thirteen // h.s

harry

just a warning that every chapter will be written in a different pov, point of view, perspective ect. because I'm still experimenting the way I write. also I've added a few more stories go check em out please :)

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Harry Styles had been very distant lately. Now, not on purpose, but no one knew why Harry had been zoning out and off task all the time. Harry himself didn't know why, well actually he did but he didn't want to admit it. So Harry just kept thinking up excuses in his head about tour making him tired or jet lag but in reality it was the little red headed thirteen- actually she'd be fourteen now, wouldn't she?- girl that Harry couldn't stop thinking about.

Harry couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that she was so young but so mature and it was a little pathetic and kind of creepy on Harry's behalf cause he had a little, tiny, smidgen of a crush on a girl who can't even legally have sex yet. Not that Harry was thinking about that but, like, okay, he was. That's why he was creeping himself out.

Meanwhile Rose was happily dancing to One Direction on her room every chance she gets. We're not gonna act like she is oh so nonchalant about the fact she met one direction and Harry Styles walked her home. It would be inhuman for Rose to act any other way. She didn't like to think about it too much though, because when Rose did she would remember that Harry was just being polite and would do it to everyone. She was just another fan. There was little but of hope that he didn't forget her. And he didn't but Rose didn't know that.
Sadly Rose's reign to, well, no one would end when her mum made her do homework reminding her yet again that she was a fourteen year old girl that no one notices so why on earth would Harry care for her?

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this is my favourite style of writing so far but idk I change my mind a lot.

short but sweet, like me.
jks im tall-ish and rude.

ily guys xx