Harry Styles x Y/n

first chappie

my f is broken so i any f's r missing then just dw 

im sitting in my room in the dark convincing my self im being productive whilst scrolling through my phone and my work book is next to me with my projects all unfinished and half assed and i wonder if life will get better or if its always going to be so dull and unmotivating.

yn looked at hersel in the mirror, she was only standing at a mere 0'02  which was pretty short ig. she had curvy, wide hips and a really skinny waist because she was absolutely perfect and hated hersel. 

her flak- smooth, pale scalp was adorned with blond wavy shiny smooth good smelling glossy thick luscious hair that she never brushed but was always perfect. she had glowing electric stormy pale icy snowy blue eyes that took in ever single detail ever.

She was dressed in a flowy green skirt the tailor had made just for her bcs she was a shorty and had a lot o fucking money. she had a cropped bts shirt that was low cut and minty green.

she had full rosy lips that parted slightly to reveal perfect shiny white teeth that eve americans would like shit for. luckily the only good thing abt her was that she was british because i also am british and i hate her sm so i need something good abt this little bitch.

'rawr xd yn come down here im going to sell y- i mean give you food' called her wrinkly old weed addicted grandma.

'owo ok' she said, she was just quirky and also dif from other gorls.

'yes' her grandma said

yn was all natural so she only put on some makeup, like 3 tonnes of concealer and like a few gallons o mascera but ive never actually done makeup so i have no idea how that shit works but she somehow looked pretty not minging bro, wow a roadman.

she tripped down the stars, mebbe her thick llusciuous healthy glossy shiny long blond gold hair wuss waying hor down. or the absoloute shit ton o makeup that coated her face like a thick creamy cupcake mix

she bruised her pale snowy dewy moist tingly rosy perfect tanned skin as she bashed her head on the vodka v=bottle sitting innocently at the end o the stairs. she groaned in annoyance as her guts spilled out and all her bones broke. AGAIN????? she thought, her lie was rlly hard and not easy as well tho bcs her mother brother sister cousin aunt uncle grandad other grandma and other grandad, step mother step sister step brother who had a bestfriend who had a boyried who had a kid had all died in a car crash hit and run like 345345353454354534534534534543543 years ago which was like pretty long beore she was born

she walked into the kithen ad omg hairy stules wsd right there looking at her with lorv in his evergree foresty green eyes whoch mightve also been red, blue, grey yellow or blue but yn knew the auther isnt obsessed with hs and dont know his or liam or like whtver he was called like wendy pr somethngs eyecolours.

'wow omg ewwwwwww' h.s said and kicked her face in but it just springed t=right back up bcs she was perfevct and diff from other girls. she felt butterfly in her stomak becrs he was really hot woth his .... hair and idk skin and stuf .

'get in da car 👿' said the hottie 

'yes okay' said yn

'grrr' growled h.s 'im alpha male werewol/vampire/dog/cat/unicorn/rainbow/jake/ortnite boy/dont touch my taail/rich so u always got to listen to mey oky' he brathed sexily into her tiny ears 

'yes daddy' she said 

'good gurl' he growled 

(what am i writing and doing with my life help)

yn graciously hopped into his red mustang bcs thats kind of the only car author knows bcs shes a bit stupid

hhe seatbelt wus to big dor her so she hat in h.s's lap

'yarrr brmm brmm' said harry as he droved into Birmingham 'ok' replied yn 

'san we go to like antartica or summin' she said to her beloved

'yes babba gorl' said hottie stiles

'yarrr' 

they teleported to antirtc becus yn was soecial and diff and chuc- sorry god blessed hur

 dean winchester gt out his impala chevy and walked to her 'come with mey,' he said in that gravelly voice

'nowerrrrrr i lorv hurry style' said yn even tho dean was pretty fuckin hot

'u can love me aswell' said the winchester brothere 

'thought u wer with cas tho' yn sais

'ya but he died'

'oooh burn hahahahahah' said yn

'how could u insult my love castiel u little whore said dean

i knew it was canon' said yn

'yes' dean growled 

okay well bye' said yn and crawled over to qhere harry styles was ordering maccie d's

'who wur u talkin to bba girl' said hairy

'no one ur one true backa innit fam uwu' said yn bcs she couldnt have harry knowing she cheated when she gave some random dude called steve rfom minecraft a quickie in the public toilets.

she pulled a hundred punds from her bra and handedd it to cashier. 'i got this luv' she aaid winkin at harry.

'wow cool' said harru