Changing Harry Styles

21. Her

I could hear my dad desperately trying to teach Harry from downstairs. 

"Harry, focus. The more you actually do, the less time you have to spend pretending you're listening to me." My dad practically whined. Harry sighed.

"I'm trying Mr. Rambler, but this whole damn thing is bloody pointless!" Harry protested. I started to giggle. Harry was right, but so was my dad. Popstar's didn't need an education, they just need good looks, a decent voice, and autotune if you were truly horrible. But education? In the words of the GREAT Harry Styles, pointless.

I was perched on my window seat writing in a notebook of mine, plotting ways to restore Harry to his carefree nature. So far, I had nothing. My phone began to vibrate against my leg, it was Tusla.

"Hey Tusla, long time not talk." I smile, I really haven't conversed with her in a while.

"Hiya Mer, just letting you know there's another meeting tonight at the shop, 7pm if you wanna come."  Her voice was like literal sunshine beaming through the phone. 

"Oh I'll be there!"  An idea popped into my head.

"Hey Tusla, wanna come over to my place for a bit? I'm in dire need of your help."

"Well sure thing! I'm pretty sure I know where you live, wanna text me the address?" I agree and hang up. I have actually no idea what my address is, but dad probably knows. Running down the stairs, I barge in on a very frustrated Harry and an equally frustrated father.

"Harry it's a very simple formula, works almost every time." My dad tried desperately coax him.

"Well then why didn't fucking work this time?" He explaods. My dad sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

"You didn't do it right, see you forgot to carry the two-"

"Not everyting can be solved by a god damn formula!" Harry explaods. He goes to walk out the door, but I run over and put a hand on his shoulder. 

"Harry." I whisper. Our eyes dont budge, him starring at me and me starring right back at him. His hard gaze softens, and he returns to the table without another word.

"Sorry Mr. Rambler." He mumbles. My father gives me a questioning look, and I shrug. 

"Dad what's our address?" I ask. Harry snorts.

"Problem?" I cross my arms and glare at him.

"You don't know your own address?" He laughs. I roll my eyes in return.

"Oh shut up." My dad doesn't say anything, just points to the fridge with an orange stickynote. Lost in an abys of laziness, I just snap a picture of the note and text it to Tusla. She replies saying she's on her way. 

Harry won't stop starring at me as I make a cup of tea. His gaze makes my heat flutter in ways I really wish it wouldn't. My dad is pretending not to notice, but judging by the look on his face he wants to slap Harry upside the head.

"Alright, I'm leaving." I announce out of the blue. Harry returns to my dad, who honestly mentally gave up half an hour ago. I don't blame him,  Harry's a bit of a handful. 

Just as I'm about to go up the stairs, the doorbell rings.

"It's open!" I shout. Tusla comes barging in, a smile on her face. 

"Hiya Meredith!" SHe chirps. My dad groans and rests his head on the table. 

"Oh god you are Harry Styles and you are sitting in Meredith's kitchen hello I am Tusla." She runs over to the two men and offers both their hands to shake at once. Harry smiles at her, and my dad picks himself up and shakes her hand also.

"Hello Tusla, I'm Meredith's father." Dad stands. "Okay Harry we are one hundred percent done here." He drags himself off to his bedroom and before long the shower begins to run. Harry stands and approaches me.

"Well, see you around Meredith." He stares at me for much too long, before deciding to kiss my cheek in the most awkward way possible. "I... ah.. sorry." He runs out the door, leaving me standing there, again.

"Did Harry STyles just..." Tusla stage whispers.

"Looks like it." I mumble. He didn't, he couldn't have. I was dying to feel angry like last time, but instead it made me want to kiss him right back. God I have to stop, this is getting out of hand.

"Tusla, follow me. I need your creative brains." I showed her the staircase and she almost fainted. 

"Your house in undeniably the greatest thing." She sighed. Once we got to my actual room, she ran ahead and settled on the window seat.

"So what do you need my help for?" She smiled at me. God, she was nothing but a ball of sunshine.

"Okay, out of a request from my dad, and four out of five One Direction members, I somehow have to change Harry so he's no longer a rude, arrogant, little shit." 

"Well, judging by that kiss he gave you, you're halfway there." She shrugged. 

"What do you mean?"

"Well I'm no Harry expert, but if he's really the jerk you're putting him out to be, he wouldn't be kissing your cheek. I'd say you are the solution." I shake my head.

"No, no I'm not." Tusla sits and ponders before speking again.

"Well, there is something that might help, I mean it's a long shot but it's an opportunity." 

"Alright, I'm listening." 

"Okay, well there's this youth group downtown that organizes trips down to developping countires and they are searching for people to come down and help out in places like Africa and stuff. If you take him there, maybe it'll open his eyes or something." I jump up from my seat and hug her.

"Tusla, you are a genius! How did I not think of that?" She just laughs and flips her hair.

"Thank you, thank you, hold your applause." I ounch her lightly in the shoulder and we calm down.

"So when's the next trip?" I ask.

"A month from now I believe, South Africa." 

This will take a good load od advanced planning, including discussing the idea with their management and Simon Cowell, THE Simon Cowell. 

"Tusla, this'll be extremely hard to pull off you know. It's not like he's exactly a normal kid, he has a high energy demanding career, we can't just ship him away for two weeks." Tusla scoffs.

"Oh Meredith, sweet, innocent Meredith. You don't know who you're talking to." I can see the gears in her head turning. "I have a plan."

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I am watching One DIrection on SNL right as we speak and good greif it's fantastic!!

But I got surgery on my mouth, outch.

and xrays

and I went back to therapy for the first time in two years and she is worried about me over christmas. 

BUT I GET TO SEE ONE DIRECTION IN TORONTO

I AM SO EXCITED IM ON THE FIRST BALCONY IN THE SIXTH ROW. IF YOU'RE GOING TO TORONTO TOO TALK TO ME AND WE CAN MEET UP AND STUFF.

Okay o its a little rough and a shitty chapter but I needed to get things moving along.

Alright

goodbye.

*Doncheshire*