Styling My Life

This is a Harry Styles fanfic. I'm not going to give more a summary than this: A girl. Named Hallie. One Direction. Want more? Read it.

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15. Secrets Revealed.

~Hallie's POV~

 

Harry pulled off onto a small dirt road. I could tell now we were in New Jersey, as we had left the city a good hour ago. He held my hand tightly and gripped the steering wheel with his other hand. My hair blew in the wind. I tried not to think about how difficult the tangles would be to get out when we arrived at our destination.

"Oh," Harry said, pulling something out of his pocket. "Cinderella left something at the ball." He said sweetly, handing me my silver charm bracelet. My dad had given it to me for my 6th birthday. I hadn't even noticed I lost it.

I looked at it, trying to recall some good memory from it. Nothing came. Shrugging, I threw it out the side of the car.

"Hallie! What did you do that for?" Harry asked, his foot coming down slowly on the brakes.

"No, keep going. It just brings bad memories." I sighed and he squeezed my hand.

"Maybe this will make it better?" He said, pulling out a box from Kay. It was too large for a ring, thank heavens, I wasn't ready for that... So I wondered what it could be. I fingered it slowly. Just brushing my hand around the box, feeling the corners, relishing the thought that Harry cared about me...

He squeezed my hand waking me from my daydream. "Well? Aren't you going to open it?"

Slightly embarrassed, I carefully opened the silver box. Inside was a gold necklace. The pendant were two H's entwined to form a heart. I carefully undid the clasp and put it on. Harry turned to look at me.

"Beautiful." Was all he said.

A little tear slipped down my cheek. "You're nothing like the fan fictions make you out to be Harry Edward Styles." 

He laughed a little. "You read those?"

My cheeks flushed slightly. "I-- well..." I turned away from him. "When you guys won the X-Factor, I had a serious addiction. I listened to all of your performances on replay, had all of your posters in my room. And well, had your doll Harry. I got it on pre-order." My cheeks were now a bright red.

"What happened?" He asked, not a hint of laughter in his voice.

"I felt obsession was too childish. I moved on to books, and my studies. Eventually the posters came down. One by one." I squirmed in my seat.

Harry looked out the window. "There's nothing wrong with being a fan."

"That's not what I meant!" I said, defending myself.

"No, its fine. I guess I just never thought of us as a childish obsession." Harry said, a touch of hurt in his voice. He still refused to look at me.

"Harry, I--" I started.

"No, Hallie." Was all he said, his eyes focused on the road. Even though I watched a small tear fall from his eye, before he quickly wiped it away.

I had hurt him. Badly. But I didn't know how to fix the wound I had infected.

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
 

Hey guys. Wow. Two chapters in one day. That's a lot for me! Thanks again for all the views, just keep reading! Uhm, the main reason I made this note was to remind you about the contest. Next friday! Bye guys!! (:
 

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