Teenage Dream → Harry Styles AU

Teenage Dream

Hiii, so this is an old story that I wrote a long time ago on my fanfiction blog. I just decided to post it here to make it look more organized and of course to share it with you guys. Yes, the story is kinda shallow and the writing style is awful ha! But heeey, don't judge! Again, this fic is old x

Below is the whole story. I copy-pasted it from my blog. If you want to read it in chapters, just go on the next page.

Chapter 1

I was woken up by continuous laughter outside my bedroom door. Who the fuck would be here in our house at 10 in the morning on a Saturday? Everyone should still be sleeping during days like this. I stood up from my bed and dragged my feet over to the door. 

“Can you shut the fu- holy shit.” My eyes widened at the sight of teenage boys in front of me. I immediately closed the door in embarrassment. I was still in pajamas, my teddy bear-patterned pjs to be exact, and my hair was a total mess, like I haven’t combed it in months. God, that was so humiliating. I heard laughter echoing through the halls, obviously laughing at me. My face turned a thousand shades of red and I wanted to climb out of my window and never show my face to any of them again. I burried my face in my pillow and hoped that I would fall asleep until they left. Someone suddenly knocked, “Jessie? Jess? You alright?” 

“Leave me alone, Sean!!” I shouted at my brother, my face still buried under my pillows. I then realized that I forgot to lock the door, but it was too late, he was already inside. “I told you to leave me alone! Get the fuck out!” I threw the pillow directly at his face but he caught in right on time. “Hey, chill out. You didn’t look that bad, little sis. My friend said you looked adorable in those pajamas.” Oh great, and I thought they didn’t see what I was wearing. 

I pushed myself up from the bed and tied my hair into a messy bun, grabbed my cardigan and walked out of the room. His friends were leaning on the wall beside my room waiting for my brother and as I walked by, they were all trying to stop themselves from laughing. I gazed at them and furrowed my eyebrows, giving them a sign that I was really pissed. One guy didn’t even try to laugh at all though, he was the only one with a straight face, and I was sure I heard him whisper “cut it out, it’s not funny anymore. Respect the girl.” I never saw him before, or maybe I just didn’t care enough to even familiarize myself with my older brother’s friends. To me, they’re all assholes. 

I’m only a year younger than my brother, and because of that we fought often and argued about everything. Even the smallest things like who gets to eat the last piece of pizza or which video game we should play. I usually get my way by always being the cry baby, crying fake tears then he’ll give in right away. He still does care for me of course. He even defends me sometimes. At school once, there was this boy who kept bullying me all day and attempted to cut my braids off, then my brother came storming in and punched him in the face. He got all tough and said “Don’t mess with my little sister!” 

Sean’s a toughie, but he has a heart. And I’ll always be his baby sister even if he’s only a year older. 

This one particular boy that I kept my eye on the whole morning didn’t look pretty bad. I secretly watched them play football in our backyard, studying him from head to toe. He had chocolate brown curls that covered his face most of the time they were playing (a beanie would’ve been helpful, yes?), and green eyes that sparkled brightly in the sunlight, and that smile. Dimples on both cheeks, one deeper than the other and perfectly straight teeth. He had toned arms, I’m pretty sure he works out. He threw the ball to my brother, and then I saw that tattoo under his arm. A star? Quite random. 

He looked older than any of my brother’s other friends, much more mature and manly. He looked about 19 or 20, compared to the others who looked like they were about 15 because of how childish they acted and dressed. Disgusting.