Picture Perfect (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

The music pounded around me, the bass and drumbeat of the music spreading through me and vibrating through the floor. The toe shoes hit the floor painfully but I took no notice, it was something I was used to, the music was coming to an end, to finish I pushed myself up onto my toes spinning quickly and releasing my leg halfway through the turn, my eyes shut against the ache in my muscles. The music stopped and I let my sweaty body drop to the wooden floor, breathing heavily as I stared up at the ceiling, watching the way the ceiling was carved, following the intricate design with my green eyes.

I was shocked out of my revelry when my iPhone began to buzz, the familiar sounds of the cover of Drops of Jupiter that my best friend and cousin, Harmony Rae Moore had done at her latest concert. I got up sluggishly, pulling myself over to the phone slowly. "Hello?" I asked, the strong Australian accent coming out. "Tamzin!" I heard a deep male voice cry, "Liam… is that seriously you or am I dreaming?" she joked, rolling my eyes as I heard my best friend laughing. Liam and I had met almost 8 years ago, when I was 10. I had moved in from Australia to Wolverhampton and was constantly being bullied for coming from a 'commonwealth country', I was ridiculed and isolated, until one day a brown haired boy with bright eyes stepped forward and stood up for me.

"It's really me love, I heard you were in town. How could you not tell me!!" he cried, sounding like he was pouting a little. I smiled a little at his tone but turned jokingly serious, "Papa Bear I don't believe you. I'm only returning the favour for not telling me that you were going on tour… and the fact that you have a girlfriend eh?" he let loose a nervous sound, "I'm gonna pay for this one aren't I baby bear?" he said, sighing a little. I laughed maniacally teasing him a little, "oh yes Liam, yes you are!" I cried in an almost Dracula voice before I burst out laughing.

 "I've got a shoot at 2, meet me there?" I asked, looking around the room as I thought of the new spread I was doing for Vanity Fair. "Sure!" he said enthusiastically, "text me the address alright? I'll bring Danielle as well so you can meet her." he said, I could hear the smile in his voice when he started talking about his girlfriend, it made me smile it was nice to know that Liam was happy, he'd been alone for a while, and judging by the sound of his voice he was really in love with this girl.

"See you soon then Papa bear!" I called into the phone, listening to him laugh before he hung up. I stood, brushing off the long black tights I had donned to dance in and pulled my bright blue sports bra down a little, wiggling my back to get it into position. Sighing I grabbed my dance bag and went out back to have a shower, emerging 20 minutes later in white jeans, a ramones tank top and a bright red blazer. Smiling down at my phone as a text came up from Liam, I had texted him the address.

Papa Beear <3: Danielle said yes! Another one of the boys is coming too, he's heard a lot about you :). I smiled and shot him one back quickly, telling him I couldn't wait. Emerging from the studio, I quickly palmed off the Paps and got into my bright red Porsche 911, sinking into the leather seats and breathing it in before I turned the ignition and pressed my red high heeled foot down on the accelerator, pulling away from the curb and speeding away, losing the paps quickly as I wound through the busy London streets.

While I was at a stop light I allowed myself to stop and think. Seeing Liam after all this time was getting me nervous, we hadn't seen each other for a year whilst he was on tour and it meant the world to me that he would call me almost instantly. I had still yet to meet all the bandmates, I only knew Niall so far, the cute blonde was always hungry and made me melt when he talked in that Irish accent of his, although he told me my accent was much better, though I wasn't sure I believed him, I thought my accent was very… bogan for lack of a better word, but thats how it was and everyone took you for granted while in England, most people tended to look down on you, no matter how rich or successful you were, I loved England with all my heart, but I was having a tough time trying to get England to love me.