y/n is a blonde, nice, shy girl
Harry styles is a bad, mean boy
When they meet, what will happen?
it's basically just a love story between y/n and dreambyrd Harry styles with mafia stuff
what is dreambyrd u ask... read to find out 😈😈😈
coming...
We pull up to Harry's house, or should I say Mainsoon! It's so big! "Enjoying the view, bunny bunny?" He throws me off the bike. "You big boss baby wannabe!" I run in his house, looking around at the dream merch. "WAIR-" I gasp. "Y-y-y-y-you're a dream fan!??!?!??" I gasp, mt heard exploding to the roof, flying away. "It's my parents I swear!" I giggle, my little dress looking adrobs.
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"How dare you laugh, kitten mitten." "H-harry?!??" He punches me down on the ground, "MO ONE CAN FIND OUT ABOUT THIS!!!" I gasp in actonishment, "I won't t-t-t-tell anyone.." I look to the side, pinky prominent. "Good...- WAIR... how do you know about dreams anyways???? The green color is only a thing specific dream fans know about..." I look into his orbs, walkint to the couch.. "I-I'm a.. DREAMIE!!!!" He gasps, falling we to his knees, running towards the mirror. "I knew it!" He starts banging the mirror while screaming the dream song. I look at him, his muscles peeking through his green shirt. "H-h-h-harry.." "yes lov" he walks back to me calmly, putting my hair behind mt ear. "Sorry for scaring you lov." "It's o-o-I-ok..." I blush. Why am I feeling like this?!?!?! "Stay over tonight." He says, more of a demand than an ask. "I-I-ok.." I hug him. He gasps, GUGGING me back. "I'll s-s-stay in your r-r-room." "You can sleep in me bed lov." He looks down at my 3'6 self. "Ok.." but I soon hear a text from him phone. "Who's that?" I look down at his pocket, "no one lov, let's head to my room." But soon his phone starts blowing up from the text messages. "Just answe it's!!!!" I angry say. "DINE!" He pulls out his phone, hiding it from me. He starts texting aggressively, but I trip him and look at the screen. "No... it can't be.." "it's not what you think!-" I run away from his house, crying and shutting my pants.
