Make you mine ( Narry Storan )

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Harry's POV:

Walk, stare, chin up, smirk.

Walk out like you own the place.

Oh wait, you do.

Smirk.

Wink.

Get in the car before they attack.

Now in the car, let go.

Relax, shoulders slouched, closed eyes, give directions.

"Take me home"

"As you wish Mister Styles"

Roll your eyes.

Stupid label, stupid management team, fuck those models. Actually, on a second note, let's fuck those models.

"We're here Mister Styles"

"Yeah, okay"

Walking inside, I see my bags packed on the side of my door.

I grab them and head out the door, back into the car.

"Airport, now"

"Yes Mister Styles"

Drift off. Zone off.

"Sir, we're here"

"Unload my bags"

"Yes Mister Styles"

The butler hands me my channel bag, which I take, and we walk off to international airports. 

Goodbye United Kingdom, Hello America.

Spotting my exit, I walk there with my butler trailing behind me. Once we get there he hands my luggage to the flight attendant, which bats her eyelashes at me and sticks her chest out.

She's okay. If I get bored enough, i'll do her in the airplane's bathroom.

"Where to, Mister Styles?" She purrs.

"To California, the State of dreams and assholes" I state, while smirking and she giggles and twirls her hair around her fingers. 

"That's true, Mister Styles, but let's keep walking, we don't wanna loose our flight, now do we?" she purrs.

No, we don't stupid blonde.

Smirk and wink.

Play it cool.

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I didn't get bored enough.

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"Mister Styles, we have found you a Luxury condo in L.A i'm one hundred and ten percent sure you will love it"

"Thank you Zoella. Go find that silly boyfriend of yours and tell him I send my greetings"

"Of course I will, moron. Tell me how L.A works out for you! Me and Alfie are thinking about moving there"

"You should, I've heard its wonderful"

"Okay, well whatever for now. You have a campaign on tuesday, Styles"

"But its Sunday today. God, its hard having a company you didn't ever even walk into"

"Nobody cares about that. Now, you'll be working with a male model called Niall Horan. Heard he's quite the catch"

"Hm... really? Because you think everyone is a catch" 

"I'm sure about this one. He's irish"

"Oh that's true. Irish man, big dick huh?" I laugh into the phone and can imagine Zoella's blush.

"Harry Styles, you're so stupid you sex crazed addict" she laughs.

"But I pay for most of your bills, so shut it. I've got to go now, i'm opening the door for the condo"

"You'll love it, but okay, bye. Take care!" with that, she hangs up.

Smile, lock, pocket.

Walking in I see a wide window stretching 3/5 of the front wall. A wide open space, white furniture and a 52' inch plasma.

Everything just as requested.

Sighing, I drag the bags with me into the room and decide to start unpacking until I loose track of time.

Until I focus so much I don't even realize i've finished. 

Until I pass out.

Until i'm numb.

The sad truth about this, is that it happens frequently.

Too frequently.

Its uneasy.

Unsettling.

Closed eyes.

Breath in and out.

You're okay.

We're okay.

Oh pretty boy, you have it all, but at the same time you have nothing.

Such a shame you are. Truly.

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Wake up.

Open eyes.

Stretch.

Groan.

Kick covers off.

Stand up.

Its monday, I feel like shitte.

Tomorrow I have a meeting.

Please don't let me be sick.

Stop being pathetic, Styles.

Get up and get dressed.

Gather up things.

Put up things.

Fix things.

Invite people.

Perfectperfectperfectperfect.

It has to be perfect.

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(A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this redo of the first chapter.

The original one was shi.t. Omfg i'm sorry.

If you read it, i'm ashamed I swear .

Anyway, how are you guys? Can we get some more votes and comment on this?

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Well ily peeps)