The Bachelorette

Chapter 2

The limos pulled up, and pulled away, and one by one the men went to meet Allison. Some were normal, just giving a handshake or a hug, but others went further. Dance routines, flowers and odd outfits were seen, as well as one guy that jumped over the limousine and ran up to her, spinned her around, and kissed her hand. She liked him, the moment she saw him. Niall Horan, with peroxide blonde hair, and a cheeky grin.  

She also liked Nick Grimshaw and Zayn Malik, because let’s be honest; Zayn has enough beauty for women-and men, straight or not- to fall at his feet. But there was one person that was on the top of her list. Bachelor number 30: Harry Styles. Harry stepped out of the limo, his light wood acoustic guitar strapped around him, and wearing suit, but his shirt underneath was halfway unbuttoned. He bounded up to her, flicked his long, curly hair behind his shoulder, and smiled, showing his dimples, and making his own green eyes twinkle.

“Hiiiii,” He was easily a whole head taller than her, even with her heels. “I’m Harry.” His dimples du deep into his cheeks, and he seemed so happy, it was almost impossible not to smile when he looked you in the eyes.

“Hello there,” She gave a nervous laugh. “I’m Allison.”

He laughed, but it was a kind laugh. “Oh, I know. My mum absolutely loved you. Said Ben was a fool to choose that other girl. And if I look at you now, I don’t see why any guy wouldn’t want you. And now I’m blabbering like an idiot so I’ll shut up in the hopes of maintaining my mysterious aura.”

“Ah, the mystery is still there, don’t you worry. Are you going to play me something?” she said, pointing at the guitar, but he merely said that she’d have to come find him inside for that. With a bow, yes, an actual bow, and a kiss on the hand, he sauntered away and went in the door, where Louis was waiting so he could leave the house, and invite Allison inside. Harry, however, didn’t see him, and as he hurried in, he smashed right into Louis, making Louis grab the curtain to keep himself from falling over, but it ripped and let him and Harry tumble to the ground..

Louis let out a yelp, and thought to himself if he were to die crushed to death, at least the guy was gorgeous, with curly hair he envied. Louis was bisexual, but as far as anyone besides his direct family and his nearest co-workers knew, he was as straight as a telephone pole. He pushed him off, and darted to his feet, patting away the invisible dust on his shirt.

Harry looked like a shocked puppy, unable to move. There was a silence in the room as everyone took a deep collective breath, and he could hear the person in charge of the set start to swear with enough fierceness to make a sailor blush. Louis looked up into the boy lying on him’s eyes, a lovely green shade, but stopped himself.

 “Shit, sorry, sorry.  I didn’t see you there, mr. tomlinson. I, uh, really messed up my chances now, didn’t I? ”

“No worries, Harold. In any way, I don’t have any power of the decisions.”

“Harry.”

“Excuse me?”

“My name is Harry, not Harold.”

“Look, I couldn’t care less. You’re lucky I basically got it right.”