Love at first sight.

Tiffany Caldwell was a typical teenager. Self-consious about her self. Also thinking she wasn't good enough for a relationship. That all changed when she met Harry Styles. Harry wasn't into getting a serious relationship, but just by glancing at Tiffany can that change everything?


8. The story.

Tiffany's P.O.V:

Harry looked at me with his beautiful green eyes. "Tiffany, when I started to become famous," He said as he started to choke on his words, "people on Twitter kept saying things like, 'Harry I hate you!' I mean why? I get why people complimented me because they're fans, but when people hate me I wanted a reason. How I am across the hate was that I pulled up... Something and they were saying hateful things. Things I cannot mention anymore. It was right before a preformance... and I choked. I couldn't hold it in... So I know how you feel." He turned away from me in tears. "Harry, don't cry I'm sorry." I rubbed his back. He rested his head on my shoulder, "Tiffany, I like you A LOT. I appreciate you liking me for me." I looked down at Harry he looked hurt. I can tell all the other girls he had a thing for they didn't have a thing for HIM, but for his fame. "Know let's go." I grabbed his hand and kissed it. He smiled lightly. Once we got out of the car, Harry ran towards me picking me up. "I got you!" Harry said while spinning me around. "Harry!" He let me down, but he spun me around and dipped me like they do in salsa dancing. He kissed me passionatley with his soft, smooth lips. I think I love Harry Styles.


Harry'a P.O.V:

I feel closer with Tiffany now that we had that heart to heart. We walked into Biology class holding hands confidently. "Well look who it is. Tiffany Caldwell. Hey ugly what's up?" Tiffany gripped onto my hand tighly. "Leave her alone Ashton. You're such a parasite." I walked Tiffany to our seats proud of us. "Thanks Harry!" There was a huge smile plastered to her face. "Now class today's assignment you have to do a one page essay about cell's," Mr. Evans paced back and forth, "it's due tomorrow." Shit. I thought being back from touring, being normal, and coming to school was a good thing. Which don't get me wrong it was except the homework. "Also, there's suppose to be a meteor shower tonight. Who's going to watch it?" I looked over at Tiffany. I won't tell her just yet, but I am going to set something really special up.

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