There are no happy endings. There are only not ended (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Part 1

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.