halfway. She had missed all his previous ones, hating how she wasn’t there with his family in London. But, she was here now.

And in a dress, she knew he would love. He loved backless dresses - said it messed up his head when he saw is his angel in a short dress in which she already looked like a sin, but when her back was completely bare for him to touch…well, it made him go insane. She wanted him to go absolutely berserk today.

He came off stage, high on energy, thanking everyone involved for making it amazing today. He was sweaty, and took off his jacket, giving it to the assistant who had a hanger ready for him, as he made his way towards his dressing room. Jeff came out of his room, stopping him in the track, and hugging him congratulating him on the crowd. “Why weren’t you watching me?” He pretended to be offended, but Jeff lied about some complication for tomorrow which needed sorting out to not give away anything. He nodded, “let me get changed and then, leave yeah?” He opened the door to his room. Locking it behind him, he didn’t notice any presence in his room, as it was usually empty, and Y/N was hiding behind the door. He proceeded to take his pants off, before Y/N repeated a dialogue which he usually said to tease her, “I have no idea, how you think you’re allowed to go out in the public looking like that?” he turned around, his eyes meeting hers, and taking her in, “and then, you don’t even show off to me so -“ she didn’t get to finish as, he smashed in his body into hers, “Harry…” she breathed out, as his arms wrapped around her body, making her fit into him, like she always has, like she knows this is her home. Her, attached to his body, his lips on her shoulder, breathing her in.

He held her for a long time before he let her go, kissing her neck, her cheeks, her forehead, her jaw, before she held his face to make him kiss her lips. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Harry bent down, picking her up by making her wrap her legs around him, and sitting on the couch, so he could do this longer, and make her comfortable. No words were spoken. They had really pushed it this time. Four months of not being able to see each other, with just two days in between where they could meet. He usually, made time to come to her, but because of her direction in a major film this time, she couldn’t meet anyone. She held his face in her hands, as their kiss got deeper and they tasted each other properly, with Harry’s hands going all over her body with a stronghold to actually know she was there.

“I love when you surprise me,” He kissed her one more time before pulling away. “Baby,” one more time, and he could stop himself. Maybe a couple more, as he kissed her again, making her laugh. “Did you plan this?”

Y/N nodded, “Jeff helped,” She took the liberty to make her hands go through his hair, which was much longer than the last time she had held it. It brought tears to her eyes, as one fell down, making Harry frown, “I’m sorry for staying away for this long. And also, not talking for a week in between,” She kissed his cheek.

He wiped her tear away, “hey, this was an amazing opportunity. More than amazing, this was fantastic. And, this is the time where you take your risks. I don’t regret it. I love our FaceTime sessions,” He laughed, knowing he loved her in her arms more.

“Okay, I’m yours for the next two months though,” she gave him big smile, finally telling him the duration of her break.

“Two months? Wait until the end of the tour? What?” He kissed her, “really?”

“Yes, and then the shoots in L.A. for The Last Sunshine,” Harry raised his eyebrow, knowing the entire drama about selecting the location, “I know, out of every place in the world, they chose L.A., but whatever, that means -“

“That means we have more than two months together before it gets crazy busy again,” Harry finished her sentence, “Gosh, how will we ever manage? What if I can’t stand you?” he teased.

“I can buy new lingerie every month?” she said, innocently pretending to play along. Harry made an extra eager-excited face, making her laugh all over again before they heard a knock, and Harry brought her closer, covering half her back with his arm, protectively, as the door opened.

“Hey!” Jeff walked in, “Happy, my man?”

“Happiest,” he smiled.

“That smiles worth it,” He gave Y/N a high five, as he walked towards them. “Okay, here are the keys to the car. Please be safe, don’t stay out the entire night and come back to the hotel so, that you can rest up for tomorrow’s performance.”

“I was thinking, we could just go to the hotel. Start all our adventures tomorrow,” Harry winked looking at her. They liked to take off in the night and explore the city, so Harry knew what the city looked at night, and sometimes they messed up his schedule. Jeff became the dad then, setting both of them straight, while they acted like teenagers. It had happened often enough for him to start with a warning.

“That’s new,” Jeff laughed, and Harry made a face. “Okay now get off each other, and let’s make a move.” He walked towards the door, as Harry bent placing a kiss on the skin showing between Y/N’s breasts, “Guys now!” Harry groaned, as he licked that spot making Y/N shiver.

“This dress,” he kissed her shoulder, “should be illegal.”

“You should be illegal,” Y/N said, before she crashed her lips to his.

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“Lie down on the bed fo’me,” harry mumbled in the kisses. He had stripped her completely naked, ruining her bra, and tearing her panties, saying sorry baby, it was too delicate, but Y/N knew better to know he loved doing it.

“Don’t know how long you lasted without me,” Y/N picked up her body, resting on her elbows, her legs open wide apart, as Harry shook out of his pants, and his underwear.

“It’s your voice, and your abilities to get me off through a camera baby, maybe we could invest you in porn,” Y/N hit him, before he held her arm, making her hold it above her head before he got her other arm in his hold. Holding her with his one hand, he used his other, to feel her out. Slowly, taking in what he had missed for the past four months. Touching all that he wanted to touch over their sessions only to be not able to.

“Harry,” Y/N moaned, has his fingers entered her mouth, and she sucked on it with full attention, letting it go with a pop, as his now, wet fingers went down her neck, to those fucking nipples, which were so sensitive, he had made her come just with his tongue on it once. He loved finding out new pressure points in her body so, he could play her properly in his hands.

His fingers reached her pussy, as he entered two fingers inside her, making Y/N roll her eyes so far in her head, and making her take a breath.

“Harry please,” she let out his name like a chant out of her tongue. They didn’t have it in them too much to continue the foreplay. It had been too long, and he was already leaking out, while she had been drenched since the dressing room.

“I’m going to push in, yeah?” He said, “babe?”

Y/N nodded, as Harry let go of her arms, as one grabbed the pillow, and other his arm, as he slowly pushed inside of her. Pumping slowly, teasingly so, that Y/N felt the chill rise up from her legs on to her stomach, curling her foot. “Oh god,” She moaned out, as Harry quickened his pace, balls deep inside of her, his dick slamming into her hard and fast. He bent down, kissing her lips, and her neck, as she squeezed him so tight, making him want to stay buried in her forever. Y/N came so fast, it was incredible how much she missed his body. It was so good, that she couldn’t help tears fall out. She rolled them, so Harry was on her back, continuing to bounce on him, knowing he was so close. He held her hips and thrusted so hard and fast, as he came so deep inside of her, coating her walls with his release, making Y/N feel sedated. He stilled inside of her for a while, holding himself there, as Y/N crashed on his body, nuzzling her head into his chest. She could feel his cum inside her, warm knowing it’ll put out of her onto the sheets when he pulled out.

“I love you, did I say that?” He asked.

“I love you,” She whispered to his heart, as he wrapped his arms around her.

Harry proceeded to fuck her twice more, once on the bed again, and then in the washroom before she entered the shower. He liked seeing him fuck her in the mirror, and this room had three all around them to give him all the angles to see her fall apart in his arms.

He did end up missing his morning gym session, but he ordered breakfast in bed for her. He wanted to see her eat, he wanted to see her do everything around him, for now, he wanted to sit with him between his legs in nothing, and eat her toast telling him about the time, the actor got locked in one of the rooms, and the shooting getting cancelled because everyone thought he went home. 

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#35 Curse of Being Perfect Part 2 (Harry Styles)

PART 1,

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“How was the party last night?” Jim asked me at the shop.

“Oh great, great, just great!” I smiled and took my things and left. The party ended for me last night after I left my house looking for Grace. But, the goddess disappeared. She was not at her house, and I didn’t know her enough to know where she would be at 11:30 PM. Probably her boyfriends…

I wanted to throttle my demon who kept whispering things, making me cringe at my own actions. From the morning till now, I was drowned in guilt. Neel planned to show me the entire amount of work she put in and in her own little way, it was a lot. All I could remember was how cruel I was to her every time I can back. Our friends were common now, but I always excluded her. I knew she was at the party as a plus one, that evening, but it didn’t stop me from insulting her.

“Mum, I got the stuff. I’m going to the field for a bit,” Not taking my car, I walked down to the only quiet place I could think of; I liked the fact that, not a lot of people knew about and, it made it easier for me just to be there. I climbed the steps to a small place where, the river just flew and, it only a couple could sit there. I saw black hair from the top and, I stopped in my tracks not before, causing a pebble to drop.

Grace looked up and, her eyes widened. I’m sure she cursed before she took a breath, “could you please not come here?” She asked.

“Excuse me?” I frowned.

“Yes, it must be hard hearing a No, but this is my quiet place and, I don’t want it to be ruined,” She met my eyes, they were wet, “under any circumstances, so please.”

“This is my quiet place, too,” I said climbing down and she huffed. “And, there is a place for one more so, I can sit in my corner, and you sit in yours,” I smiled, trying to be genuinely nice. You have to try to be nice.

She cuddled into herself, getting in a corner and reading her book from the little sunlight that fell on the page. Not once, did she look at me? But, I couldn’t help staring. The feeling when you see someone for the first time, this time real? Her cheeks were a bit red and, she sniffed and, she tried hiding behind her long hair. She was beautiful it was quite clear. But, it wasn’t just her face, it kinda grew out of her which I always tried to copy. You succeeded, now everyone knows how nice you are. Only she knows the horrible face.

“So, what have you been up to?” I asked her, making her stop and look at me.

“Why are you talking to me?” She looked at me in confusion.

“That’s rude. I thought you were so nice to everybody,” I tried smiling instead of smirking.

“What do you want, Harry?” she asked, closing her book.

“Will you forgive me if I say sorry?” her eyes wide, and then, looking all around the tiny space. “There is no one here.”

“Are you saying sorry or asking for my reaction if you say sorry?” she questioned.

“I am saying sorry,” I decided. “I am sorry, I mean.”

“Alright, you’re forgiven.” She nodded and opened her book again.

“That’s – that’s it, you don’t want to talk about it?” I asked her confused.

“Talk about what?” She looked up and, I frowned. “Look, I know you hate me. I don’t know why and frankly, I have cared for so long, but I don’t anymore. It’s frustrating, and you’re not the only important thing in my life. You have a perfect life, the perfect career in a field that you love! You have the entire world loving you and just waiting for you to smile! You know what I have? A fucking tough college which drains the core of you. A course in something, I am not positive I like, but Father says, it’s just a phase. What if it’s not? You are already earning, in millions! I have to make my career after this hell house is over, in a field, I am not sure I even like, so save it!  I don’t want to talk about how the only imperfect thing in your life is that I exist, okay! Or is that giving too much importance to myself?” She got up angry, I had never seen her angry.

“Grace – I…”

“Save it, Harry.”

She climbed and left the tiny space while I sat dumbfounded in the same place.

—

It was a month after I saw her again. In a bookshop, in London, looking all calm and composed and, I couldn’t help myself, “Hey, I am Harry,” I went and stood beside her.

She looked at me and then, back to the book. Maybe in shock, and looked back at me. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I saw you and, couldn’t help myself honestly,” I looked into her eyes. “Would you like to join me for lunch?”

“I…rather not, I have to –”

“Please Grace, give me a chance. I swear I won’t hurt you.”

She gulped, but nodded and followed me out. I took her to one of my favourite places here, and got a table in one of the rooms, luckily. “This is fancy,” She smiled.

“It’s just more private, what would you like to drink?” I asked her, and she shrugged. “Well, I’ll order, try it?” She nodded, as she fiddled with her fingers. She was out of her comfort zone.

“How’s college?” I asked.

“Alright…”

“Look, Grace, I – I don’t know how to apologise for what I have done and –”

“I forgave you, Harry. Long back, I told you,” She said, softly. “I don’t hold any grudges, really.”

“I hated you.”

“What?”

“I did, like badly. You are always so perfect. You excelled at everything! And, I couldn’t help be jealous. I had to be, but I forgot you were my motivator. I always thought, if I could be like Grace, I could win it. Secretly, I still do,” I whispered. “I am sorry, I have been so blind with us.”

“Perfect? You think I’m perfect?” She scoffed. “I am far from perfect. I couldn’t get the one guy I liked to like me back, do you know how important that is to a teen girl? And, he crushed me at every opportunity he got. We used to be friends, Harry. I won maybe because I always wanted to impress you. Just have you say that I was amazing, but that never happened. So, I stopped performing. You know, why are you telling me all this now? What’s the point?” I could see she was tired.

“I didn’t know you like me,” I told her, honestly.

“Yes, you were too blind hating me. I saw you as perfect. Everything about you, from your hard work to your band, I came for every show. Until you told me, I wasn’t invited. And, your girlfriend laughed at me. Humiliated me and told me to stop being fixated on you, and that you hated it. So, I stopped that, there isn’t much for me to stop now. And, I won’t. You are not that important and – what am I doing here? I need to leave, I am sorry,” she got up from the table and picked up her bag. On impulse I got up and, was at her side, stopping her from running again.

“Look, just wait, a minute,” I said, wrapping my arms around her so, she stopped struggling to get away.

“Let me go, Harry!” I yelled, crying now.

“No, not again,” I made her drop her bag, “look at me,” After struggling for a bit longer, I made her turn and, made her look at me. Her cheeks were wet as, I removed her hair from her face. “There I can see you, now. You are very beautiful, and I don’t hate you.”

“What game is this?” She whispered.

“There’s no game. What are we now, twenty-two? We are too old for games,” I giggled. “Just calm down,” I made her breathe and, sit down again, pulling a chair next to her. She hiccupped and, took some water, clutching the glass in her hands. We ate our meal in silence. Our old waiter understanding that his presence should be kept to the minimum left us alone.

“Are you travelling back or staying here?” I asked her.

“Staying,” she answered.

“Where?”

“I have to look for a place, not sure.”

“Oh,” I nodded, “Come stay with me? I have a house here, and you won’t have to spend too much time looking for a place either.”

“No, umm, I am staying here for a couple of days. Wanted a break so, umm, yeah.”

“Then, stay for a couple of days here?” I pushed, “I know, I am pushing you. It’s a lot to take, but just believe once?”

“Harry, I - ” She hiccupped.

—

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