Okay... here it is... The outfit links really pllleease comment/like so I know people actually read it and like my writing.. -Hannah:) ** How You Met! ** My friend, Hannah (That’s me, change it if you want, I guess…), were quietly eating at our favorite café. I was currently zoned out staring at that curly haired brunette. He had these amazing green eyes and dimples you could practically dive into. He swooshed his hair again and… A French fry hit my face. “What are you looking at?” Hannah asked. “You were staring for like ten minutes.” I picked it up off my shirt and brushed the crumbs off my clothes. (polyvore/cgi/set?id=75736604 pick one for you and one for me/your friend) “Was that necessary?” I asked throwing it back at her. “A little! You weren’t even listening to me, you were totally zoned out on that guy back there. Did you see his friend?” she said looking not-so-stealthily back at them. “Don’t make it so obvious!” I said, hitting her arm and bringing her back to earth. “Make what so obvious?” she whispered mischievously. “That we’re staring at them,” I said, thinking nothing of her evil smile. “YOU DON’T WANT ME TO MAKE IT OBVIOUS THAT YOU ARE TOTALLY STARING AT THE GUY BEHIND ME WITH THE BROWN CURLY HAIR? IS THAT WHAT YOU MEAN?” Hannah shouted. Literally everyone in the restaurant turned around to face us as she just smiled. “Seriously? What the hell!” I whisper-yelled at her. I could feel my cheeks turning red with embarrassment. “I’m going to the bathroom,” I said standing up and walking away from her. I speed walked away from the table and pushed the bathroom door open and quickly freshened up. I splashed my face with cool water and tried to catch my breath before I attempted to look not-embarrassed and walked back to the table. Hannah grinned at me when I sat back down. “What?” I asked her gruffly. “That guy over there was watching you!!” she said in a sing-song voice. “Really?” I asked and tried not to blush. “Totes. Smile at him, do something!” I caught his eye and smiled shyly at him. His friend with the deep brown eyes nudged him. He sat up and walked towards our table. “’Ello, love,” he said to me. His heavy British accent and deep voice were enough to make any girl swoon. “H-h-hello,” I stuttered back. I tried- unsuccessfully- to keep my cool. “I just couldn’t help but notice you were looking at me,” he said, smiling. “I, uh, yeah. Yes, I was,” I answered, not really knowing what else to say. “That’s good, because I was looking at you, too,” he said with a wink. I blushed a deep red and looked away, smiling to myself. “Oh, really?” I asked. “Yeah. What’s your name, lovely?” he asked, leaning on the table with one arm. “(y/n). And you?” “Harry Styles. Lovely name, by the way,” he said winking yet again. Harry Styles… where have I heard that name before? I thought as I said, “Thanks. I just have to say I love your accent.” “Why thank you, love,” he said. Just after he said that there was a scream from the door. “ERMEGERD IT’S HARRY STYLES FROM ONE DIRECTION!! AND LIAM PAYNE!!” the voice said. That was followed by several shrieks from the girls around her, and they all began to run towards us. By that time, I totally knew who he was. Harry took my hand and said, “let’s go,” pulling me towards the back door of the restaurant. Liam and Hannah followed, trailing us closely and we ran out the back. “Well that was exhilarating,” Liam said. “I always get a bit of a heart attack when I hear my name being screamed by a bunch of fans, even now.” “Same,” Harry said, his deep British accent making me smile. “By the way Liam, this is (y/n),” he smiled and continued, “(y/n), this is Liam.” Liam grinned at me and shook my hand. “So you’re the one he was staring at.” “Shut up,” Harry whispered to him. I was pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to hear that, but I did. I blushed again and looked away. “Harry said you’re cute when you blush!” Liam said to me. “Liam, knock it off!” Harry said, lightly punching his arm. I smiled and Hannah winked at me. Liam whispered something to Harry, and then Harry said something back. They talked for a while, and eventually talked to Hannah and me again. “So the boys and I are having a concert later tonight, we were wondering if maybe you two would want to tag along?” Liam asked us. “Sure!” Hannah said right away. I nodded in agreement as we scheduled times to meet. They were picking us up at seven, and it was four now. We gave them our address and went home to get ready, totally pumped for later. Once we were home, Hannah and I feverishly sorted through all our clothes and eventually settled on these. (Pick one for you and one for me/your friend. polyvore/concert/set?id=78156869) “Oh my God you look amazing,” Hannah said as she finished my hair. “Why thank you,” I said twirling. “You look gorgeous.” We rode to the concert and they let us in backstage. Liam introduced me as “the girl Harry thinks is super hot.” We stood on the stage wing during the whole concert, watching the boys. At the end of the night, Harry walked me to my car. “Hey, um, (y/n)?” he said taking my hand before I could sit down. “Yeah?” I said. “I had a really nice time tonight. And, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to be my girlfriend?” he said. A wide grin broke out across my face as I said yes. He hugged me and gave me his number, softly kissing my cheek before Hannah and I left. **First Date!!** I read the message from my boyfriend, Harry Styles. Technically, we hadn’t really gone on a date yet, but hey. He calls me his girlfriend, and I am not complaining. The message said, Are ya free tonight? I quickly replied yes and continued channel surfing. Not long after I sent the message, he called me. “Hey, Harry,” I said. “’Ello, (y/n). So. If your free, maybe we could… I don’t know, go on the best date ever?” he asked. “That sounds awesome,” I said, my stomach fluttering nervously. “I’ll pick you up at six, then?” “Sure. Wait, what are we doing?” I asked quickly. “That’s top-secret. I’ll see you at six, (y/n)! Bye!” Harry said just before he hung up. According to my phone, it was about four now. That gave me two mere hours to get ready for what could be the biggest date ever. I quickly rushed to my bathroom to take a shower to calm my hair. After drying off, I wrapped myself in a towel and scoured my closet I shared with Hannah for the perfect first date outfit. It took nearly an hour to find just the right stuff, but I think it was worth it. My hair and makeup looked good, and I couldn’t believe it was me looking back from the mirror. I never put this much work into my appearance. polyvore/cgi/set?id=91027687 It was nearly 6 now, so I sat by the door, definitely not counting the seconds until I could see him… My doorbell rang and I sprang out of my seat to open it. It was Harry, looking as handsome as always. He hugged me hello and whispered softly in my ear; “You look lovely.” I smiled and said, “You look great.” “I hope you’re ready for a fun night!” he said leading me out the door and into his car. “I am! Can you at least tell me where we’re going?” I asked. He shook his head and grinned at me while he opened my door. Once he got in on the opposite side, I turned to him and threw him my very best puppy dog face. “(y/n), I won’t tell you!” he protested. Harry tried his hardest not to look at me, but I persisted with my big eyes. He kept looking between me and the road, and before I knew it, we were at a restaurant. “I win!” he shouted jokingly, opening my door and taking my hand. I smiled at him and followed him in; it was a diner and had some of the best food I had ever eaten. After we’d finished supper, I kept up the puppy dog eyes. He managed to ignore me just enough to keep the mini-golf a secret. We golfed all 9 holes, and I totally kicked his ass. Neither one of us are really great mini-golfers, but a win is a win. After golfing, we headed to the local carnival. Harry won me a stuffed cat! We took pictures at a photo booth, making the silliest faces for the first three, and then Harry surprised me with a kiss during the last picture. It turned out really cute, and it’s totally not my new background on my laptop and phone, that is for sure. Once we were finished riding the rides and snacking on ice cream at the carnival, Harry and I hoped back in his car for our final destination. “Can you at least tell me where this is?” I begged. “I kept everything else a secret, and this will be, too,” he said firmly. I broke out the puppy dog eyes again, but his eyes were fixed on the road. We drove for around twenty minutes, then he pulled over and we walked silently for a while. I heard waves crashing and then Harry broke in to a run. I followed him, not realizing he was headed straight for the water! He took his shirt and shorts off and jumped in wearing his boxers. I stripped to my bra and underwear and jumped in behind him. We floated there together, swimming around and talking for a half hour. I had just gone under when he grabbed my hand and pulled me close. “I think I love you…” he said quietly. I looked at him, opened mouthed. “I-I love you, too.” He brought me close to him and planted a soft kiss on my lips under the stars. *First Fight!* I sat on the couch, waiting for Harry to skype me. Now that he’s on tour, we had weekly skype dates around his concerts. This was the second week he’s missed. I texted him You’re late for our skype date. I waited for a reply, but fell asleep in the process. When I woke up, I had a text from him. Sorry, was out last night, try to make next week. There was no happy face, no I love you. I logged onto twitter, hoping to see a tweet or something. Instead, I found pictures of him with other girls, all over his newsfeed. “@HarryStyles had lots of fun last night! Do it again next week? ;)” The picture with the tweet was him and a girl in a ridiculously tight dress, both smiling with drinks in their hands. “@HarryStyles best night ever! I love our nights out, every Friday for the last two weeks. Me and the girls love it!” Another picture, another whore-y looking girl. Fridays are our skype date days. He was out both weeks, with the same group of girls. And they’re going to do it again next week. I called him angrily. “Ello, baby,” Harry answered cheerily. “Don’t you ‘baby’ me! I saw the pictures on twitter!” “You don’t get it they’re just—“ “Oh, I understand. You want to keep your options open while you’re away. I get it. Just don’t expect me to be here when you get back!” I said and hung up. Over the course of the day, he texted, tweeted, and called me over 50 times. I ignored all of them, but waited to pack until he got home and we could sort it out. With every day, my anger grew. The next Friday, I waited for the skype call, half expecting another no-show. I was about to give up when he called me. His face showed up, frazzled and stressed, not an uncommon sight when he’s recording or touring. But this time, when I answered, his stressed face was replaced with a happy, glowing one. “Hi,” I said stiffly. “You’re still in the apartment…” he said, his smile fading with my unenthusiastic greeting. “Not for long unless we work this out.” “Those girls… they were…” “Just another hook-up?” I said sharply. “No,” he said softly, his eyes threatening to cry. I softened my tone. “It just hurts to see you like that with someone else…” “(y/n), you’re the only girl for me. It will always be that way,” he said quietly. “Then why were you with them?” I said as silent tears fell down my cheeks. “It was a promotional thing. They wanted to party with the guys of One Direction for an interview in a magazine. Then they wanted a commercial and a live show from the bar. I’m missing the live interview right now to talk to you. They threatened to cancel a few tour dates if we didn’t show, but they think I’m sick right now.” “Oh…” “You’re way more important to me than a tour. I just wanted to keep One Direction up there, you know? Without interviews, we could be off the map.” “Are you crazy?! There are so many dedicated Directioners out there that would never let that happen to you guys. It means a lot to me that you’re missing that interview, but I want you to go,” I said, feeling a whole lot better, but also bad for yelling at him. “Are you sure?” he asked seriously. “Positive.” “So we’re good?” “We’re great,” I answered, smiling and hanging up. *The Proposal!* Harry and I have been dating for 2 years. Two wonderful years. We’ve had only one fight in those 2 years. It’s our anniversary today, and I woke up to a wonderful breakfast in bed. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said as he brought a plate with eggs, toast, and orange juice into our room. “Harry, you didn’t have to do this!” I said. “Oh, but I did. This will be the best anniversary ever.” “I thought we agreed not to get each other anything!” I protested. “Too late,” he said, smiling as he sat down on the bed next to me. I smiled at him as I took a big drink of orange juice, nearly finishing the glass. He took my fork and grabbed a bite of eggs and a big piece of toast. We finished the breakfast and I took the final gulp of orange juice, revealing a ring on the bottom. I took it out and stared at him, open mouthed. “(y/n), I love you so much. Every day we’re together is pure bliss, and I love you more with every passing second. Would you please make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” I nodded furiously and planted a big kiss on his lips, orange juice breath and all. Yeah. so that was it. I really hope you like it!
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