First of all, I wanna say A MASSIVE THANK YOU TO MY LITTLE FRIEND LUKA who decited to translate my story. Made sure that I am not capable to do it by myself. So I am so happy that I found an amazing translator. Also I wanna warn you that if you found a mistake, please do not start to judge. So, here you go, this is the first part. Enjoy and do not forget to comment & vote
Harry POV
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I yawned loudly in my empty room, laying in a messy bed. The yawn's sound, echoed through the walls, reminding me, how lonely I am. But I'm not lonely, right? Just yesterday, this room was controlled by lust, clothes were flying, people were moaning.
"No, I'm not lonely." I shaked my head and clicked my computer's button, waking it up.
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"-Guys, can you imagine, how many fan-fictions there are made, where the main character is no other, but yourself? - The interviewer asked and curiously looked at us.
- I don't think that it's really-
- Believe me. - The girl interrupted Liam and fixed her glasses. - Millions of girls are creating all kinds of love stories, giving themselves a free will to imagination, and are not afraid to cross the borders. What do you think? - I turned to Zayn who was slightly biting his lip and stared at the journalist unreliably. - You have doubts, right? - She raised her eyebrow.
- We're sorry. - Louis started speaking carefully and turned to me, waiting for approvement.
- It's the first time we heard about this. - I said quickly, helping him and smiled at the girl."
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When the browser turned on, I put my finger on button "o" hesitantly. Slowly, I entered "One Direction Stories" and clicked the searching button. Holy shit, she was right! Many different names of stories were flickering on the screen. " Should I read it?" I asked myself. Slowly, I ran my eyes through the changing story names, when I stopped on one; "There are no happy endings. There are only not ended." At the bottom, the small shrifted numbers, said that many people read this story. "Well.. I won't lose anything." I sighed, fixed my pillow and as soon as I pressed the name, I saw my picture. "Heyy." I said loudly, looking at myself, and stretched my arm out, wanting to fix a funny, stuck out curl. When my fingers hit the screen, I understood what I'm really doing, so I moved my hand away quickly.
"Chapter 1
I am mad at Harry. Very mad. In fact, I am furious. Only him could do this to me and forget, that today I am his graduation partner. But, then why, did he ask me to be his partner, in front of my best friend's face? Though, I think, it explains. All my life, since I was little, I was bullied, because of my overweight, not such rich parents and today was the last chance to make fun of me. After all, I should've known what truly lies behind all of this. How could I be so stupid and think that the most beautiful boy in school truly likes me? How? I ran down the stairs to the kitchen, opened the freezer, took out a banana ice cream box and sprawled out on the couch. It's a relief that my parents are not home and avoided an even bigger shame. The TV was showing some stupid Mexican serial, so I switched channels and took a spoonful of ice cream. My mind was telling me to spit everything our immediatly, but listening to my crying of sorrow heart, I took an even bigger spoonful.
"Hey, Valentina, do you want to go out with me to the graduation party this Saturday?" I said loudly, immitating his voice and mixing the ice cream with my spoon.
"What? Are you talking to me?" I grimaced at the spoon, exaggerating.
"Of course, I liked you, a long time ago, but I didn't dare to ask you out, before." I uttered in a low, sweet voice.
"Oh my god." I grimaced again. "Sure! " I murmured with a mouthful and swallowed hard. "Asshole." I whispered and wiped my dripping nose with a sleeve. I flinched when I heard a car alarm in my backyard. Hurrying, I wiped my teary face with my sleeve, and ran to the doors, opening them wide.
" Ha.. " I managed to mumble, when a large piece of cake came flying and landed on my face.
" It was a lovely evening, Valentina. Thank you. " Harry exclaimed happily in a malevolent voice and and the car whirled away, leaving me standing speechless. I had not experienced such a humiliation."
Harry POV
Slowly, rubbing my eyes, I looked at the clock, which showed half to one in the morning. Reluctantly, I turned off the computer, mantally reminding myself of the sotry name, so I won't forget it. I layed down on one side and put the bedsheet in between my thighs. "Could I really do this?" I asked myself and closed my eyes as I layed on my back.
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There are no happy endings. There are only not ended (A Harry Styles FanFiction)
FanfictionA heart touching love story of bullied girl named Valentina who started post her life's story on the internet. Are you wondering what will happen next? Then do not hesitate and start reading!