Still the one *Harry Styles fanfiction*

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Still the One *Harry Styles fanfiction*

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Whoever you want as Olivia Hensworth. Harry Styles as Harry Styles :-P <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

****Please read the summary and the end notes. The story might make a little more sense if confusing. Also, some of the end notes are important!****

Part 1- Accepted:

"You're insecure. Don't know what for.Your turning heads when you walk through the do-o-or. Don't need makeup. To cover up. Being the way that you are is enou-u-ugh," I mouthed as I sang along to One Direction's song WMYB. I'm pretty sure you've heard of the all-famous boyband One Direction, but if you haven't, they're the most popular boyband in the world right now and probably will be for a long and I mean looooooooong time. The band is made up of five extremely hot (if I do say so myself) british guys, one of them being my friend.

My BEST friend to be exact

Unless he forgot about me, which he probably did considering he's 1/5 of the most popular boyband in the world. Yup I'm probably right.

So scratch that.

He was my USED-TO-BE best friend.

Anyways, his name is Harry Styles. I'm pretty sure that if you know what One Direction is, you'll know Harry. If you don't know what One Direction is or who Harry is, then bitch you have some serious problems.

Just incase, he's the one with the beautiful, curly, brown locks and sexy green eyes. Ok so I might have a teensy crush on him, guilty as charged, but who doesn't? I mean, have you seen his face.

But crushing on him won't help me forget about him. He forgot about me, so its only fair. Plus, I hadn't seen him in 4 years.

But here I am, four years later, completely different from the socially awkward, fat ass girl with the braces and thick Harry Potter glasses I was back in High School.

I was new and improved, skinny and beautiful, and just finished year 12. But even still, that didn't change a thing. To him, I was just one out of the billion girls screaming outside his door everyday. Just another fan that meant nothing to him. Just another fan chilling in bed and singing along to WMYB. I meant nothing.

My train of thoughts was abruptly interrupted when I heard my dad call something out to me. I shot up like a rocket, turned off the blaring music, and screamed at the top if my lungs, "WHAT!!!"

"YOU'RE UGLY WHORE OF A MOTHER IS ON THE PHONE," He yelled back with just as much power.

I flinched as he called my mother a whore. Just think, four years ago he was head over heels in love with her. He changed so much since then. Mum leaving brought him to heartbreak and abusiveness. Now he was walking aroung calling her "an ugly slut that deserved to die" like the past never existed. Like she was nothing.

I jumped off the bed and ran down the stairs, tumbling on the last few steps. I was so excited to talk to her. It felt like months had gone by. I snatched the phone from my dad's tight grip and treaded back up the stairs and into my bedroom. I was surprised Dad didn't beat me up for yelling at him and grabbing the phone from him. He was just probably in a good mood, or a better mood than last night, when he slammed two beer bottles against my head.

"Hello?" I bet Mum could practically hear the smile in my voice as I talked into the phone speaker.

"Did you get it?!" Mum yelled in an excited whisper/yell.