Mr.Styles

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Song: My Type - Saint Motel

23rd September 2015

Hello diary, long time no see.

'One day you think you'll meet the love of your life or you hope you'll meet the love of your life. But when you grow up and get older you realize that it isn't as easy and simple as you thought. As the years passes, its getting more and more important to get a boyfriend and its just really stressing. When i was a kid i was sure that when i were old enough to go to high school, i would meet the boy of my life. Thought i'd be popular....I now found out that it didnt work that way. Gosh... Harry makes me feel so many things, i can't explain it. Somehow it makes me confused, sad but happy at the same time.... Am i falling for him? Would he even like me that way back? Just the thought of his lips on mine earlier today makes my body tingle. Oh he is calling on me, see ya ;) xx'

"I may say that lipstick looks phenomenal on you darling" He smirked while spraying some Alien by Thierry Mugeri perfume on. Smells hot. I looked into the mirror at him smirking while applying some mascara. His chest and part of his stomach showing through his suit with red stripes on. Damn. "I may say that suit fits you very well Mr.Styles" He chuckled while he buttoned up the arms on the suits. I fixed my skirt a little, he fixed his tie. He looked at me and then at his expensive rolex watch. "You ready to go?" he held out his arm. I smiled and put my arms in his before we leaved the hotel in a big black limousine. We enjoyed our glass with champagne and coke before we could finally spot the venue. Harry fixed a bit on his long long hair before putting some sexy pilot sunglasses on.

20 minutes later we were walking on the red carpet outside the huge venue. Harry stood with a tight grip around my waist and the other one in his pocket of his pants as he answered the journalists about his business with a confident smirk. He was so proud of himself and it made him even hotter. There were music blasting through speakers and the atmosphere was amazing. "Is this your girlfriend Mr.Styles?" "How will she affect your career?" Harry glanced at me before turning agains them. "This is April and she's my very good friend, she won't in any ways affect my career. I have many goals and nothing is gonna stop me from complete them. Thats the only way to success." He answered before taking a fast grip around me as we entered the venue. "Mr.Styles, pleasure as always" a man looking some years older than Harry himself shook Harry's hand before looking over at me. "Ms April, pleasure to meet you" I shook his hand and smiled. "The pleasure is all mine. Harry had a little chat with the man who's name was Alex before we found our table. I took a sip from my glas with coke while Harry was drinking the most expensive wine they had. "Can i have a taste of that?" I asked with a shy smile. He looked down at the glass of wine before sighing. His eyes met mine and he grinned. In these situations i didnt really know what to say. It was that typical expression on his face like ' You already know the answer'. "Dear, what man would i be if i served girls underage alcohol?" i sighed rolling my eyes slightly annoyed. I knew what he meant and he was right but i didnt come here with my father. The question was, who did i come here with?"What are we?" i suddenly slipped. He frowned his eyebrows and was about to say something when another voice started to talk.

"Hello everybody, its a pleasure to be hosting this years big event. Welcome to all business men, women and their dates. We all know what it is to succeed and we all know what it feels like, but theres one man that never fails. He reach his goals and he keeps surprising us with succeeding every challenge he gets, please welcome Mr.Harry Styles" The echo of applause filled the big room and Harry grinned before fixing his tie (again). He walked up on the stage and began to speak. I sighed knowing that i probably won't get the answer to my question.

I directed my attention to the stage and tried to follow what he said but it was just too boring. I looked around in the room. People looked at him like he was a god. They looked up to him and they wanted to be him, they wanted to succeed like him. And he loved it.

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