Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 19

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Chapter 19 – Valerie’s P.O.V.

            “Damn, Valerie. You’re really good,” Zayn commented as I felt my cheeks flush immensely.

            “Please no,” I begged, shaking my head in my hands.

            “Please no, what?” Liam asked with a slight chuckle.

            “Please don’t compliment me,” I said, then sighed as they all gave me confused looks. “I don’t think you want me to scream because One Direction is complimenting me… on singing.”

            “And…?” Harry trailed off, quirking a brow at me.

            I stared at him with wide eyes, as if it were obvious. “And you guys are fucking perfection and being complimented by you is just surreal.”

            I covered my mouth, not meaning to curse, but the boys simply laughed. “I’m already starting to like you, Valerie,” Louis chuckled and I felt my cheeks heat up. The doorbell then rang, and Louis’ grin stretched. “That must be Eleanor.”

            My eyes widened. “Eleanor fucking Calder?” I exclaimed, excitement bubbling inside me.

            Louis smirked, nodding as he went to the door.

            “Holy shit,” I breathed out, raking a hand through my hair. “I need a damn inhaler or something before I go on a cursing rant.”

            The boys laughed and then the door opened to reveal the gorgeous model I’ve envied for as long as I can remember. I don’t get why Eleanor gets so much hate. She’s fucking beautiful, and the way Louis was looking at her right now truly screamed admiration. If Larry was real, I’d be okay with that. But if Louis is happy, why the hell would “fans” make him unhappy by sending his girlfriend hate all the time?

            Give the kid a break.

            “Hey, babe,” Louis smiled, pecking Eleanor’s lips as she grinned back. I wanted to fangirl so damn bad right now, but I was holding it in… for their sake. “Love, this is Valerie. Valerie, this is Eleanor.”

            “Hey,” Eleanor smiled sweetly, the same smile I’ve been thriving to have for the past couple years.

            “H-Hi,” I sputtered, but she simply giggled and leaned down to hug me. I instantly hugged her back, but tried not to be freaky. God, she smells good. And holy shit her hair is soft. Deciding I was getting a little creepy, I forced myself to pull away.

            “Did Harry finally ask you out?” Eleanor smirked, wiggling her eyebrows but my eyes widened slightly.

            I glanced over at Harry who was giving Eleanor the death glare, clearly telling her to shut her mouth. “What?” I asked stupidly, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

            “Oh, um, nothing,” Eleanor said quickly, watching Harry’s movements for her to shut up. “I was just…” she trailed off, then pursed her lips and bounced on her heels. “Louis, what’s that thing you wanted to do?”