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thirty one. pt. 3

Harry Styles

Nope.

Nope.

Not today, Harry.

Not today.

I can't help myself but to glance over at Pandora and Luke, who's making her laugh like a madman, that stupid laugh that kinda sounds like the hyenas in the Lion King. She would totally make a great Ed. I sip another drink as I feel something tap my arm, and I see it's a smirking Ashlyn and Louis.

"News flash, Harry  you're jealous." Louis scoffs, and I shake my head.?

"No I'm not, you idiot."

Ashlyn starts coughing loudly, "Sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit!" I roll my eyes, and set down my drink. "Go dance with her, then."

"What?" Louis points to where Pandora was standing, previously with Luke, but now all alone.

"She's all alone now, go get her tiger." Louis chuckles.

"Ahem," I clear my throat, "does the name Valerie remind you of anything?"

"You've danced with her when you were dating Valerie, you can dance with her now. In fact," Ashlyn starts to call Pandy over here and Louis clutches my arm so I can't leave. When she's finally over here, all I can think is:

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

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Pandora Gray

Jenna pushes me slightly towards Harry as I can see Nina at the DJs place, requesting a song. Luke and Michael are probably behind me smirking, and here I am, standing, and fucked up.

Why is this any different?

I've danced with Harry before.

We're both acting like fucking school children, why?

Ashlyn, Louis and Jenna somehow find a way to quietly slip out of the awkward situation. "I hear we're supposed to dance together?" He raises his eyebrows and I nod.

"You heard right, I guess." I say quietly, my demeanour has changed. He grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him, and starts dancing with me. I'm slightly relived; I thought he didn't want to dance with me.

"Hey," he whispers, "I just noticed that you have freckles. I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheek." He's literally playing connect the dots with his fingers on my cheek.

"I don't exactly like my freckles. I have them on my arms too." I whisper back.

"You seems to not like anything about yourself. I remember me video taping you, and you don't like the sound of your voice on tape."

"True,"

"But you have a pretty voice."

"But not a pretty laugh."

"Well duh." I laugh.

"There it is again." He chuckles, "Ed from Lion King."

"Meanie," I stick out my tongue.

"I don't get it. You'll never treat yourself right, and I want you to so badly because hell, no one should go putting themselves down like that. Don't you think I've heard the things you scream in your sleep?" I falter a bit, I kinda didn't want him to bring that up. "Dammit Pandy, every time I want to talk to you about it, you always shelter up. I'm here for you. It is literally my prayer that some day, you love yourself like I love you."

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bye guys, gonna go cry a river like liam said bc I made a challenge to see how badly I can fuck myself up by writing this and I did a pretty damn good job, since today is the 2 year anniversary for Little Things (now do you understand why Harry said what he said?)

Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of Story of My Life, which is a breakup song btw.

I'd like to take this time to tell you, you guys are the most wonderful, funniest, loveliest bunch of people I have ever met, so yeah.

This book is soon gonna end, and the pic to the side is my screensaver now.

Ash xx