a stirring invitation: (dear Harry Styles)

dear harry.

Dear Harry Styles,

My name is Mona Dawson. I am a big fan of yours. My 23rd birthday is quickly approaching and I've decided all I want is to have some fun. I have rented a beautiful 3 bedroom, 2 bath home on South Beach for the whole weekend - Friday to Monday. Please join me the weekend of November 20th.

As you said in your first movie, "I want to live while we're young." Take this chance and join me for a fun filled weekend at the beach. #HarryinMiamiWithMona

Regards, Mona

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I saved the letter as a picture. Then tweeted the picture to Harry, his mom, sister, cousins, best friend, Luke Hemmings, and several fan handles. After 20 tweets were sent, I took a deep breath and turned off my phone. I looked around my empty apartment and decided to go shopping to pick out new dresses for my birthday trip. It was a beautiful Saturday in Atlanta, so I chose to ride my bike to the local mall.

I had been exercising and eating better, which made picking out a bikini even easier. Unfortunately, the scar near my shoulder showed no matter the dress or swimsuit.

*flashback*

"I saw the way you looked at him," Kyle stumbled toward the kitchen.

"But, I just thanked him for picking up my notebook," I tried to stay calm.

"You are a slut!" He screamed throwing an empty beer bottle at the wall behind me.

I gasped and ducked out of the way.

"I only love you, Kyle," I pleaded desperately.

"Shut up! You make me feel like a fool," he growled throwing another bottle.

This one shattered just above my head. I had a thin tank top on - it offered no protection to the shards that rained down. One extra sharp piece grazed my right shoulder causing blood to start spilling down my arm.

I looked into his angry eyes and put pressure on the cut with my left hand.

"I think I need stitches," I said quietly.

Suddenly, keys fell at my feet. When I looked up, he had left the kitchen and slammed our bedroom door. I grabbed the keys from the floor, my phone from the counter and called Kim on my way out.

"Kim, I'm headed to the ER," I said calmly even though I was hyperventilating inside.

"What happened?!? What did he do?" She screamed.

"He threw an empty beer bottle above my head," I answered starting to cry.

"Zayn and I will meet you at the hospital," she said as she ended the call.

I sat in the passenger seat of my car and sobbed. This was the last straw.

*end flashback*

I shivered as I picked up a gorgeous yellow sundress.

"Perfect for Miami," I said aloud to distract myself.

"It is!"

I spun around and saw Liam's sister, Nichola, behind me.

"How are you?" I asked bringing her into a hug.

"I'm good," she replied. "Sorry about you & Liam."

"I'm not sure what to say," I said honestly.

"It's ok, we are supposed to be grown ups...no need to take sides in a break up," she smiled and winked.

"You're right," I nodded and smiled back, wondering what Liam had told her.

She turned out to be a great shopping buddy as she helped me pick 4 dresses and 2 bikinis for Miami. I told her I was going for my birthday, but I left out the part about my tweet to Harry Styles because I wasn't sure how she'd feel.

"You'll look fabulous," she said as we walked to grab smoothies at the food court.

"Thank you for everything," I said. "I don't have many friends since Kim and Zayn moved to England, then Liam and I broke up."

"Aw, well call me anytime," she pulled out her phone. "What's your number? I will text so you have mine."

I recited my number, then ordered my smoothie. I glanced at my screen and remembered my phone was off, so I started it up. Immediately, it began beeping like crazy.

I had over 500 Twitter notifications.

"Everything ok?" Nichola asked, reminding me why I had turned it on.

I clicked on my texts and told her that I would call her soon. We said goodbye. I hurried to my bike...I wanted to get home and find out what was going on.

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AN: Liam's sister seems nice...and Mona needs a friend, right? Are you excited for the next chapter?