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James McAvoy.

Harry Styles one shot for delirrycious

My life is great, but it got even greater a little over a month ago. That's when I met Harry Styles. It was just an ordinary day. I was shopping in the mall, when all of a sudden I see Harry looking at some jeans. I had immediately let out a small gasp. I knew that they were having a concert here later that night, but I never expected to get lucky enough to run into any of them.

I tried calming down to figure out how I should approach him. I hated to bother him. I know that he rarely gets left alone. But how could I not? Nervous, and without a plan, I slowly made my way closer to him. I pretended to glance at the stuff I passed by, but I soon ran out of stuff to look at.

My heart began to sink as I walked directly behind him and realized I had yet gotten the courage up to speak to him. And that is when something I never expected happened.

"Excuse me?" he said. "Excuse me, but could you please help me?" I turned around and told him I could. He asked me where a store was. "But there is a mall directory just a bit down there if you still don't know where it is." I add after explaining how to get there. He immediately blushes. "I have to admit, I didn't really care where the store is. I just wanted an excuse to talk to you."

"That's funny, because I was trying to talk to you too." He smiled at me and asked me for my name. "It was really nice to meet you, Dasha." He then looked down at his watch before saying, "I have to go, but I really would like to see you again."

"I'd like that as well." I replied. "Are you going to the concert tonight?" I replied sadly, "No." He thought a moment before telling me, "Well, you are now. Just go to the employee entrance door at 5:30." I gave him a puzzled look. He laughed before adding, "Don't worry. You'll get in; I promise. Just get there at 5:30." I agreed and gave him my number before we parted.

I got to the arena at exactly 5:30. There were already a lot of girls standing around the entrance. My heart began to beat fast as I made my way to the door. "You're not suppose to be this close to the door." a man told me as I approached him. I looked nervously down at my phone. Exactly 5:30.

"I'm suppose to go inside right now." I replied with a shaky voice. I could feel all of the other girls staring at me. They probably thought I was trying to get in even though I wasn't suppose to. "Are you an employee?" he asked; obviously perturbed. "No." I replied."Then you need-"

"Dasha, there you are!" Harry said quietly as he cracked the door open just enough for me to see him. But despite him trying to be discreet, everyone immediately noticed. Girls began to scream as flashes from cameras came from everywhere. I was so amazed by all of the chaos, I was startled when Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.

"How do you deal with that?" I asked as we made our way into the stadium. "Honestly, I don't know." he replied. "Plus, it's pretty fun."

The time spent before the concert was amazing. Before sound check, I met the rest of the guys, but I mainly had alone time with Harry. Not only did I tell him about myself, I learned more about him as well. It was amazing how quickly he turned from world wide famous Harry Styles, to just an amazing guy that I was having a wonderful time with.

After the concert, Harry and the guys took me out bowling. I was so pumped after the amazing concert and everything else that had happened, I almost forgot about having to deal with the crowd outside.

"Where are we going?" I asked Harry as we made our way through the back of the arena. "There's a secret exit. It's hidden so we get to our hotel easier. We'll take a limo back to the hotel, then go bowling."

I was amazed by all of the people I saw running around trying to find the guys as we drove by in the limo completely undetected. I actually felt kind of bad. I wish it was possible for them to meet all of them.

We went back to the hotel to hang out for a bit so there wouldn't be as many people from the concert still hanging around. The bowling ally was close, so we decided to walk.

Once we started our walk there, we went unnoticed for a while. But then some girls spotted us and the guys took pictures and signed some stuff. They were so excited, they almost didn't notice me. But when they did, they all gave me the same puzzled look. A few looked like they wanted to kill me.

Anyways, fast forward to a month and a half later, and Harry and I are officially dating. We haven't seen each other in weeks, but it doesn't make dating him any less amazing.

What does make it less amazing, however; are some of the fans. This shouldn't surprise me. I've been in the One Direction fandom long enough to know how people react when one of the guys starts hanging out with a girl and might possibly be dating her. But despite that, nothing could have prepared me for all of the hate I have been getting.

From the comments I see on online news tabloids, to Twitter, to even my Tumblr. Sure, I get support from some of my friends on Tumblr, but not everyone. And for some reason, I could get ten good messages in a row, but that one bad one will be the only one that sticks with me.

Harry tells me he is sorry, that he wishes it didn't have to be this way. He tells me to ignore it them the best I can, and that I shouldn't let the opinions of people who put others down just because they're dating someone they like bother me. It helps, but not much.

"I can't wait to see you tomorrow, babe." Harry says as our conversation on the phone comes to an end. "I've missed you so much." I tell him for the millionth time. "I missed you more." he replies. After doing that a few more times, we hang up.

I spend most of the rest of the evening choosing my outfit for tomorrow. Picking out the perfect outfit is important to every girl; it always has been for me, anyway. But now that I have my picture taken pretty much everywhere I go (especially with Harry) I am so picky about my outfits. It can be kind of stressful, really. I know it may sound silly, but it's true.

The next day as I wait for Harry, I stand by my window, looking for his car. As soon as it pulls up, I am out the door. "Dasha!" Harry exclaims as he jumps out of the backseat of the car. Apparently Louis is driving. "Harry!" I scream as he picks me up and spins me around. I close my eyes as I breathe in the smell of his cologne. I've missed that smell so much.

"Come on, you two!" Louis says as he rolls down the window. "Eleanore!" I exclaim as soon as I see her. "Dasha! It has been way to long!" I love Eleanore. We've only hung out one other time in person, but she has become one of my best friends. I guess it's because we can relate so much.

Harry and I get in the backseat and we are then on our way for lunch. As we reach our destination, I begin to look nervously around. There are some paparazzi. They make me so nervous. "Don't worry, love." Harry says as he grabs my hand. I smile at him, and for a moment, everything is alright.

It takes a moment, but camera lights soon begin to flash as we make our way to TGI Fridays. And once again, I am being asked the same questions. "Are you and Harry dating?" "How long have you been dating?" Sometimes I don't understand them because they're all talking at once. Sometimes they aren't talking to me. Either way, it blows my mind that this is really real life.

Once we are inside and are seated, Eleanor and I exchange a quick hug. "I've missed you so much." I tell her as I take my seat next to Harry. "What about me?" Louis asks in disbelief. I can't help but giggle. "Of course I missed you." I reply. "Not, it's fine. I see how it is." he says, acting like he is upset. "Oh, shut up! You know I missed you." I tell him as the waitress comes to our table.

After she takes our order, I look outside and see paparazzi in the distance. Our table is by a window, so it shouldn't be too difficult to get pictures despite the distance. I guess they aren't allowed to get that close to this place? I don't know.

Eleanor notices me looking at them. "Crazy, isn't it?" she says, breaking my daze. "I know, right?" I reply. "Such a newbie." Louis says as he rolls his eyes. Eleanore playfully hits his arm. "It's alright. I'm always here for you." Harry says as he puts his arm around my shoulder. "Awww." Louis and Eleanor say in unison, causing us all to laugh.

Once we eat, we walk around and look in some shops. Louis ends up buying Eleanor a bracelet, and Harry gives me a necklace. "It's so pretty." I say as he puts the necklace on me. "Not as pretty as you." he says as he smiles from ear to ear. He gives me a kiss. Not that long, but not that quick either. As we pull away, I begin to wonder why Louis didn't make a comment. That is, until I notice him kissing Eleanor. I begin to smile. I love those two together.

After that, we decide to go to Starbucks. On our way there, we run into more paparazzi and some fans. They sign some stuff and take pictures. And once again, I get some dirty looks. Eleanore gets them too.

We go inside and get our drinks; we decide to drink them inside. I don't know why, but those looks I just got are really bothering me. It's not the first time I've gotten them. I guess between that and all of the comments I see on the internet and news about me on tv, it's finally starting to get to me.

"Are you alright, Dasha?" Harry asks me, obviously concerned. "Yeah, I'm...I'm fine." I reply. There is a bit of silence before Eleanore speaks up. "You'll be fine, Dasha. Don't pay them any attention." I look up at her in amazement. It's like she read my mind.

"How do you do it?" I ask. "How do you put up with all of that. Not only that, but what about all of the stuff people say on the internet? How do you-"

"I don't know." she replies softly. "But I do. I guess it's just...you have to remember that anybody that is horrible enough to put others down because of the stupid 'reasons' they have, then they are not worth my time to feel bad about. They don't know you, Dasha. They don't know how wonderful you are. But even if they did, they would still be that way. Why? Because they are jealous. And if being rude and putting someone down just because you are jealous isn't horrible, then I don't know what is."

"She is right, love." Harry says. I know they are right. I mean, Eleanore of all people should know how I feel. I can't even begin to imagine how she feels. She must get so much more hate than me; and for even more ridiculous reasons that the reasons for the hate I get.

Luckily the conversation quickly lightens. We hang out there for about a half an hour longer before Harry and I, and Louis and Eleanor, go our separate ways. "We need to text more." Eleanor says as she hugs me. "Definitely." I say with a smile. "See you later, Louis." I say as I give him a hug as well. "Take care, Dasha. And you need to text me more too." he tells me as he walks to the car.

As they drive away, I feel Harry wrap his arms around my waist. "Finally, some alone time." he says into my ear. I feel chills go down my spine.

We go inside, and I get Harry and I a drink. "Let's watch a movie!" he says as I hear him go through my stacks of DVDs. I walk into the living room and set our drinks down just as he takes out one DVD. "This one!" he exclaims. "Can we please watch this one?" he asks as he holds up "The Notebook" and gives me the most adorable puppy dog face ever. "Of course!" I reply.

He then picks me up and caries me to the couch. I sit snuggled up close to him, and rest my head on his chest. There is no where else in this world that I would rather be.

About halfway into the move, we have changed our positions. Harry got a pillow, and put it on an armrest. We are both lying down with our heads rested on it, but Harry is leaning against the couch. I am wrapped up close to Harry, and he has his arm tightly around me. I wish I could freeze this moment, and never leave.

Once the movie is over, we continue to lay there in silence. I feel a little better than I did earlier, but it's still bothering me. And I don't know what to do about it.

"I'm sorry, love." Harry says. "About what?" I ask. "About the way some people talk about you." I turn on my side so I am now facing him. "It's not your fault." I reply. "I know but...I just wish it didn't have to be this way."

"Me too." I say. "If it helps any, I know how you feel. And I know how difficult it is to deal with the bad comments; especially at first. I mean...I use to look for it, actually. I would purposefully look up bad comments about me. Which was a bad idea, of course. Because...no matter how many people tell you how much they love you, it's always that one person that says they hate you that stands out. You just...you have to try your best to not let it get to you. Try to be the kind of person that doesn't care what people think of you. That's the kind of person I want to be. I still don't think I am, but I'm working on it. I'm getting better."

My eyes begin to feel with tears as I remember watching a video on YouTube where Harry talked about the hate he gets. It was so similar to what he had just said. The video had made me cry, but now that I am here and lying with him in person...I can feel my heart breaking.

"Don't cry, Dasha." Harry says as he pulls me closely toward him and hugs me. I begin to cry into his chest. "I know it's hard, and I know that there isn't really anything I can say to make you feel much better, but..."

"It's not that." I say. "I'm not even thinking about myself now. I am thinking about you." Harry looks at me seriously for a moment before kissing me. It's a slow, and amazing kiss. The best one ever.

"I love you, Dasha." he says. And just like that, everything is truly alright. "I love you, Harry." he tells me. "You know what?" he adds. "What?" I ask, now smiling. "We're going to be alright." he replies, smiling as well.

He is right. We are going to be alright. I'm not saying that the negative comments won't get me down sometimes; because they will, but that's fine. Because I have Harry, and he has me. And there is not a single comment that can change that.

My life is not great. My life is perfect.

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just read your Liam imagine, DAMN THAT WAS PERFECT. I followed you. Jesus. You're perfect. If you're still doing the imagines, could you make mine a Harry one please? ^_^

haha Thank you lovely! :) I’ve a got a few in line first, but then I’ll see what I can create for you. Would you like your name in it to make it personal?

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