Harry Styles One Shots.
These are one shots I have found on tumblr.
All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.
credit to secretly-a-cold-blooded-murderer ontumblr
description: Reader is mute highschool student with the ability to write the most beautiful love letters and the Harry is the popular pretty boy and think what can happen when their two world collide.
word count: 13.6k
-----
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Why are men such blind idiots?"
You looked up from the book you were reading to see your best friend settling down next to you with a huff.
You furrowed your eyebrows at her, confused but offered her a shrug.
"I have been dropping hints at David left, right and centre and he still hasn't picked up on any one of them!" She took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself down, "Like what does he want me to do, go up to him and tell him that I like him??" She let out a low laugh as if it was a task so incredulous that she couldn't control herself.
You signed your response to her as she patiently deciphered it, "Wait, what do you mean I should write him a letter?"
Being mute all your life probably threw you out of the 'normals' of teenage dating life. It definitely made it harder for you to understand some of the supposed complications in relationships like the one your best friend had just mentioned, but you had found ways to work around them.
Why was it hard for people to just say what they felt? If you had the ability to speak, you would have never stopped talking, especially if the words were 'I love you'.
If they couldn't say what they felt, they could, of course, write it, right? Apparently not.
"Dude, even if I agree to write him a 'Love' letter, you know I am not a good writer. Any chance I have of him liking me will instantly vanish if he reads something written by me."
You sighed knowing that Alia was right, she had never received anything more than a D in your creative writing assignments ever since middle school. Even your teacher, Mr Evans had given up on trying to help her, she was hopeless.
You pulled at your lips in thought, not sure how to help your friend, when she stood up with her face lit up as if a bulb had gone off inside her head.
"Oh shit, you can write for me," she clicked her fingers and pointed them towards you, "You are like the best writer in the whole school, maybe even the town."
She looked at you with pleading eyes and you almost wanted to say yes but you held yourself back, "These are your feelings, you should be the one writing them."
She rolled her eyes, and let out a sigh of frustration," Those will be my feelings, you'll just be the one communicating them. Please Y/n, I really need this. I will never ask you for anything else after this. Promise."
