Reader x Harry Styles

Harry Styles x Reader

As I opened my glossy, ocean colored orbs, I made my way out of my ripped and torn blankets. I headed to my cracked mirror and applied lipgloss to my nonexistent, ashy lips.

I sighed at the sight of myself. "Oh y/n, when will you get your shit together and get a manz?"

Suddenly, I heard a bang on my window and the glass shattered making my gasp in horror. I look out to see a fancy limousine awaiting me outside. I looked down in wonder at my unexpected visitor.

The man who stepped out of the vehicle was none other than my dreamy sexy gorgeous idol, Harry Styles: a chocolate-haired, lavender scented, muscular biceps man stands before me at 7 feet. As I looked up at him through my strawberry blond lashes in awe, he reached out his long, veiny hands to me and whispered, "Come here baby gorl. Let's leave this hell-hole and start a new life together in Hollywood."

He flipped his long, luscious locks of sticks and branches over his shoulder and my vision zeroed in on his amazing crispy white, red neck skin.

With starry eyes, I took his hand and cried, "Yes! I do!"

Then we got married betch. 🤪💍

The End.