Becca
Becca sat in a corner of a well lit room while the hair and make up department primped and fussed after the boys. With all the commotion surrounding her she was oddly bored. She had spent a good part of the morning on Zayn’s phone reading tweets about herself and following fans on his behalf.
“How are you holding up, then?” A very pale Niall plopped in the seat next to her.
Startled, Becca fumbled the phone in her hands. “Sweet Jesus you look terrifying!”
“Yeah…” He lifted a hand to his face. “They haven’t finished my make up, yet.”
Becca leant in with a confused look on her face and wiped his forehead with her thumb. “All that work to make you look like you don’t have any make up on?!”
“I don’t understand it either.” He gave her that cheeky grin that she was growing to love.
“So… Have Romeo and Juliet played nice today?” Becca had been waiting for him to bring Harry up all morning.
“So far so good, but with us you never really know.” Her eyes darted across the room. Harry was standing in front of a rack of clothing with the costume designers, dressing in and out of an array of outfits. She watched as he slowly unbuttoned and slipped out of a white button up shirt. Hot damn.
She felt cold fingertips touch her chin. “I think you’ve got a bit of drool there.”
Becca cringed as her cheeks went red. “Sorry.”
Niall laughed. “Don’t be. We all know what girls would give to see him stripped down.”
Becca slumped in her chair. The thought of her little sister staring at half naked pictures of Harry for hours on end was brought to the front of her mind.
“Oh god, Rebecca. I didn’t mean-“
“No, no it’s fine. Really.” She gave a saddened nod. “I know it’s true.”
“How are you holding up with all that…stuff?”
“Nothing’s changed. Just one more week and Harry Styles will never have to worry about me again.” She turned to the blonde one and forced a smile. “Thanks for not telling Harry by the way.”
Niall shook his head. “It’s not my place. We’re all under a lot of pressure with the album release and the video. No need to piss off management and make things worse, right?”
“Do you really think they’d be that upset if they found out?”
“Well it definitely wouldn’t be pretty!” He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. “They want certain types of girls for us, you see. They don’t really like it when we stray TOO far from the mold.”
Becca traced the lines of her tattoo on her bicep. I guess I’m TOO far then.
She looked up at all the well dressed, beautiful people. It all seemed so cliche. “Let me see if I can fill in the stereotypical gaps. You need a sweet girl. Zayn needs an ‘alternative’ girl. Liam needs a smart girl. And Harry needs a beautiful one?”
“And Louie?!”
“I’d assume they’d just be happy with a girl period.”
The room filled with the sounds of Niall’s exploding laughter. “Harry didn’t tell me how funny you are!” He was trying to catch his breath. “But you’re right. About what they want for us, I mean. Sometimes I think they forget we have feelings. They must think we’re robots or something.”
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A Clash in Styles (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)
FanfictionIn a world where Harry Styles is an international superstar, there is also a rebellious Becca who can barely take herself seriously, let alone 5 singing boys in skinny jeans. She doesn't seem to fit into the fangirl world and would much rather be li...
