I Want To Be Loved By You-A Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Harry’s P.O.V.

                The girl sitting on the sidewalk smashing a pair of ballet shoes into the ground looks up.

                “This is embarrassing,” she says, a blush covering her pretty face, subsequently followed by shock. “Holy—oh my—you’re One Direction!” she shrieks, scrambling up off the sidewalk and brushing the dirt off her long, tan legs.

                “Yes, now why were you abusing those poor shoes?” Louis demands, snatching the ballet shoes she’s holding out of her hands and cradling them to his chest protectively. The girl tosses her head back and laugh, her hair falling out of its loose bun and laying in waves on her back. I must have been staring quite obviously, because Niall elbows me in the ribcage and raises his left eyebrow. His elbow nudges me forward, and I stumble clumsily toward the girl.

                “I’m Harry Styles,” I say, sticking my hand out for her to shake. She glances down and slides her soft, warm hand into mine and shakes slowly.

                “Meredith Vargas,” she replies with a slight smile. “Should we head in?” she asks, nodding to the door. I don’t respond, as I’m a little shocked by her beauty. She’s so gorgeous, with long, dark hair, huge hazel eyes, a bright smile, and an extremely strong, athletic body.

                “Yeah, sure!” Liam—always the responsible one—grins and herds us towards the door, which Meredith held open. She follows us in, the door closing behind her with a swoosh of fresh air.

                “The studio is back this way.” Meredith points to a heavy, dark wood door and pushes it open, revealing a room with marley floors, ballet barres, piles of gymnastics mats, and a massive mirror, which Zayn is immediately attracted to.

                “Wow,” Niall whistles at the huge open space and dives onto the pile of mats with a loud smack. Meredith giggles as she ties her hair into a bun and peels off her cardigan, revealing a bright purple sports bra and tight black shorts. I feel a blush creep up my face as she adjusts her hair and answers her ringing cell phone.

                “Hello? Oh, hi Livvy! No, I can’t tonight. I’m sorry. Okay, see you later lovely!” she exclaims sweetly and tosses her phone down by her cardigan. She spins around and smiles.

                “So Rose told me you need to learn how to tumble?” she asks, a hint of mischief in her voice.

                “Tumble? I tumble quite a lot as it is!” Liam exclaims.

                “Always the clumsy one, huh?” Zayn says, patting his shoulder as Liam shrugs innocently.

                “Tumble like gymnastics!” Meredith says as she lays mats over the hard floor. “Find a spot,” she whispers, flirtatiously bumping me with her hip. I chuckle and wink at her, stepping front and center on the mat lined floor.

                “Good?”

                “Perfect.”