Living In The Lights

Jazzie- a big pop star- has to choose between the British flirt, Harry Styles-known for being a player; and the Irish and adorable, Niall Horan- known for having quite the potty mouth. And maybe another member of the band that's crushing on her. She contemplates choosing neither of them, but once her double-crush is out in the open, she has no choice, but to choose.

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4. May The Best Man Win

Harry's POV.
I just stared at her. Her intense beauty was too much to handle. I didn't want to seem like a creep, so I looked down. I noticed all of the other boys also seemed mesmerized; they better not be, she's mine- mental dibs.
Niall's POV.
She was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I've seen many models throughout my career, and they had nothing on Jazzie. She was so imperfectly perfect, it made me fall in love with her. I tried to think of something to say, but her manager started talking. "So, Jazzie, boys," she motioned to us, "we're here to talk about a possible collaboration between you all. Now, we'll go over the details and discuss how we will go about this" she said, a little too smiley and kinda, really annoyingly. I could tell that Jazzie was irritated as well, I felt really bad for her.
Jazzie's POV.
I just looked over at these five gorgeous guys sitting in front of me, each of them got up, one-by-one, introduced themselves and hugged me. Boy, I could get used to this. After the hug session, I sat down across from Harry, gosh he was attractive. Throughout the meeting, he smiled at me, his teeth were perfect- no exaggeration. After a while, I wasn't even listening to CeCe and their manager discussing- well whatever they were talking about.
Harry's POV.
I knew it. I knew she would fall for me. I was just too irresistible. I could tell that she wasn't paying attention to our managers, and neither was I. We were just sorta staring at each other- and not in an awkward and uncomfortable way. Every now-and-then, she looked down and blushed a bit.
Liam's POV.
Jazzie was beautiful, not just beautiful, she was perfect, but not too perfect. I was still pretty sad about my breakup with Dani, but it was for the best. But something about Jazzie made me forget about everything that happened in the past few weeks. She was my type, more than my type, she was meant for me- I know that sounds a bit impulsive, but that's what I felt. Wow, this was ridiculous, she clearly liked Harry; everyone does. I could tell the way that they looked at one another, that they liked each other. I hope Jazzie doesn't fall for Harry's mind games, she seems too smart for that. He would just use her and dump her like yesterday's trash. I'm going to win her over. It's on like donkey kong.
Niall's POV.
I was getting frustrated. What the he** was Harry doing? He was like mentally seducing her! I really wanted to say something to snap them out of it; but Jazzie's manager- CeCe, I think her name was- cleared her throat, rather loudly if you ask me. "So what do you think?" She asked. I had no idea what was happening. "Huh?" Jazzie said, confirming my suspicions of her not listening. "We agreed on doing a love song. It would be rather nice, I think." A love song? Wow, this would be harder than I thought. Now I knew Harry would be all over her, and I would just let it happen, just like always. Well you know what? F**k you Harry, it's on! May the best man win!
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