This Doesn't Mean I Like You... (One Direction)

This Doesn't Mean I Like You... (One Direction)

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1Direction
Harry Styles
“I need you to go to Harry’s dressing room and tell him that I need to speak to him urgently-” I began to interrupt, stating that if she goes herself the message that she wants to tell him would be there a lot quicker but she cut me off in less than a second. “No, Florence, go now, chop chop!” She sang loudly in my ear causing me to cringe away. “Fine” I mumbled and sulked off in the direction of the dressing rooms. I wandered along the long corridor before reaching a door that had ‘Harry Styles – One Direction’ written on it. I knocked gently on the door before letting myself in to the dressing room. I was definitely not prepared for the sight I was about to see. I glanced up as I walked in and saw Harry stark naked facing towards the door and before you ask, yes, I did see everything.
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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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