Harry Styles Imagines

Little Shop of Styles

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"Great news class.  The board has finally approved for a drama performance.  This year, we'll be doing Little Shop of Horrors."  The drama teacher, Mrs. Phillips exclaim excitedly.  Finally, a play we can actually enjoy and I already know the words to the songs and the lines by heart.  I grew up to Little Shop of Horrors. 

"Everyone will be given the chance to try out for the parts they wish to do.  Tryouts will be tomorrow afternoon, after school is over and will end at 5 p.m.  Good luck to you all."

I was so excited for tomorrow.  I look over to my crush, Harry Styles.  He would make an excellent Seymour.  I can't picture him playing Orin Scrivello, the Dentist of Pain and abuse.  He's too sweet to be like that.  He was more compassionate, so much more handsome.  More...

"Harry!" A high pitch voice squeals, breaking my thoughts.

Ugh, Cynthia Bartlett.  Harry's bleach blond, caked face, barbie girlfriend.  They've been together for almost 6 months.  Cynthia doesn't love him.  She only loves his money.  She was rich as well.  In fact, her father was part of the board of education, who approved the play.  And her mom, according to her, was a big time actress in Broadway musicals.  But, from what I heard, she hasn't made a decent hit since Cynthia was born.   

"Are you gonna try out as well tomorrow, baby?"  Cynthia pouts her bubble gum lips at him. 

"Most definitely, baby.  What role are you gonna go for?"  Harry asks.

Cynthia scoffs, "Why, Audrey, of course.  Who else?  And you're going for Simon, right?"  She giggles.

"Seymour, baby.  It's Seymour, and yes, I'm going for the role."  He says with a smirk. 

Cynthia squeals, "We're gonna be even more popular!" She kisses his lips and takes off giggling.  But not before roughly slamming into me on purpose.  "Watch it, fat-ass!" She growls and walks off. 

I scoff and kneel to pick up my books that she pushed out of my hands, and gasp when I see another hand reaching to help me with my stuff.  Harry.

"Sorry about my girlfriend.  She's...well...I don't know what to say anymore." Harry apologizes. 

I smiled at him and took my books from his hands, "Then, why do you date her if you know how rude she is?"

He shrugs, "She's beautiful.  Wild and fun to be with.  She's sweet...on good days.  Um, it's hard to explain."  He sighs.

"Harry, if it's hard to explain why you're with a person, then, it's going to end badly unless you do something to change.  Otherwise, you're gonna wind up with no more explanations and a broken heart." I say, then I felt like wanting to kick myself.  So instead of waiting for him to yell at me for bashing his relationship, I ran out of there.  But, not before passing the sign up sheet. 

I was in love with Harry.  I am, still, but I'm too scared to say it.  But, maybe, if I can win the role of Audrey, Harry will see.  Against my better judgement I signed up for the play. 

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The next day, I walked into the dance studio were the auditions were being taken.  I could see my best friend, Joel, rocking on the piano for the ones who was auditioning to sing.  Several girls have tried out for Audrey, and some were actually pretty good, but I believe I have the part in a heartbeat.  Harry was up and did Skid Row.  He blew the teacher away with his notes.  Cynthia was cheering like a hyena for him.