Harry Styles was my best friend. Harry Styles killed me. Harry Styles got away with it. Harry Styles was about to become haunted. Harry Styles was going to wish he were dead.
"Please help me..." Harry Styles was about a foot away from me. Famous, gorgeous, lovely, somewhat stressed looking Harry Styles. "Are you all right?" I asked. "Not really," he said. What would you do if you found yourself face-to-face with the pop star you idolise, and he needed your help?
The story of a ten hour flight in which Frances finds herself trapped next to the famous and obnoxious rock star Harry Styles. All rights reserved © Highest rank: #50 in FanFiction #17 in Short Story.
"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!