harry's pov*
I cant believe that she does'nt know who i am.
I mean it sort of hurts that she isnt a directioner but its so much better, everything is normal.
She is'nt talking to me because im Harry Styles from one direction,this beautiful girl is here with me now because im just Harry Styles,the 'hot shit' from her school,as she says.
Im so lost in thought that i barley notice Alana saying something.
"Gat uof meh fyat asss" she muffles.
It takes me 3 seconds to realize im still hugging her.
"Haha,sorry love"
"So are you gunna show me around?" she asks as i realise her short little body as i look down on her.
Completly ignoring her question i say "You are the cutest little person ever"
She looks at me wirh a smirk and says
"Well actually im 5'2,its not my fault your some kind of avatar figure"
"Ha,i see you've got jokes huh"
"You know what they say,short girls do it best"
Wow,is she hitting on me?
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Fanfiction"You really dont know who i am do you?" "Yea i know you kinda,your Harry Styles,the most popular boy in my all british school" I say in a 'duh' tone. He looks at me with wide eyes and furred eyebrows. But then he has this sparkle of idea in his ey...
