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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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#52 - Playing the Intermediary (Harry Styles)

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

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“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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PART 2

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#52 - Playing the Intermediary (Harry Styles)

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

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“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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#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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PART 2

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