I just want to thank you for creating this account. Too many girls (including me) feel closed in and suffocated because of their weight. Making this account was such a beautiful thing to do. You represent that beauty comes in all sizes, and you show off that plus sized girls can be loved just as much as skinny girls. I am always so scared and always telling myself that Harry would never want me anyways just because of my weight, but you've given me confidence. So, thank you so much.
Aw, thank you :) Harry would love you so so so much! I hope you have a wonderful night, love.
You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to. Hit shuffle on your iPod, phone, iTunes, media player etc and write down the first 10 songs then pass this on to 10 people.
One rule: no skipping.
(A/N: I am really happy with this one-shot, and I am thinking about turning it into a fic. So please, if you read it, please tell me if you want me to continue it or not. I am seriously so in love with this, and I'd love to write more on it. Also, I imagine Harry being 'frat boy! Harry' so for those who want a visual, there you are :] Hope you enjoy and again, please give me feedback)
You groaned internally as you walked out of the principle's office, holding the pink detention slip in your hand. You were a straight A student, never missed a day of school - hell, you even came to school on a snow day just to make sure there was actually no school. A detention slip was something you thought would never have your name scribbled on it. You quickly walked to your locker, opening it and throwing your bag inside.
Your school's policy on being late was very strict, obviously. This was your second day in a row being late, and you already had a two-hour detention at the end of the day. It wasn't your fault that the bus you normally take came a few minutes later than normal, and it certainly was not your fault that since the weather is such crap the bus went slower than usual. You shook your head and sighed, knowing it wasn't worth being upset over, detention was inevitable now. The idea of skipping detention made your stomach flop, the idea of skipping anything terrified you. "It had to happen sooner or later", you whisper to yourself as you grab your chemistry and math books before running down the hall to your first class of the day.
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The day went by all too quickly for your liking, and before you knew it, you were sitting in room 314 to serve your much-dreaded detention. You looked around and there were a few kids sitting scattered across the room. Two girls sat together in one corner, mumbling to each other. A few boys filled the back row of desks, most with their heads down, trying to sleep the sentence away. No one you knew personally was here, of course, because good kids don't get detention. Good kids, like you and your best mate Liam, did extra-curriculars after school ended, not sit in a room with delinquents and serve detention.
You internally sighed and took out your economics and law book, deciding to get a head start on the homework you had that night, when the door swung open. You looked up and in walked one of the most "popular" boys in school, Zayn Malik. Zayn was gorgeous; he had that mysterious, bad boy, kid your mother warned you about vibe that made girls go absolutely mad. He looked like an Abercrombie model gone punk, and that sent every girl you knew into a fit of giggles and blushes every time he passed by in the halls.
Zayn was beautiful, yes, but the boy who followed behind him was the one who got your heart beating and your stomach dropping - Harry Styles. Harry was shaking out his hair as he entered the room, his beautiful brown curls that you died to run your hands through bouncing around. Harry didn't get as much attention as Zayn from girls, but he was still infamous in your little school. Every boy wanted to be him because everything came so effortlessly to Harry… everything. His style, his walk, the way he spoke, the perfection that was his gorgeous curls. He played sports as well, getting award after award for every one he decided to play for the week. He was effortlessly perfect, and he knew it.
Zayn brushed by you, accidentally knocking your backpack over but not seeming to notice… or maybe he did, he just didn't care enough to apologize. You quickly bent down to grab it but there was already a pair of hands picking it up and placing it on the seat beside you. You followed the hands, up the arms, to the face of the helpful person - it was Harry.
He smiled gently at you, "Sorry about that, love. He's a straight prick sometimes."
You smiled, trying to hide the fact that you were shaking with nerves, and nodded. "It's fine, really. Thank you though."
You quickly turned back to your work, hoping he would walk away so your heart beat could go back to normal, and you could stop feeling light-headed. You felt Harry brush by you, apologizing for Zayn once more quietly under his breath, before sitting in the desk beside his friend.
Moments passed and you could feel yourself being watched, looked at. You tried to shake the feeling but you couldn't, it was too strong and it started to freak you out. You cleared your throat and crossed your legs, hoping maybe the change of position would make whoever was staring stop… it didn't. You slowly turned your head to see who the perpetrator behind the staring was. Your eyes searched the room, seeing everyone focused on their work or focused on trying to sleep, until your eyes landed on emerald green ones that were seemingly burning into yours - they belonged to Harry.
You shot him a small smile before turning around again, still feeling the eyes on you. This was going to be a long detention.
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The first hour of detention was over, the teacher giving you all a 10-minute 'break' to use the toilets, make phone calls, or to grab snacks from the cafe. You were too busy trying to finish up your homework to care for the break, so you worked through it.
A deep voice startled you out of your concentrated zone, "Is that tonight's homework for economics and law?"
You jumped, dropping your pencil as you did so, holding your chest. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you!" Harry gently put his hand on your shoulder, trying to be comforting, which was the last thing he was doing…
"N-No it's fine, I was just really concentrated", you smiled and nodded once you got yourself together again, "Yes, this is the homework for tonight. You take this course?"
Harry nodded and slipped into the desk that was parallel to you, "I'm hoping to attend uni for law so it was a great place to start, I suppose." He leaned over curiously, trying to see your work; his face completely invading your personal bubble, but you let him anyway. "That's a lot of writing you got there… I was hoping it would be a simple assignment…"
"It is simple, I just love writing long answers… Blame my English professor who I call mum."
Your heart fluttered when Harry laughed at your joke, not really expecting him to catch on. "No, I think it's just the nerd in you."
Your smile immediately left your face at the term nerd, your head gently dropping, and Harry seemed to notice. His face seemed to lose all color and he quickly shook his head, "Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it in a rude way. Holy shit, I am a straight ass, I am so sorry, McKenna… Shit…"
You looked at him in shock, "Y-You know my name?" Harry Styles knew your name… what the fuck was happening? How did he know your name? How was this real life?
Harry looked up, a slight blush creeping on his cheeks, his voice shaking a bit, "Of course I know your name. Your the smartest girl in school." He looked down, fiddling with his fingers, apparently they were quite entertaining to him.
"Yeah, and because he's also been mad for you since the beginning of first term!" Zayn quipped from the back of the room, his boot-covered feet up on a desk. "Ain't that right, Harry?"
Your head snapped up to look at Harry to see his reaction, to see if Zayn was joking or being truthful. From the look on his face though, he was not laughing.
"Zayn!" Harry raised his voice, not yelling though.
"Oh c'mon Styles, it's about time you get this shit off your chest, yeah?" Zayn pulled out a can of soda from his backpack and opened it, taking a sip before continuing. "You might as well tell her how you purposefully got detention today because you heard she had it!"
Harry stood up so fast it made your head spin. He looked down at you, a look of horror written all over his face. He kept his eyes on you for a while before looking back at Zayn, then suddenly leaving the room. Zayn just chuckled to himself when you turned to look at him, not seeming phased at all by the fact that he just embarrassed his supposed best friend.
After a few minutes passed, the room oddly quiet and full of tension, Zayn got up and left; mumbling something about 'going to find Harold'. They both never returned to detention that afternoon, which just left you to wonder and dwell on what Zayn had said and the reason why Harry had reacted so violently.
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The second hour of detention was finally over and you were standing on the steps of the school, texting out a message to Liam; Craziest stuff happened at detention. I'm walking home now, give you details when I get there! xx
You were walking with your head down when you heard a car pull up besides you. You looked up, preparing to spray the pepper-spray your friend had given you and run for your life if need be, but you were surprised to see those piercing green eyes peering at you from the driver's seat.
"Hey, erm, want a lift?" Harry talked quietly, probably still embarrassed or distraught from the events of detention. You thought about it for a moment, accepting probably too quickly, and letting yourself into the car. You buckled yourself in as Harry began to drive, letting him start conversation if he wanted too.
Neither of you spoke until you got to the first red light, when Harry piped up, "Where too?" He glanced over at you, his eyes lingering.
"Just to my house, I'll give you directions." You smiled, hoping the tension would soon be gone. Today was the first day you've ever spoken to this boy, but you felt comfortable with him for some reason. You didn't feel odd that you were in his Range Rover, alone. You didn't mind that his eyes were seemingly devouring you. None of that mattered to you, and you couldn't understand or wrap your head around the reasoning.
"Sounds good", he mumbled as he took a right when you told him to. Your home was a good 20-30 minutes away from school, so you hoped that he would bring up what had happened back there, just to give you some clarity.
After a solid fifteen minutes, at another red light, Harry sighed. "I'm sorry for leaving like that… Just, sometimes… Zayn…", Harry's hands seemed to grip the wheel tighter, "He can just really piss me off sometimes, y'know? We're best mates and all but… Sometimes I can't."
You nodded along, knowing the feeling with your own best friend, all too well. "He was only joking though, right? No harm done." Throughout the duration of the second hour of detention, you came to the decision that it was just a joke, probably Zayn half-making fun of you for being a nerd or whatever.
Harry didn't respond or look over at you, he just kept driving and looking out his window occasionally. You nodded, feeling a tad awkward now, but not letting it get to you.
He pulled up in front of your house ten minutes later. You began unbuckling your seat belt and opening the door when you felt Harry's hand on your leg. You looked down at his hand on your skin then looked up at him, gasping when his face was only inches away from yours, "H-Harry…"
"It wasn't a joke, McKenna."
Before you could respond, Harry's lips were pressing against yours. He left his lips against yours for a moment, not wanting to move them and scare you away. After a minute, he pulled away, his face the color of a fire truck.
"McKenna… I'm sorry. I shouldn't of done that. I am such a prick, I'm sorry." Harry was shaking his head rapidly, something you figured he did when he felt guilty or was nervous.
"Don't apologize. I just got kissed by Harry Styles… I've been wanting that since our first year together. Never apologize for that." Since Harry was going to be the anxious one right now, you had to be the calm and collected one. You were screaming on the inside, wishing you could've taken a photo of that moment because you knew no one would believe you. You were already craving the taste of his lips again, you needed them against yours, just once more.
Harry's nerves seemed to lighten when you spoke, chuckling lightly to himself. "Seriously? I've been wanting to do that for a while myself… I just didn't… I thought you had a boyfriend…"
An image of Liam popped into your head, making you giggle at the crazy idea of you and him being an item. Liam was like a brother to you, a younger one at that, and you guys already experimented with the whole 'there might be more here than a friendship' crap, and it went no where real fast. You shook your head as you giggled, "Liam? No, not at all. We've been best friends for years now."
Harry chuckled, nodding along, relaxing in his seat a bit. "Good, now I can stop being so jealous of him…" The thought of Harry being jealous over a guy who might've been with you made your stomach flip-flop. You felt so special in this moment - no boy, besides Liam and a few random one-time-only-dates, had liked you… but the mere fact that the most popular, chased after boy apparently did made you feel like a million bucks.
You sat in silence for a little while before Harry leaned back in, centimeters away from your face, "Can I kiss you again? For real this time?"
You smiled and cautiously put your hand gently on his cheek, leaning in and connecting your lips together again. You moved your lips together gently and slowly at first, getting a feel for each other, seeing what the other liked and responded to. You had kissed only a few boys, none of them ever seeming phased by your kisses, but the way Harry's hands eagerly found your waist, grabbing at the hem of your shirt, palming at the skin on your hips, made you feel like the best kisser in the world. You felt that if you had opened your eyes, sparks would've been flying off both of your bodies. Your lips fit together perfectly, moved together perfectly, everything about it was - as cliche and cheesy as it sounds - perfect.
After a mild and somewhat contained make-out session in his car, Harry smiled at you, his lips red and swollen from yours, "Can I call you later, babe?"
You could've dropped dead right there in front of this boy, your heart swooned so hard that you were afraid it might stop working altogether. "Of course you can, Harry".
Harry's face lit up as he leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. After he broke away, you jotted down your number onto his hand, reminding him not to wash it off before writing it down somewhere more permanent. He chuckled at you, playfully sticking his tongue out, saying he 'wasn't a baby' and that he'll call you as soon as he gets home. You both shared another long, yet slow, kiss before you got out of the car, making your way up the walk-way, turning and waving to him as he pulled away.
You stepped into your house, immediately collapsing against the front door and squealing. You couldn't believe any of this had just happened, you couldn't wait to tell Liam, you couldn't wait to hear his voice on the other line of your phone, you couldn't wait to kiss him again. You couldn't wait to call him yours, and you sure hoped he couldn't wait to call you his.
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Lauren's questions:
1. If you could go to any time era what would it be?
A: People would say I'm crazy because I wanna go to the 50's. I wanna wear poodle skirts and all that shit. Just looks like a cute time. Or I'd wanna go to the 80's. All my friends say I belong in the 80's, I love the fashion from that era too. So yeah, either 50's or 80's.
2. What do you hate, but respect?
A: I hate the idea of abortion, but I respect women who want to have one. I would never personally do it, but it's your body, your decision.
3. What’s you astrology sign?
A: Capricorn!
4. If you could meet anyone, dead or alive, real or fictional, who would it be?
A: There are a lot of people. I'd want to meet my grandfather who died before I was born, everyone in my family adored him and loved him, and I'd die to spend one day with him. Um. Obviously I'd want to meet One Direction. My birth mother. Idk. There's too many people I want to meet.
5. How many time have you travels around the sun? (Age?)
A: I am 17 years old, 18 in December :]
6. If you could have any pet what would it be?
A: A dolphin.
7. A guaranteed movie to start tears?
A: Titanic or Lion King.
8. Weirdest quality?
A: Um. Idk. People say I'm like a hippie... so I guess I'm very dreamy and ditzy... head in the clouds I guess. Idk if that's a weird quality, but not everyone is like that, so I guess it's pretty unique.
9. Best quality?
A: I'm very loyal and kind-hearted.
10. Favorite hair style?
A: I love messy buns haha. Boring I know but oh wells.
My Questions:
1. Favorite member of One Direction and why? (Do not say you can't choose, you gotta pick one!)
2. Favorite blog?
3. Where in the world would you travel if you didn't have to worry about the cost?
4. Do you believe in the idea of soulmates?
5. What's your idea of a dream date?
6. Favorite color?
7. Favorite movie?
8. Why did you make a Tumblr?
9. Favorite 1D song?
10. If you could swap bodies with anyone in the world for 24 hours, who would it be and why?
