Harry Styles Short Stories

Yours Truly.

Okayyy. So I'm back with another story.

Author's POV.

Important stuff to know about this story before you start reading.

The whole story was imagined and whatever happens in the story is not something author wants to happen to herself in real life. "I just imagined a girl with my traits to fall in love with H and I imagined how the things will turn out and the results were dramatic! And when I decided to write the story I couldn't think of a name... So I thought why not using my own name😂.

(The girl character is totally based on the characteristics and traits of the author. Nothing other than that will be the same as the authors example, age, city, friends etc. The story is originally an imagine that the author imagined a year ago and never expressed it. The location and other people around the author are not mentioned here. )

Feel free to comment on the point of views of the author, don't be reserved when you get to know the actual traits. Have fun. Hope you all like it.

Faryal, a girl of 23 year old, working in a editing company. She had completed her degree in literature and lives in, London, England so that she can do PhD in it. Her father always dreamt for her to be a doctor or a CS officer and she wanted to have the Dr label for him after her PhD .

Her family is back in Liverpool. Parents and a brother and sister.

Faryal is a girl who has boundaries. She may be an average looking girl, with Asian colour and hair black. She wasn't as religious as people around her thought she was.

She just believed that everything should be balanced. A virgin, never kissed but many times people tried to hit on her. She flirted back because she was confident but always was the one to back off when she found out that he wasn't the one to be willing to wait for her and accept her boundaries.

Every guy that came in her life always asked her to hide her relationship from her parents but she couldn't do it because she never hides anything from them, so she always left the guy because he wasn't willing to compromise for her.

She admitted it just a year ago that she's okay with the idea of arrange marriage. Because she couldn't find love for herself. She was happy being single for this time.

"That will be the last editorial to be edited. " she says handing it to her colleague.

"Faryal! The shift is over in an hour. Are you sure you'll be okay by yourself?" the guy who worked part time there asked. His name's Steve.

"I'll be find. I'll call my friend to pick my up. " she says not looking at him. She recently heard that Steve was trying to hit on her and she wanted to be precautious.

"Alright. The offer still stands. " he says and she ignores him and feels him staring at him and finally leaving. She sighs and texts her friend to come and pick her up.

"What is wrong with taking a lift sometimes?" Her friend and flat sharer Tara says as she comes in a taxi to pick her up. Faryal huffs as she sits in and looks at her Indian friend. Tara, an Indian, 24 years old , a British National but belonged from Bangalore.

"You know it makes me uncomfortable and sort of scared ." she mumbles and Tara snorts.

"You don't feel scared when you curse at them or fight with them. " she says and Faryal huffs.

"Well, car ride is different. I'll be alone with the guy and god knows where he takes the wrong turn. " she says taking out her fidget spinner.

"You got to stop judging men... Not everyone is the same. " she says and Faryal protests.