One Way Or Another {Harry Styles fanfic}

Chapter 18 - No more tears!

*HARRY’S POV*

What was Amy doing here? I didn’t know she would be here or else I would have of never participated at all. I wanted this time to be for me and Sapphire. Clearly I thought wrong and my hopes were a bit too high. Right now while Amy is tugging on to me showing me off to her slutty friends I could be comforting Sapphire like Zayn is. They are giggling laughing and kissing each other playfully.

I wish that was me, I wish management never butted in my personal life. I’m stuck with Amy I don’t know how but I am. I certainly wasn’t in love with Amy, I could never be. She wasn’t my type she had the bad girl ego, I was just me Harry Styles only the lads and Sapph understood me completely. There would be times when even the lads wouldn’t get me but Sapph never argued, she’d always be there to listen and understand.

“Haz c’mon were on break let’s go get something to eat” Amy pulled onto my shirt leaving no gap between us and our lips inches away. Her high pitched voice still ringing through my ears and her touch made me shiver. I moved back but once again she intertwined her fingers with mine. Ok this day was nothing like I thought it’d be.

We walked in our hands still joint, which was bothering me slightly I didn’t want Sapphire to be bothered.

My luck she was already sitting there with Zayn, they both were laughing and seemed pretty happy as much as I wanted to walk away management would find out some way. A few girls came running towards us talking to Amy and fluttering they’re eye lashes at me. What is this the 2nd century fluttering your eye lashes does not make a boy fall in love with you. Sluts these days really need to learn some flirting techniques. This is just pathetic. My attention wasn’t towards any of these fake bitches. I mean they aren’t even themselves, tans, tons of makeup, fake eye brows and eye lashes even short clothes.

I just want someone I can be normal around, someone who doesn’t care about all my fame, someone who doesn’t love me for being in one of the worlds famous boy band but loves me for being normal Harry, someone who wasn’t fake, who showed they’re true colors didn’t need a ton of makeup on to look beautiful to impress me.

That someone was Sapph I need her. There is a difference between want and need I needed her. She doesn’t once look at the fact that I’m the Harry Styles. She looks at me like I’m the same old Harry I was 5 years ago no fame no popularity nothing, just our bonding.

*SAPPH’S POV*

“I don’t really go to dances and proms Zayn, my mum always use to force me” I said in a reasoning tone “plus I don’t wear dresses you know that” I said looking away from Zayn’s gorgeous brown eyes.

“Sapph I still don’t get why you don’t like dresses, matter of fact you looked amazing the other day in a dress” he said a smirk appeared on his lips as I sipped on my Dr. Pepper.

“Ugh I just think I look horrible and yeah I wasn’t really erm…girly before not that I am now but I don’t know I like natural beauty over fakeness. I mean just look over there” I pointed towards girls who looked like they could fuck Harry in a couple of minutes. It didn’t bother me I knew he didn’t like them the look on his face showed me everything clearly all the years I’d spent with Harry, taught me how to read him through his facial expressions.

“Just look at them they’re just I don’t know fake. I’d actually like to throw water on one of their faces and see how they actually look. Through all the makeup and that tan even the dyed hair. I am a pretty big fan of dying my hair but not completely. They have fake smiles fake facial features fake everything I wouldn’t be surprised if someone said they were made in China after all they do look like Barbie dolls made by a 4 year old girl.”