![]() You smiled at this and slowly massaged his hair, and fed him some of your pop corns, every now and then. He then slowly changed the position and was now lying on your lap. Niall went to the kitchen to drink some water and when he returned, he came and sat beside you. So you were now in his house, in the living room with all of the boys sat on the couch, eyes fixed on the television. So because of these and many other reasons you thought it would be best to do nothing about it. And third, if the relationship didn’t work out, it would just ruin a perfectly going friendship. Second, you knew the hate you were gonna get for being girlfriends of his or his band mates from their fans. ![]() One, you didn’t know how serious he was about you. The thing is you really had feelings for him too, but you tried to dodge those away due to many reasons. He always indicated that he wanted you both to be more than just friends, but you never really gave in. Niall and you were good friends for a long time now. ![]() Niall invited you to spend an afternoon watching football with him and the boys, and so you did. Later that night, he found a slip of paper that had your name and phone number on it, that you sneakily put in his coat pocket. You shook your head and said, “I gotta go, Harry, it was really nice meeting you!” and gave him a hug. Wanna know the real me? I’ll take you to an amazing date tomorrow and you can give your fair judgments!” “That’s just what the media make me look like!”, he said and added, “That’s not the real me. All of these speaks 'player’ to me!”, you shrugged. Charming looks, flirty talks, and the big addition of the famous and beautiful exes. “Who told you I was one?”, he asked, his expressions turned more serious. “A‘player’ isn’t exactly my type!”, you replied. You laughed, shook your head and said, “Nah! I don’t think so! You would have to date me to dump me.” “Damn! Now, we’ve got to create another list!”, he said chuckling. I’m sorry, but I can’t be added to your list of dumped model exes. And what do you do for a living? I’m guessing, modelling, from your looks?” ![]() “So, y/n, where do you live?”, he asked sipping his drink. “Please, don’t hurt my self respect!”, you said and gave the money to him. He shook his head and said, “No, you keep that, I insist.” “y/n”, you said while taking some money from your purse and handing it over to him. From that one band.”, you said ignoring his hand. He came towards where you sat, flashed a bright smile, extended his hand for a shake and said, “I’m Harry Styles.” “By that nice gentleman over there.”, he said pointing to a familiar curly haired face two seats beside yours, who you just noticed. You took your credit card from your wallet and gave it to the bartender to make the payment.īut to your surprise, he said, “Your drink’s been already paid, mam!”Ī confused you asked him, “What? By who?” Truth be told, you felt bored and wanted to go back to your place so bad and were about to do just that. You sat by the bar, while rolling your eyes at your friends who went off to dance. Honestly, you wanted a quite day in, but apparently “it’s all you ever do, and it’s high time to go out and have fun!” So you got dressed up and made your way towards the pub. You reluctantly went out with your friends on a Friday night out to a pub nearby where you live. ![]()
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