Bitch Please - A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Song:
Iggy Azalea ft. Charli XCX - Fancy
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Fleur’s POV:
As soon as we got to my apartment, after eating 10 different types of ice cream from Gelatissimo to calm—no soothe my frazzled nerves, we were returning home to think about what we should say to Niall, watch the show of Koffee with Kat and to ‘clean’ me up.

“Hmm” Topaz said as she rummaged through my closet, “You’re lacking good clothes, man. Time to go shopping”
I groaned and pulled a hand down from my face, “Do we have to? I have good clothes dudette!”

“Too bad, hun” Topaz said again and closed the doors of my wardrobe

“Topaz I am not going shopping. Remember that Niall liked me for me. I would rather be myself” I seriously told her, who rolled her eyes and shrugged.

“Well if you look bad, don’t blame me”

I scoffed, “I won’t, you cactus”

“Way to go with the insults, Floo” she said and laughed.

What’s wrong with a cactus! Insert offended face!

“That means that we have to send him a text once his show is over. Go turn your ratchet TV on!” she demanded, and I groaned again but got up and waddled over to the TV, turning it on to SBY Channel.

The show was going to end in a few minutes, and in that time I caught myself staring at Niall.

Think about it, Niall Horan asked me out for a date. Me, Fleur Mirette Delacour, an average girl who lives alone in an apartment with a retarded-ass bestie who likes to sleep over whenever she pleases. Oh, and we like to fan-girl over One Direction. What’s special about me?

And look at Niall, beautiful, hot, heartthrob pop singer in One Direction, who has all the girls drooling over his adorable Irishness. Why on Earth does he want to go out on a date with me?

But then dates don’t necessarily mean that they’ll ask you to be your girlfriend. You can go out for a date just to get to know each other, right? But for some reason I want Niall to ask me to be his girlfriend, but I also don’t want him to.
Is that like, understandable or not? Or is it just me? Whatever.

Ooh or maybe I’m fancy, hey? I’m so fancy, you already know? Okay no, not Iggy Azalea.

I was snapped out of the staring-at-the-TV trance when the camera started to zoom out, and soon the credits were showing.

“So” Topaz was first to say, “Time to text him”

My stomach started to twist and churn, the bile simmering down low. I gulped and nodded, before running off into the bathroom, bolting the door shut and standing near the toilet bowl.

The sourness ran up my esophagus and I puked all what I ate out. Behind me, Topaz was banging on the door.

“Fleur holy crap, are you alright!”

I sighed and flushed the toilet bowl and headed to the sink and washed my face and gargled twice with Listerine.

I opened the door and there was standing a concerned-looking Topaz. Well that’s a first.

“Are you okay?” she spoke quietly as I walked by her and flunked myself on the bed.

“Mhm, just a nervous breakdown” I said and held my head in my hands

“I’ll text him so you don’t know, alright?” she gently spoke and ran her hand in my hair.

I smiled with a nod and handed her my iPhone, which she took and unlocked. I watched as she endlessly tapped on the screen and soon her thumb was hovering over the edge of the screen. The message was about to be sent. Oh and there it goes she sent it.

Topaz looked up and grinned and chucked the phone over to me and I quickly read what she wrote.

‘Fleur here x
Sent: 1:03 PM, Received: N/A’

“Topaz, I think the ‘x’ is too much!” I started panicking all over again, the same sense of déjà vu taking over.

“Fleur get over it” she firmly said and I exhaled noisily.

I looked at the screen again and my eyes widened when I saw he had received the message 2 minutes later.
“T-t-t-Topaz…” I stammered with eyes still on the screen, “He’s seen it!”

She gasped and started doing her over-excited fan-girl mode, aka hand waving over excessively.
And suddenly my phone beeped and jumped and threw the phone up and Topaz lunged in the air to catch it. Whoaa, slo-mo!

She caught it and scooted next to me and opened the message. And in that moment my heart stopped. There was the message right in front of me;

‘Saved it. Are you free at 4? Xx
Sent: 1:05. Received: 1:05 PM’

Topaz and I squealed when we saw the double x’s and I thanked Topaz over and over again for writing an x.

“You are free dude! Go, go, go!” She squealed and I nodded and took the phone.

My fingers and hands shook as I wrote the message to Niall Horan and sent it.

‘Yeah
Sent: 1:06 PM. Received: 1:06 PM’

A reply came back instantly, but this time we didn’t jump as much.

‘K, text me ur address and I’ll come pick you up. Wear something casual ;)
Sent: 1:06 PM. Received: 1:06 PM’

The winky face, holy crap, kill me right now I will cry.

I gulped and wrote back the address,
‘146 Coral Ave, Apt 420. Hillsley Apartments
Sent: 1:07 PM. Received: 1:07 PM’

‘Thanks babe
Sent: 1:07 PM. Received: 1:07 PM’

I dropped my phone and began sobbing of happiness all over again. Dear Lord, Dear Topaz and everyone; I fucking love you.

Topaz reached over and I cried in her shoulder for what seemed like ages. I will never get over this day.

Notes

GOSH MY FUCK I'm SOOO Sorry that I didn't update ASAP! We're on holidays in a week and I promise I'll write more soon! Sorry that this is a short chapter though :(

Ooh also take note I won't be on H.S Fanfiction or 1D Fanfiction a lot, I started Wattpad and I have more stories up there.

Here is my Wattpad : http://www.wattpad.com/user/BosnianDelights

Please read Ransom My Heart. It's a story (not a fanfiction) based on me and my crush <3