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PaperHeart

•TWO

It has been approximately two day since my encounter with "Hairy Styles" yet i continue to gain random followers on twitter who i assume are fans due to their creepy usernames. It didn't surprise me when my mentions were sky high, filled with hate and threats. Normally i could care less what people were saying about me but Geez these girls are harsh. And to make matters worse, Kelsey was one of them. She hasn't spoken to me ever since, she was beyond pissed that i didn't take her along. But you cant really blame me, how was i supposed to know they were going to be there? Its not like i spend two thirds of my life stalking a fruity boy band. I have to admit all this attention was really getting to me, causing me to feel exposed to the world but the weird thing was why?

The only thing keeping me sane from all this negative, unwanted attention was my dance class. I have always had a passion for dancing, getting lost into the music was my only escape from this cruel world nowadays. I finished packing my gym bag, bringing along a spare change of clothes incase i decide to shower at the studio. I checked my outfit in my full length mirror, i had on baggy maroon sweats accompanied with a black jumper. I shrugged, i could have done better but i really wasn't in the mood or time to change. I picked up my gym bag and threw it over my right shoulder before heading down stairs.

"Mom ill be back, going to the studio" I called for whoever could hear me as i made my way towards the front door.
"Wait, me and your father have something to tell you" my mom called after me from the kitchen. I sighed, seriously i don't have time for this.
'Can it wait please? Im running late already" I said in an annoyed tone as i walked back towards the kitchen, poking my head in through the doorway. My parents and my older brother were standing around the island in the middle of the kitchen, looking rather serious. I eyed them suspiciously, dropping my gym bag by my feet before i walked over to join them.

"Whats up?" I asked casually as i picked up an apple, taking a small bite as i looked at each of their faces.
"Dad and mom have to leave again, meaning im charge" Connor spoke first, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms across his chest. My mouth dropped to the floor along with my half eaten apple, seriously?
"Connor" my mom hissed, sending a glare towards my older brother who was so blunt about the topic.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You just came back from being gone for a month and now you are leaving again but with mom this time?" I yelled pointing an accusing finger towards my father who didn't dare meet my gaze. I didn't know whether to feel anger or sadness, it was a mixture of both. I felt my tears build up but i refused to show weakness, it just wasn't me.

"Im sorry darling, i understand you are upset that i am always away but this is important. Something went wrong with the software we introduced in Japan so they are making me go back to see what happened, your mother is just coming along" my father said all in one breathe, finally meeting my gaze with a hopeful look.
"You knew my recital was this weekend! Ive been working on this for months, for what? Nothing!" I yelled back, refusing to forgive what i have been forgiving my entire life. Ever since my father started working for Black Line he became obsessed with figuring out how to improve the software, travelling the world in attempt to sell it to other countries. His job obsession has gotten in the way of his relationship with his own family, always missing out on important events. But did he care? Of course not, because he knew we would come around eventually but not this time, i was beyond done.

"Have fun parading through Japan with your stinking software" I spat through gritted teeth before leaving them wide eyed and speechless. I picked up my gym bag and headed towards the front door, slamming the door shut. The tears that were once building up were now set free, sliding down my cheeks leaving moist trails. I wiped them away with the back of my hand, all of the sudden feeling stupid for ever thinking this would ever end. I turned on my white mini cooper, speeding out of my drive way. I turned on the radio, searching for something to soothe the disappointment i was feeling but all i got were commercial breaks. I was about to hit the power button when i finally reached a station that had music playing. Unfortunatly it was one i didn't really want to hear but it fit in with my current situation.

"Story of my life, i take her home, i drive all night to keep you warm and time is frooooooozen"

I caught myself singing along with the lyrics, falling into rhythm as if ive known this song all my life even though this was my first time hearing it. I could pick out Harry's voice from the rest of the boys throughout the song, unconsciously smiling each time. I neared my destination just in time for the final note of the song, it was truly a beautiful song. Is it bad that im actually thinking about downloading it in my phone?

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"Okay lets start from the top! Michelle's group you gals are up! Show me what you got!" My dance instructor, Ms. Wilton said through her mega phone, causing us to scatter to our feet and get in position in front of the mirror that took up the entire wall. I sent the girls in my group a reassuring smile and nod as i heard the first notes of our song come on. I felt my body being taking away into the music, moving swiftly yet sexily through my routine.

Soon enough the song came to an abundant stop, causing us to stop in the middle of our routine. I ran a hand through my long messy hair, trying to get it out of my face as i watched Ms. Wilton jot a couple notes down on her clipboard.
"Alright thank you ladies, it appears that you all are ready for this weekend. That will be all for today" Ms. Wilton said bluntly with a firm nod before turning to the rest of the groups who were waiting to be seen.

I let out a sigh of relief, feeling the heavy weight lift off my shoulders. I walked towards my gym bag that was laying by the door leading to the dressing rooms and walked in deciding i was in need of a shower. I dropped my bag onto the bench near he showers, taking out my towel and undergarments before heading towards the showers. I turned on the shower head, steam from the hot water fogging up my eye sight. I stripped out of my dance attire and walked under the steaming hot water, letting it do its magic on my stressed muscles. I quickened my shower when i heard girls begin to make their way into the dressing room, causing me to feel awkward.

I could hear them speak in hushed tones but couldn't make out exactly. After rinsing my body i turned off the water causing the dressing room to fall in complete silence. I scrunched my eyebrows together, what is going on behind this shower curtain? I quickly slipped into my clean undergarments, wrapping my towel around my body. I opened the shower curtain with caution not knowing what to expect. I nearly stumbled backwards when i saw that all the girls were standing around the dressing room, looking at me as if i was some kind of new species. I wrapped the towel tighter around my body tighter, feeling twenty pairs of eyes on me.

"You're the girl who met Harry Styles right?" a redhead spoke up for the group before me, causing gasps to come out of their mouths. I looked at her with a eyebrow raised, was this really what this was about?
"Uh yes" I answered nervously as i reached for my gym bag, feeling uncomfortable being infront of these girls with just a towel on.

"No way i love him! You are so lucky!"
"How tall is he really?"
"Hes so fucking hot, i would have banged him on the counter"
"How does he smell?"

All these questions and comments were thrown at me left and right, leaving me flabbergasted. What is happening to society?
"Girls hes just a regular guy, chill out" I said with a bit more confidence before walking back behind the shower curtain to change into actual clothes. I could hear the crowd slowly begin to leave the dressing room, relieving me from the awkwardness. I walked back out with my belongings placed back in my gym bag and to my surprise there was only one girl left waiting for me. She was a short little blonde girl, i recognized her as the newbie who just joined class a few weeks ago.

"But really, how is he? Is he really what the media portrays him as?" she asked in a hushed tone, looking around embarrassed. I giggled, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"I can tell you something, he really is a cheeky bastard for sure" I said gaining a laugh from both of us.

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I arrived home a hour later, I had to stop by Target to get enough junk food to last me all weekend. To my surprise, my parents were already asleep in their room, probably getting enough sleep for their flight tomorrow. I still couldn't believe they were leaving again and who knows for how long this time. I jogged up the stairway, running full speed to my room until a body came out of no where knocking me to the floor.

"Watch where you are going idiot" I half yelled as i picked up myself and my grocery bags from the floor.
"Watch your language brat, i will be in charge starting tomorrow" my brother Connor replied before walking back into his room. I mockingly repeated what he said as i now walked to my bedroom. I locked the door behind me before throwing my bags under my bed, not wanting my parents to take them from me tomorrow. I jumped onto my bed, pulling out my phone which i haven't checked for two hours. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when i had a years worth of notifications on my home screen. Whats going on?

I noticed they were all from twitter causing me to panic. I opened the app, not finding anything unusual until i looked through my new followers... Harry Styles.
I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat as i continued to look through my twitter. I had a couple new DMs but one of them got me breathless.

From @HarryStyles:
Well, well, well if it isn't coffee girl ;)