Me, Him, Us

I almost broke his ankle and he still loves me. We had a big fight and he still loves me. I am ordinarlly amazing and he still loves me. And guess what? I love him too. My name is Angie Blight. His name is Harry Styles. This isn't only my story but ours. No not a story but a tale :)

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1. Me and Dimples

“Oh my god! I am so sorry! Are you alright!? Wow what a stupid question of course you’re not alright I just rammed you into a wall!! Do you need the paramedics?!” I have a tendency of rambling on like a lunatic when I’m nervous, scared, excited, happy…really the list could just go on forever…

“Haha no I am ok! Really.” He laughed. Like a real, heartwarming laugh. Maybe he hit his head and now he's really messed up…

“No you’re not! You just got rammed into a goddamn wall! A concrete wall might I add.”

“Ok just help me up.”

That’s when I saw his face. My heart did these cool gymnastic moves you would only find on the Olympics but (there just had to be a but there) I mentally kicked and slapped myself.

“Shit…out of all the people at this concert I had to nearly kill you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he arched his perfect eyebrow at me. Arg why does he have to be so adorable?

“You’re Harry Styles.” I state. Well no shit Angie. I am so dimwitted.

“Yeah you’re point?” He asked trying out his ankle. He winced.

“I broke you’re ankle. Would you care to guess how many Directioners will come at with pitchforks and torches?” HE laughed. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Love, you didn’t break my ankle just a little sprain and if any of those girls come at you I’ll protect you.” He looked up; those green orbs pierced my hazel ones. If I was made of butter I would have melted instantly.

“Would you now? You’ll limp them to death?” I asked oh so very cheekily. His smile only grew bigger showing of his Colgate commercial worthy teeth.

“Pft no I’ll whack them with my crutches.” He grinned. My eyes only widened. “I am kidding you know. I’ll be ok.” At that I raise my not so perfect eyebrow and he giggled. GIGGLED. Like a little girl. That’s when I burst out laughing like a rude person. He joined in.

“Ok but you really should put some ice on that.”

“I will don’t worry love. “

“Now come on I’ll help you to your dressing room.” He slings his arm over my shoulder and the biggest butterflies in the history of butterflydom exploded in my stomach. He looks over at me and smiles.

“You know my name but I don’t know yours and frankly I find that a little bit unfair.” I glance up at him and he winks. I being the cheeky master wink back.

“That’s cause you’re the international heartthrob from One Direction the hottest boy band and I am you’re ordinarily amazing Evangeline Blight.”

“International heartthrob? Me? I am to flattered.” He puts his free hand over his heart and bats his eyelashes like a madwoman…er man. ;)  “You have a beautiful name, it just roles of your tongue.” I blush a deep red. “Eeevvaanngaalliinneeeeeeeee.” He drags out. I role my eyes.

“But people call me Angie. Don’t call me Evangeline.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so.” I realize my tone must have been really harsh but I don’t want to about the woman with the same name.  HE understood and I was very grateful for that.

“I’m gonna call you Evie.” He smiles in triumph. OH that boy.

“Haha ok, if the Dimpled one so pleases.”

“OH and he does.” He winks again. That cheeky little flirt. “This is my change room.” His smiled looked a bit pained. Did his ankle start to hurt even more?

“Are you ok? Is it your ankle? You really need to put ice on that Dimples!”

“NO it’s not my ankle. I just…want to upgrade your ticket to a backstage pass.” I knew that wasn’t what he was going to say but I went along with it knowing well enough how annoying it is when people push.

“You are to kind Harold.” I say in a very posh manner.

“Your welcome! Are you here alone or with some friends?”

“I am here with my two best friends…oh shit they must be wondering where I am! Not good!”

“Ok give me a sec and I’ll grab you those passes.” He enters a very messy room. It was small and looked jam packed with clothes, hair products, shoes and a bunch of…carrots? What the….? “Here you go.” I didn’t realize he was standing in front of me with the passes in his hand. I grab them and plant a small peck on his cheek.

“Thank you Dimples. I’ll see you around yeah?”

“Yeah, you should meet the rest of the guys.”

“Sure but I really have to go! Good luck! Break a leg…!” He laughs. I turn around to run back to the hall where my besties are, only to notice Harry standing awestruck, hand on the cheek I kissed. I smiled feeling ecstatic knowing I Angie Blight mean something to Harry Styles.

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