Untouchable * One Direction / Harry Styles Fan Fiction *

Untouchable * One Direction / Harry Styles Fan Fiction *

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My heart was once again aching as I watched him with his girlfriend, happiness etched on their faces. The pain that ignited was now spreading like a wildfire from my head to the very tips of my toes. Jealousy mixed in with the pain as I watched them kiss and pull away looking at each other lovingly. It was always like this; Me watching them knowing I would be hurt and waking up the next day, my eyes puffy and red. I didn't know why I did it. I knew it was wrong to watch him, but I couldn't stop. If you saw one of your most favorite people coming into the diner - where you just so happened to work at - you would want to watch. Maybe I never stopped because I was somehow hoping that one day, he would actually notice me. - But I knew that Harry Styles would never notice me. He could never notice the waitress that served him every time he came here. He could never notice me, Calliope Meath because he was far within my reach. He could never notice me because Harry Styles was untouchable from my unreachable distance.
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I run faster and faster. He's going to catch me. I let out a very girly squeal as I feel two sets of arms grab me slowing me to a halt. "That is not fair!" I scream at the curly haired boy. He just chuckles letting go of me. "Yes it was. You never said I couldn't use other people." He shrugs. "It was implied. And he's training for the Olympics." "You're training." He states simply flipping his hair out of his eyes. "C'mon, we're going to be late." He grabs my wrist and starts pulling me down the street. "I really don't want to go." I whine while his grip doesn't falter but possibly gets tighter. "You really don't have a choice." He mumbles. "Since when have you cared about being punctual?" He's always the late one. "Since your job depends on it." And he's right. Maybe I should back up. I am Harry Styles' personal bodyguard. That doesn't really clear it up, does it? Well, this is what happened...

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