Listen to heyyy ya
My mind was racing with thoughts. and I took a moment to process that Harry styles had heard me throw up, and was now offering me a fruity alcohol-based beverage. I gratefully took the Koppaberg from his proffered hand and smiled nervously in his direction.
Before I knew it, Harry pulled out a guitar and started strumming. What? Harry Styles? Serenading me? He sat down in the cubicle opposite me and began. "Sweet creature..."
Three minutes later, he finished with a bow and my eyes brimmed with salty tears. I clapped enthusiastically and whooped just as I had dreamed of doing at a 1D concert. "Y/N," Harry said, "I wrote this about you the minute our eyes locked across Newport spoons. You're insecure....don't know what for. I'm so happy that me and the boys decided to buy you-" he stopped sharply mid-sentence.
"Huh?" SOLD? Harold Edward Styles, what do you mean???
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My parents sold me to one direction for a weatherspoons pitcher
FanfictionHer parents are chavs Y/N got sold for a pitcher because her parents wanted a woowoo on a Friday
