flaws // h.s & j.t

one

Harry Styles and Jade Thirwall, two star crossed lovers. Harry won Jade's heart easily, and the affections were mutual. However, it wasn't always an easy ride. Then, Harry and Jade break up. He goes off to pursue his singing career, leaving her heart broken. A year later Jade is put into the band Little Mix, with the hopes of seeing Harry and showing him what he's been missing. Jade has turned into something she never thought she would, and it turns out her flaws will be the thing that make her or break her.

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flaws // bastille

I saw him in the music room, his hands hovering over the sparkling white piano keys as he sang. I was watching Harry Styles singing as I heard the familiar tune.

"You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve,

And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground,

Dig them up; let's finish what we started -

Dig them up, so nothings left unturned"

I applauded, and then blushed.

The second he noticed me, he looked at me as if I was a gift from God.

"Y-You really have some talent" I told him

"Emm.. Thanks. What's your name, beautiful?" He asked me.

"J-J-Jade. Jade Thirwall. You don't know me," I assured him.

"Ah Jade, of course I know who you are. How can I not know who such a pretty girl is?" Harry said, his tone menacing.

I walked backwards, to leave the door I had previously entered. As I walked backward, he walked forward, right up to me so our faces were less than a centimetre apart. I could notice every flaw he had on his face, every curve, every line, every imperfection.

"Jade, don't leave. Don't ruin the party before its even started" he chuckled as the words left his full, pink lips. I could feel his warm breath on my face.

"Don't," I warned but it came out like a whisper. I was shaking from nerves. "Don't," I said again, confidence overtaking me. I felt a sudden burst of adrenaline rush through me.

"Give me a reason as to why I should," he said tauntingly. He bit down on his lower lip. I have to say he looks extremely attractive.

"I ignored him. Harry. W-What do you want?" I questioned.

"You," he said, as a deep moan rumbled from his throat. Then, he crashed his full, pink lips onto mine. He wrapped an arm around my waist, as he leaned his weight forward into the kiss. He pulled a strand of my hair, and as he did, my mouth opened, giving his tongue easy access to dance around my mouth. My hand went up to cup his cheek. We quickly pulled away as we both needed air.

"Harry, I-I need to go. Sorry," I stammered as I rushed out the room.

As I walked down the hallways, I pondered my thoughts. He felt something for me. I could tell by the way he responded to me, my touch. As much as I hated to admit it, he allured me. But I couldn't be falling for him. He just wasn't me.