Will We Click? [A One Direction / Harry Styles fanfiction]

Stalker Styles

Hi I think I made a mistake in mentioning in a previous chapter that all of them are 17… I’d just like to correct myself and clarify that Becca, Aimee and Ethan all turned 17 earlier that year but Hanna’s still turning 17 on December. That is all, thank you! c: here’s chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

It’s 6pm and I’m getting ready for Hanna’s 17th birthday. Her birthday’s actually December 6, but she decided to celebrate it tonight, December 9 because you know Hanna, party animal, can’t have a birthday without a huge party at their house. Hanna even took the liberty of choosing my outfit for the night. She decided on making me wear a dirty turquoise mid-thigh fit skirt, a black long-sleeved top and black stilettos. Well at least I could just thank her for not making me wear something backless or whatever. I curled my hair a bit more tonight and just put on some light makeup to make it look even just a bit natural (I know, ironic. Natural, with makeup?) and put on a bib necklace (is that what you call them?) with turquoise colored beads.

Ethan arrived at my place around half past 6 and he drove us to Aimee’s to pick her up, we got to Hanna’s place around 7:15-ish. We just stepped out of our car and of course, we could already hear What Makes You Beautiful blasting from the inside of their house. Aimee promised to be nice tonight since it’s Hanna’s birthday, and not to make any rude remarks about such pop music, haha.

“Hey guys!” Hanna greeted us at the door with a hug. As usual she looked stunning, wearing an old rose of shouldered dress with a black belt and matching black heels.

“Happy birthday, Han.” I said kissing her cheek and giving her my gift. Ethan and Aimee did the same thing and Hanna led us around to talk to people. The place was packed with people from our school, some people I didn’t even know we went to school with. But of course, Ashley and her posse were missing in action. (Not that I’m complaining. *wink*)

I’m not really a party girl, I don’t drink and I only dance when I’m just with people I know,  and Hanna knows that, so she stayed with me for a while, we were taking photo booth pictures nonstop.

“Han I can’t stop you from partying at your own party.” I said as I put down the feather boa I used for our last picture in the photobooth. “go on and have some fun! I’ll be fine.” I said, smirking.

“You sure Becca?” she asked me.

“Yeah, now go on,” I said, pushing her lightly away into the dance floor. “Go dance, drink or something! Use protection!” I yelled as she walked away, laughing at my last comment. I went to look for Aimee, but she was with the DJ giving him tips, and I tell you they were actually good tips everyone loved the music.

I was about to go outside to get some fresh air when I felt someone pull gently at my arm.

“Leaving so soon?” It was Ethan.

“No,” I answered him. “I was just gonna go get some fresh air.”

“Nahw you don’t need fresh air all you need is a little bit of dancing!” He said, as he started to dance like he was trying to remove something from under his shoe.

“Ethan you’re stoned.” I laughed at my drunk friend.

“I’m just having a little bit of fun, come on Becca lighten up a little!” He smiled as he half dragged me to the dance floor. I just stood there awkwardly for a moment, but eventually I gave in and danced along with him to some song by Maroon 5. For a moment I didn’t mind that I was surrounded by people I didn’t even know, I didn’t mind that Ethan was stoned so hard at that moment.

Lips of an Angel by Hinder started playing and Ethan in the middle of the song slowed down his dancing, he was staring at me intently. He was looking at me funny, really, as I said, he’s drunk. He was coming a bit closer and I didn’t know what to do, he was leaning in and before I knew it, his lips met mine.

At first, I know, cliché again, but I felt like electricity was surging through my body. But then I began to wonder if this is what I really feel about Ethan? And then I smelled the alcohol oh God.

“Huh?” He looked confused as I pulled away looking flustered.

“I’m sorry, I just…” and I turned on my heel and went anywhere really, just away from Ethan at the moment.

***

Harry Styles @Hamy_Styles

@hannabanana_ Hi, belated Happy Birthday! :) xx

It’s Saturday, I was in the living room while the other lads were playing COD upstairs, and I just learned on twitter earlier that it was Hanna’s Birthday last December 6. I was just casually going through Becca’s twitter and saw some photo booth pictures she posted of her and Hanna at a party last night. I can’t deny it, she looked gorgeous. Not like she doesn’t look gorgeous on normal days, but there was something about that night. How her hair curled just behind her ear and how happy she looks whenever she’s with her friends. I wondered if I’d be able to make her happy like that.

Get a hold of yourself, Styles.

“Stalker Styles.” I heard Liam say behind me.

“How long have you been there?!” I practically jumped. He caught me off guard, in my defense!

“Long enough to know you’re a stalker.” He said as he joined me on the sofa. “So you do have a type, I thought that interview was just for jokes.” He said smirking at me.

“What do you mean?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

“Come on Haz, you’ve been stalking Hanna for hours! Every directioner knows you go for blondes…” he said as if he were checking to be sure? I don’t know, why did I feel like he was testing something out?

“I don’t have a type!” I said for the nth time in my lifetime. “And I wasn’t looking at Hanna…” I said, barely a whisper.

“I knew that, just wanted to make sure.” He said smugly as he stood up and ruffled my hair. “She’s cute, Harry.” He said as he went back upstairs to their game.

Becca Murray @BeccaMurray31

So confused right now… :(

Is it weird that I felt concerned when I saw that tweet?

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“But do you like him that way though?” Hanna asked me.

We were in her room, the day after her party. Aimee and I slept over at Hanna’s last night, like we did when it was mine and Aimee’s birthdays. I just told them about what Ethan did on the dance floor, and I told them about my mixed feelings and the actual reason as to why I might have shouted at them before.

“I don’t know.” I said as I buried my head in one of Hanna’s pillows.

“Hey Becca think about it,” Aimee began and I uncovered my face to look at her. “Ethan’s probably one of the sweetest guys on campus. He’s hot, I can tell you that.” Which made me smile a bit, but I didn’t see where this was going. “and he’s one of your best friends, you tell him practically everything especially when your depressed, he looks out for you and all. Sure a boyfriend could do that too.” Ok she totally lost me is she telling me to hook up with him or what? “But sure let’s say you two go out. And things don’t work, do you think things will be the same after that? Ok what if things do work out, but Becca a boyfriend’s different from a guy best friend. A lot of girls would kill to have a guy best friend like Ethan.” She paused for a moment to let me think.

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t go out with Ethan, by all means if you really want to then you should.” She shrugged. “But just be sure you decide when you’re really thinking straight, don’t base your decision on a feeling that would eventually go away..?”

“You should replace our guidance counselor.” Hanna said jokingly. But Aimee was right.