Operation: Tomboy (Harry Styles Fan fiction)

3: Perv

3: Perv

The two have been strolling through numerous stores yet they haven’t found anything at all. Obviously, Fibs isn’t the type of girl to pick dresses, heels, make-up or anything that shouts “I’m a girl”. And on the other hand, Harry isn’t the type of guy who’s interested in picking girls’ clothes, although voted at British Top Icon; Harry was uninterested in shopping at all.

“Found anything you like?” Harry asked. Obviously bored by their situation.

“Quite the opposite actually, I’m stuck dealing with two things I hate – you and shopping.” Fibs said.

Harry nodded and continued scanning through the dresses and picked out randomly that he thought would fit at the petite girl. Blue, Green, Black, Red, Pink – he must’ve picked all the colors in the palette just to end their miserable state. Tops with ruffles, top crop, sweaters, skirts, skinny jeans and shorts – they were all thrown at Fibs’ shopping cart.

“Try them all. Hurry before any fans see us.” Harry instructed seriously.

Fibs just shrugged and followed him, not oblivious to consequences when the fans spot them. Fans can get messy at sometimes, handful even, she thought and another bright idea popped into her mind, another bright idea to annoy Harry.

“Hey Styles!” she shouted through the dressing room.

“What.” He said lazily, more of like a statement than a question.

“Do you hate your fans?” she asked.

Harry tensed at the question, but he knew very well the answer.

“Erm, no. Without them, we won’t be even in our pla-“

“Cut the crap, Styles.”

“I’m serious, without them we won’t be able to reach our dreams and you know, inspire people.”

“Yeah right. Just so you know I heard about that girl you slapped, quite hard actually don’t you feel guilty? And you’re saying that you love your fans but how can you just slap her? It’s morally wrong.”

“She violated me. I was shocked and startled so I just-“

“BUT slapping isn’t really an option, is it?”

Harry let out an exasperated sigh. “Alright! Yes! I do hate some of them, they interfere with my life like they fucking own it, they comment on everything I do like they’re some fucking royalties or something. They invade my personal space and even dare to harass my family. I hate them, I fucking hate them. Happy now?”

There was a silence, deafening silence. None dared to speak after the unbelievable speech.

“I’m happy but your fans won’t be after they hear this….AND POST.” Fibs said and let out a teasing laugh.

Harry’s head shoot up and let out a confused look, it took time to realize before he knew what was happening.

“Did you just-“ harry trailed.

“Yes, I did.” Fibs replied calmly.

“What the fuck, Open the fucking door, Fibs! Take that back!” Harry grabbed the handle of the door and tried to open it, banging it with all his force, what would happen to One Direction if his rant spread through the world wide web, things will get messy. “Open the door, damn it!” he shouted once more. “Go away! I’m dressing up, perv.” She laughed again. Harry continued banging on the door, pushing it to open it, when he finally opened it, a saleslady and security approached him.