My Dimpled Prince Charming (Harry Styles)

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//G A B R I E L A//

"Wake up, wake up! Prince Harry is waiting for his princess!" I'm his maid, I thought.

They screamed at me and to make sense to that, I was sleeping peacefully on my overly comfortable, fluffy bed.

Why did my mom let them in?

"Shut up." I groaned sleepily.

Ugh, morning voice. Bleh.

"Who's Harry?" My little brother, Jake, asked cheekily.

Oh god, no.

I quickly stood up like a drunk person and pushed my brother out of my room. I pressed my back flat on the door with my shocked face and I think my eyes are gonna bulge out of it's sockets.

It really freaks me out to see that evil smirk of his. It's not that really comforting to see, I'm telling you.

"You shouldn't have mentioned Harry! Now my brother will tease and blackmail me with that information."

True as fuck.

"Then you should've woken up early so you wouldn't have to suffer the consequences. Now you know what will happen next time." Giselle smiled.

"Now go take a quick shower, private Evans. Chop chop!" Lindy commanded.

I obeyed them at taking a shower and I dried up my hair then put on the outfit they prepared yesterday. Giselle curled my hair and put on a bow, while Lindy put on make-up.

Oh geez.

"Please just put a little make up on, I don't wanna look too prepared, for nothing." I mumbled the last part and she just nodded.

Make up isn't really my thing, that's why they're the one that puts it on me. I'll also be a loser if I'll ever be in the fashion industry.

"You may now look at our masterpiece." Rainelle said.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked.. woah... I look actually kinda pretty for once and my make-up looked natural. Geez, these girls have magic in their hands.

I don't look sick for once.

"Thank you so much, guys. It's.. I-It's just.. wow!" I said, really astonished.

Talk about the bestest friends in the whole world.

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We all walk together to school and went on our own classes. I made my way to the lockers to get a few books that I needed for the next classes and I saw Harry doing the same but of course, with girls going after him.

They're all about from twenty to twenty-five. They all have papers and pictures in their hands, probably for an autograph. They screamed so loud that they could be heard from the other building.

Our disciplinarian probably heard them too, but they aren't scolding them. Are they deaf to not hear them yelling like they're in a market?

I wonder if Harry even noticed me, did he? He seems pretty busy with a lot of fans like that. The last thing he probably wants is another girl running after him.

This is probably the moment where I'll die because he's looking at me. He's looking at me! He looked up at me and after a second or two, he just looked away.

That's it?

I can't help but feel so ugly. All the confidence that I have a few seconds ago just vanished like a bubble. I felt really jealous of those girls that were following him. At least he notices them. I suddenly felt desperate like the other girls that wanted him to notice them.