Under the Upper Hand --(A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Under the Upper Hand --(A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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"I'm not good enough for him. I'm not. And I never will be. I'm just scum, and he seems to be so much more. 'He's only my brother. Go for it.' Gemma explained to me. I laughed at my close friend. 'He's so much more than that. He's got a life. A life that doesn't need to be chained to the ground by mine. I can't abduct him into my world. It's just not fair to him.' I sighed and looked down at my waitress apron. 'You're meaning to tell me that the guy sitting in a diner drinking cheap coffee is too good for you? I know your world has flaws, but in the end you've got guys on the line up. You're a-a-a...' She didn't need to say it, I already knew. I was ashamed with myself. But at the end of the day, I do what I have to do. Literally. "
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I quickly get into my car and drive to the downtown Starbucks. When I arrive there is only me, a tall blonde chick, and a dark haired man. This man was gorgeous, had the eyes of emerald, and dimples deeper than a sea. He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a long sleeve black shirt. He had a nice build, slim but muscular. His hair was a curly mess, but looked good on him. He got his coffee and walked casually out of the door that was near me. He walked straight past me as if I wasn't there. Well, he doesn't know me so I guess that it doesn't really matter. I walked up to the counter and ordered my drink and then waited for it to be fixed. The door chimed and the same man from earlier had walked through the door. "Um I forgot my straw..." he says out loud and both the girl at the counter and the girl waiting for her drink awes in his presence, completely taken over by his amount of hotness. He walked over to get a straw and while he was at the counter, my order was ready. "Emery!" The woman called and I hurriedly got up and received my drink. When he saw me he looked at me with a scowl. What the hell did I do to him? He then got the straw and walked away. Weird...

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