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jordan madden and harry styles first met in nineteen-ninety-five, at the graceful ages of one, through there mothers, anne and juliet, who met through work and just like they're two children, were inseparable.
jordan was there through everything. on there first day of secondary school, they held hands as they walked through the gates, when he told her he wanted to audition for the x-factor, she made the shirts saying '𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘹-𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳' on all of the tours, at all of the shows, she was always waiting for him backstage.
when one direction took there hiatus, she was there to guide him through it all, telling him that everything would be okay, that everything would turn out fine.
in twenty-nineteen, they both got invited to a new year's eve party at there friends house in holmes chapel, where they both had a little too much to drink, and ended the night with clothes getting removed from there bodies, a drunken one night stand occurring between the two best friends.
she found out she was pregnant two months later when her period came late, and seeing as the only person she had slept with since then was harry, she knew that he was the baby daddy.
and so, in September, twenty-twenty, sonny robin styles graced the planet, sleepless nights for harry and jordan who agreed that moving in together would be what's best, the baby prince brought so much joy to everyone around them.
the year is now twenty-twenty-two, and jordan and leyton are joining harry on tour, with twists and turns lurking around every possible corner, especially when no one knows that harry styles is a dad.
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Nothing More Than Best Friends (A Harry Styles FanFic)
26 parts Complete
26 parts
Complete
PLEASE NOTE THAT I AM PERIODICALLY EDITING ALL THESE CHAPTERS, SO THEY MIGHT BE AWFUL BECAUSE I WAS YOUNG AND DIDN'T KNOW WHAT GRAMMAR WAS A YEAR AGO....
We used to have this game. I would sit in the audience and he would have to try and find me before the end of the show. If he did he would have to do something really weird we agreed upon while on stage. But as One Direction became more famous, tickets became more expensive and I wasn’t going to rely on Harry paying for every live show I attended. So I would visit a couple of times, I met the boys a few times and they were really lovely, but it wasn’t enough to keep the relationship Harry and I had as strong as it was. I get an occasional “Hey” text every month or so, but I haven’t seen him in about 2 years. Living right next to the Style/Cox household, I see Anne and Gemma all the time, but the few times that Harry came home, I was either on vacation or in college in the states. Harry was my best friend, but it seems like every day, the hope that we will go back to the old days comes slighter. But, little did Harry know, I was coming back into his life, well I didn’t technically know either. With my long blonde hair that reached the small of my back, dip dyed pink and purple at the ends instead of my short hair that stopped just after my shoulder blades. With my thin legs and flat stomach instead of my chubby cheeks. And the fact that I was no longer the little girl that every guy wanted as their best friend, but the girl that every guy drooled over. Harry was bound to not recognize me when I sat in the third row of his next concert in London … did I mention that every concert he would win the game?