A/N: Thanks so much for clicking on my story!! I hope you enjoy it :) This is the first book of the TMH series. And this is Tina(@Clato_MaroonDiamonds)
Harry's POV:
I see her in the coffee shop. She is just so beautiful in the simplest way. Underneath her hat, her long, straight brown hair dangles around her face, framing it. The shade is not too different from mine. One hand holds her iPhone; the other rests in her lap over the surface of her denim jeans.
"Denise?" I ask, approaching her. She looks up at me. Her dark brown eyes shine behind her sunglasses as she lifts them and her eyes meet my face.
"Oh! Hello, Harry."
I sit down beside her. "Didn't expect to see you here."
She laughs. "No; but I'm glad you ran into me."
I look into her face and notice for the first time how much makeup she is wearing. It's as if her face is painted on. Don't get me wrong; I love pretty girls. But I hate it when they can't accept that they're beautiful without makeup and have to change all their features. And I know that while Denise's makeup enhances her already glowing features, she is gorgeous enough without it. As much as I love the glamor, I'd love to see her natural beauty.
Denise catches me staring. "Harry?"
"What? Oh—sorry," I catch myself and abruptly divert my gaze from her drawn-on eyelids. I am relieved when she lowers her shades again.
"C'mon. Let's go," she says, walking me out of the coffee shop. In her hand she still holds her iced latte and half-eaten bagel. She reaches out her other hand and I take it, but... something does not feel quite right. Her hand inside of mine should feel like heaven, and maybe it does; I don't know. But somewhere along the line, our relationship is not as it should be.
I met her at a party three weeks ago and we kind of just started dating before we each really knew what the other was like. The moment I laid eyes on her, I thought, She's my girl. So I asked her out. She said yes right away. It's only now that all our differences are rising up to slap us in the face.
I'm only just beginning to see it.
We walk through a nearby city park and chat. She's juggling her purse and food, so I offer to carry her iced coffee. We haven't been dating for long, and I want to get to know her better.
"So," I start, "You like One Direction?" I've never brought up the fact that I'm part of this boy band, and she's never mentioned it, so she must not be a fan.
Well, I got that part right.
"One Direction?" she laughs mockingly, swinging her handbag and dropping it on a nearby bench with a loud thump. "Don't get me started. They're ugly, gay, and sound terrible."
There are one or two things I wish I could point out to her. The first is, if you think they're so ugly then why are you dating one of them right now? Secondly, if I'm gay, then why am I flirting with you? Finally, I don't mean to brag or anything, but you have clearly not listened to our music. How else would we be the sensation we are today if our music really is terrible?
Since I've never told her I'm in One Direction and she hasn't figured that out on her own, I guess that proves she really hasn't closely evaluated our band. She's probably picked up most of this "evidence" from rumors. Twitter. Tumblr. Wattpad. You name it.
"Do you know anything about them?" I hint. Maybe I can persuade her they're not so bad without her thinking of me as a terrible person.
"Um... they're all British, right?" She rolls her eyes. If she didn't look so stunning doing that, I would probably be more mad. Instead, I find myself grinning. At her beauty and... her stupidity.
"Er... not really," I manage to say.
She shrugs indifferently. "Whatever."
"WHAT THE HECK!" comes a girl's scream from nearby. We both turn around.
A cute blonde who looks to be about fourteen or fifteen is goggling at us. "What the... Oh my... You are..." She gasps. "Are you Harry Styles? You're Harry Styles!"
Whoops. Fan alert. I tuck my shades down over my eyes, but it's too late.
"Ha!" she yells. "I know that's you, Harry. You looked just like that in the Steal My Girl video! Sunglasses and everything!" She turns her back to me. "Could you please sign my shirt?"
Beside me, Denise is getting restless. And confused.
"Slow down, girl. I don't know who the heck you are, but he's my boyfriend, OK? Why do you want a random guy signing your shirt?" Denise asks so innocently I almost laugh out loud.
I'm halfway through the "y" in "Harry" when the girl pulls away and regards Denise with a very sour expression. "I bet you think you're so special since you're his 'girlfriend,'" she snaps. "Well, he isn't a random guy, so keep that in mind next time you want to put someone down!" She storms off in a huff.
The back of her shirt currently reads "Harru" from my unfinished "y". I decide to let it go.
"Come on, Denise. Let's go." I pull her away. She looks increasingly frustrated.
"Could you please tell me what's going on?" she demands, placing both hands on her hips and glaring at me. "Like, telling me who you are?"
I heave a deep sigh. I was hoping to avoid this, but there's no way our relationship will mature if we're not open with each other.
"I'm Harry Styles," I say finally.
"I know," she replies shortly. "And?"
"One Direction frontman." I look away.
Denise stares at me for a full minute and her eyes get huge before she throws down her handbag and regards me with a steely gaze. "You had better be careful then... Harry Styles." She snatches her coffee from my hands, picks up her handbag, and storms off in a huff.
A/N: So what do you think of Denise? Will she get anywhere with Harry? Read on to find out!
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