Harry’s POV
“Ugh, Louis, what have you done? “ Was all that was on my mind as Eleanor came out of the dressing room to model a new dress for the umpteenth time.

“What do you think?” She asked, as she did a little twirl, so that I could get a glimpse of the whole dress. It was a bright blue, spaghetti strap summer dress, with ruffles at the bottom, and a bow at the top. I don’t know why she would ask, I knew she would just end up putting the dress back anyway.

That’s how it was with Eleanor; she would pick out a beautiful dress, try it on, and then come up with the most ridiculous reason for not buying it. The last four dresses she wouldn’t get because they were, “Out of season” Or whatever that meant. I guess girls shop differently than guys. Pssshhhh what am I saying? After being here for six hours, I think I would know that girls DEFINITELY shop differently than guys.

“Wonderful,” I replied, without looking up. “It really brings out your eyes.” I was on Twitter, reading some of my fans tweets, (not the hateful ones of course) not really paying attention to Eleanor anymore.

“Ya think?” She asked. “I don’t know it’s more of a summer-y type dress. We’re in the middle of fall.”

She was really starting to get on my nerves. You shop for six hours with a nagging 21 year old girl, you get annoyed.

“Eleanor! It looks amazing! Can we please just get the dang dress and go home?” I finally shouted.

“But, all the dresses I have right now are fall dresses, and if I bought a summer dress, it would clash with the rest of my wardrobe“ She insisted.

I honestly had no idea what the heck she was talking about and I didn’t care. It was time to go.

“Eleanor, come on we’re leaving. You’re getting that dress, whether you like it or not.” I said to her, grabbing her hand and practically dragging her to the check-out. Sometimes this girl could be a pain in the rear!
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“Can we hurry this up please?” I ask the lady behind the counter rather rudely as I placed the dress on the counter. For some reason she didn’t take it. It just sat on the counter. I waited a minute, and after she still hadn’t taken the dress to check it out, I looked up.

The lady was just staring at me, with a glare on her face. She was around her twenties, at least, about the same age as me.

“Hello? Did you not hear what I just said?” I said, a bit more irksome then before.

“Of course, I heard you. It was hard not to hear that rude shout of yours. But unfortunately for you, I don’t respond to that kind of attitude. I’m not just some servant you can boss around. I am a human being, and yes, this is my job, and I understand that, but I need to be treated with some respect.”

She finally had spoken after about two minutes, and to be honest, I was a bit surprised at her words. I understand I might have been a little rude, but who cares? I’m Harry Styles for heaven’s sake; most people would kill just to get me to talk to them, attitude or no attitude.

“Umm, well……sorry I guess.” I said, but with a hint of sarcasm. She wasn’t at all pleased.

It was funny, I may have been rude to her, but I wasn’t intentionally trying to be mean. She was a very beautiful young lady, and for some reason I couldn’t help but get butterflies in my stomach.

“What are you doing Harry? You don’t get butterflies for a woman who just yelled at you thirty seconds ago!” My conscious told me.

“Yeah but, she’s totally hot, and I like the way she handles herself….there’s something about her” I battled with him.

“Think about it dude. If you ever told her you like her, she would probably just use you to get famous.” My conscious fought back.

“WHAT?! I don’t like her! I just met her! Well, I didn’t TECHNICALLY meet her, all she did was yell at me, but ya know still…….”

I must have had a dreamy look about my face during my whole “thought battle” because next thing I know, Eleanor is waving her hand in my face.

“Harry………are you ok? HARRY!” She finally yelled.

“Huh? Wha-“

Eleanor cut me off. “We’re done. She checked us out, let’s go.”

I nodded my head, and headed to the car, but the whole day, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. What was her name? How was she so beautiful? And most importantly, what is she doing to me?
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“Hey Harry! How did it go?” Louis’s voice sounded as I closed the door after Eleanor stepped in.

Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention how Louis got me into that whole, “Shopping disaster.”
He thought Eleanor needed clothes, (Because apparently she wasn’t spoiled enough) but he was busy finishing up a song he had been composing. Yes, composing. Not “Writing.” Did I mention Louis played piano? No? guess not.

Well, anyway, he was finishing up a song, and was busy, so he gave me the money, and sent me shopping with Eleanor. He said if I didn’t, he wouldn’t talk to me for a month. Even though I doubted he could go through with that, I decided to go anyway, since he really wanted me to. Aren’t I a good friend?

“Harry…….HARRY!” Louis yelled at me.

I look up at Louis. He has an expectant look on his face.

“I asked how everything went. You kind of spaced out. Did Eleanor get anything?” He asked.

“Oh yeah, sorry I’ve had a lot on my mind lately. And yeah, Eleanor got ONE THING. She is so difficult to shop with!” I shout the last part out, hoping Louis will get how much fun I DIDN’T have.

He just chuckled. “Yeah, I know. That’s another reason why I asked you to go with her instead of me.”

He patted me on the shoulder and walked up the stairs, leaving me staring at a blank wall.

“What are you looking at?” I asked the wall. Yep. Something was definitely wrong with me.

Angela’s POV
“I couldn’t believe it. He was EXTREMELY rude. Even when he apologized, he was just being sarcastic. I mean really! Did he hear NOTHING I said?”

I shouted over the phone, to my best friend, Sarina. She was a huge One Direction fan, so I left out the bit of him being Harry Styles, just so she wouldn’t go all “fan-girl” on me.

“OMG He said that to you? I mean, does he have no respect?” She asked me.

“I know right? That’s basically what I asked him. I said, ‘Of course, I heard you. It was hard not to hear that rude shout of yours. But unfortunately for you, I don’t respond to that kind of attitude. I’m not just some servant you can boss around. I am a human being, and yes, this is my job, and I understand that, but I need to be treated with some respect.’ That’s when he apologized……but in a sarcastic way, which didn’t improve the situation….I seriously wanted to slap him, no lie.”
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OMG gurl you don’t deserve that. He was just being a twat. But cheer up! We’re in London! One of the biggest cities in the world! Don’t dwell on the past, go have some fun!”

I secretly smiled to myself. I definitely had the most understanding friend in the entire world. She was always there for me, and it would be hard to imagine a world without her.

We had been through thick and thin ever since we were kids, when she saw me sitting on the swings. She had come up to me and asked me, “What are you doing here?” and I replied by saying, “None of your business, now go away you twat.” It was at that moment that she cried out, “We’re gonna be bestest friends forever!”

I still look back on that moment and smile.

Hey, don’t judge, we were eight.

“Ok, thanks……hangout later tomorrow?”

“You know it gurl!”

“Alrighty then, bye.”

“Byezers!”

It took only a few seconds before I heard the familiar ‘click’ telling me the call was ended. I sighed and leaned back in my pillows.

For some reason this “Harry” character caught my eye. I mean, I know he was arrogant, and clearly obnoxious, but oh my gosh you gotta admit, those dimples were simply to DIE for!

“Wait what am I doing; I don’t go all ‘girly’ over a guy! What is happening to me?” I wondered, clearly confused on how I could obsess over a boy who had no respect for anybody but himself.

Yes, I know, I’m a goody-goody. I don’t like bad boys……..I had a really bad experience with one.

*Flashback*
RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG
I walked out of class, waiting for Zack to walk me to lunch like he always did. I waited 5…….then ten minutes before giving up and heading towards the cafeteria by myself.

As I was passing the P.E Locker rooms, I caught a glimpse of a familiar red, leather jacket. A jacket I had gotten Zack for his 18th birthday…….

“What is he doing in the Locker rooms?” I wondered to myself.

I slowly enter the room, only to drop my bags and stare at him and bleach blonde locking lips. Not just any bleach blonde, it was Brittany, my arch-enemy. She had been bullying me since the 7th grade, and Zack knew it.

“Z-z-Zack?” I stutter. He slowly turns around, a look of dread on his face.

“Oh baby I am so, so sorry……please forgive me.” He chokes out, clearly regretting what he had done, but my focus was on Brittany, who was smirking at me with her dumb, smug, smirk.

I raced out of the room, tears streaming down my face.

*Back to Present*

And that’s why I don’t date bad boys. Zack was the school’s toughest bad boy and look what happened. I transferred schools two weeks later, and eventually ended up moving to London with my only friend through-out the whole experience, Sarina. Her parents had died when she was young, and her grandparents trusted her on her own so they didn’t mind her moving.

My parents had stayed back, having been just promoted in their work, they couldn’t leave.I got it though. They were extremely busy, them being scientist’s and everything.

Yeah, I know, cool huh?

Not really.

I didn’t really have a childhood because they were always working so late.
But I had gotten used to it by now.

My thoughts had eventually tired me out, and I soon had drifted off into a deep slumber……….

Notes

Okaaaaayyyy,

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