Harry Styles is So Not My Type ( a Harry Styles fanfiction [1D] )

Harry Styles is So Not My Type

A/N : A One Direction Harry Styles fanfic from yours truly :) do enjoy ! Also, I've decided on the casting for the main character, Brooklyn Summers ! Sara Paxton will be acting as her :D I'll put up a photo at the side :) Do vote and comment if you liked the story ! I'll read every comment and I appreciate every vote ! Even comments like ' :D ' or ' update ! ' is loved and read !

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The roaring of the crowd is enough to deafen me, and I scowled, wrinkling my nose at the mosh pit. One Direction continued to sing on, waving to their fangirls and smiling. I wished desperately to be anywhere but here now. Then why am I even here ? Blame Lacy, my stupid best friend that I love all too dearly. When she asked me to go with her to the concert as she had access passes to the mosh pit, I found myself falling to her puppy dog eyes, and so, I agreed to come along, against my better judgement.

"Isn't this awesome ?" Lacy yelled, all breathless, yet totally thrilled.

"Yeah yeah, sure it is." I replied, rolling my eyes as I step aside to avoid a rabid fangirl who nearly crashed into me.

"We're right in front ! So close to them ! Which one do you like best ?" Lacy grinned, waving her arms up and down.

"I don't know any of them... Ah ! That dude with curly brown hair, quite attractive !" I exclaimed, pointing towards one of them.

"Oh my god ! That's Harry Styles ! And oh my gods !"

"What ? Stop saying that !" I blurted, annoyed at her ' oh my gods '.

"He's looking at you !" Lacy hissed, gripping onto my arms.

"What ?" I turned to look at Harry Styles, and found his eyes staring back at me, twinkling with amusement.

Much to my surprise, Harry Styles came closer to the mosh pit, and stuck a hand out. Tons of fangirls screamed with excitement and tried to grab his hand. At our close proximity, I could see him upclose, and I had to admit, he was certainly handsome, and kinda sexy... Stop it, Brooklyn ! What are you thinking ?! That small voice in my head piped up, and I scowled.

Suddenly, I felt a hand grab me and pull me onstage, and I stiffled a surprised scream at having my thoughts interrupted. I glanced down at Lacy, who looked shell-shocked and a little jealous. I look up, and saw Harry Styles grinning at me. I choked a little, realizing I was onstage, staring at thousands of fangirls, who looked totally jealous, and at the camera. Oh. My. God. I am on live television ?! What am I supposed to do ? My stage fright kicked in and I started sweating.

"Let me kiss you !" Harry Styles sang, and much to my horror, he dipped me down for a kiss, and I struggled against his grip.

What the hell ?! My lips softened against his, oh my gods. He's a good kisser... As he pulled away, grinning, I snapped back to reality. And guess what I did ? I slapped him in the face.

I stormed off the stage, not registering what I did. How dare he kiss me on life television, without my permission ? ! To think that for a moment, I actually enjoyed the kiss !

I grabbed Lacy and marched out of the concert hall, ignoring her countless protests and flabbergasted shrieking. Finally, we got into our car and I let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh my gods, Brook ! Are you mad ?! " Lacy finally said, shocked.

"I'm not ! " I argued, breathing heavily.

"You just slapped Harry Styles in front of everyone ! And on live television !" Lacy exclaimed, gripping my arm with her steel-like grip.

"How dare he had the audacity to kiss me ! Without my permission, on live television ! That's violating my rights ! " I countered, eyes flashing a little angrily.

"You know, millions of girls would have killed to be you ? It was part of tonight's gig, as stated in the tickets ! One lucky girl will be kissed by Harry Styles ! And admit it, he is a good kisser !" Lacy explained, waggling her eyebrows and pulling out the concert brochure.

I read the brochure, and yes indeed, it was stated in bold that one lucky girl would be kissed. Why me ? Oh my god.

"I feel like a slut ! I pray I don't get STD ! " I said lamely, out of things to say.

"Stop being such a prude ! Please, you're smarter than me, you know you can't get STD from kissing !"

"Oh my gods Lacy, let's just go home. I'm praying that this is all just a nightmare." I said, starting the engine.

"Millions of fangirls are probably gonna get pissed at you." Lacy said with a bored tone now.

"I know ! And those fangirls are rabid ! Oh Lacy, what do I do ?" I cried out, driving off.

"Stay at home and never go out !" Lacy said a little too cheerfully, punching me in the arm.

"Lacy ! I need to go to school ! "

"Geesh, you're such a geek ! Anyway, be grateful your dad doesn't watch the entertainment channels. You know how much convincing it took to let you attend this concert !"

"Oh no, dad ! I think we're past my curfew !" I yelped, glancing at my watch.

"Then you're screwed, dear Brook."

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-BlazingScarlet