He Doesn't Remember

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  • Published: 13 Nov 2012
  • Updated: 4 Jan 2013
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This is the story about when I was bullied by Harry Styles in the 8th grade. My name is Lauren Dodds. Back then I wasn't the skinniest girl at school, I wasn't the prettiest or the popularist. I'll admit I was very insecure about my weight, and I was bullied for that all the time. Harry Styles is now the most loved teenage boy on the planet. Of course at school he was also amazingly popular, but also a bully. He bullied me all the time, and about everything. But one day when I was working at Target, guess who was there.


3. The Date

I rushed into my car and drove home. I opened the door and sprinted upstairs. "Why are you in such a rush honey?" My mom yelled from downstairs.

"I have a date in an hour and a half!! I have to look good!" I yelled back. Just then I realized I never knew where he was taking me. He said a café but he didn't seem to sound so sure. So I texted him and said, "Hey Harry, just wanted to ask you where we're going? Don't know how I should dress! Haha." and pressed sent. I put my phone down and went to go put on some makeup. While I was doing my eyeliner I got a reply from Harry saying, "Hey love, we are going to a fancy restaurant. So you might want to wear something formal. See you in a bit."

I put down my phone and went back to doing my eyeliner. After I finished my makeup I straightened my long brown hair and went into my closet. I found a cute strapless short blue dress and some black heels and thought to myself, "this is so going to wow Harry". I looked pretty damn awesome! I looked at my phone and saw that I only had about 10 minutes left before he came, so I put on some perfume and brushed my teeth. Just then the doorbell rang and I was about to walk downstairs but I saw my mom already having a conversation with Harry. I hid behind a wall.

"Hey! You look familiar..Aren't you in that Direction band or something?" Way to go mom.

"Yes ma'am. It's actually One Direction. I'm Harry Styles." He said grinning. Before my mom could say anything else I spoke up.

"Hi Harry! We should head off now, yeah?" I walked downstairs and his jaw dropped. I could see him staring straight at my boobs. Fail. I started pushing him out the door so my mom couldn't say anything else. "Good night mom, I'll be back soon!" I yelled at her and closed the door.

"Well your mom is sweet." Harry said chuckling. I laughed a little and said,

"Yeah she's a little weird but that's why I love her." I smiled.

"By the way Bella, you look absolutely gorgeous tonight." He said to me as he opened his car door for me.

"Thank you! You look pretty handsome yourself." I say laughing.

He gets into the drivers seat and starts to drive towards the restaurant. We start talking about meaningless stuff like, if I like One Direction, if I like Italian food, and what my favorite color is. Wow. He's actually trying to get to know me before he sleeps with me and then leaves the next morning. Haha no. He is not going to use me like that no matter how charming he is.

We get to the restaurant and I see that there's a ton of paparazzi waiting outside the front door to the fancy Italian restaurant.

"Shit." Harry mumbled to himself. "I'm sorry but we're going to have to go through the back." He looks at me waiting to see if it was okay. I just simply nodded. We go around the back and one of the chefs already has the door open for us, gesturing us to hurry.

Harry opens the door for me and I hop out. He grabs my hand and we swiftly walk over to the open door. Once we get in the smell of Italian food was overwhelming. Damn I was so hungry. The waitress gets us a cute little table in a private room. The perks of dating a celebrity. We sit down and I see the waitress smiling like an idiot. I was really confused until she said, "Ummm.. May I have an autograph Harry?" She said while giggling. Great.

"Of course!" Harry replied smiling. She hands him a paper and Harry gladly signs it. He hands it back to her and she squealed. She calmed herself down before she asked us what drinks we want. "Iced tea please." Harry said smiling his sexy half smile.

"Dr.Pepper please." I say back to her while looking at the menu. She writes them down and walks away.

"So Bella how long have you been living in Holmes Chapel?"

"I've been here my whole life!" I say while looking up at him.

"That's weird. I thought I would've seen you around, it is a pretty small town." He says raising his eyebrows

"Yeah that is weird. But I mean I looked pretty different back then. You know, grew out the hair, lost some weight, got contacts." I say

"Oh right. Yeah so you're 17 right?" I nod at him. "What middle school did you go to?" Oh god. Should I tell him the real place? Oh its alright it was a big school he probably won't suspect anything.

"Hermitage Primary School" I say hoping he doesn't recognize me.

"I went there too! That's so weird. Are you sure we didn't know each other?" He keeps pushing! God I gotta change the topic!

"I doubt it, I was always in a little bubble with just me and my friends." I lied. He nods looking back at his menu. "So what looks good Mr. Styles?" I say doing my best to act sexy.

"You." He says smirking. Charming.

"Haha. Cheeky and Handsome. I like that." I say chuckling. He starts to laugh too."Well I think I'm going to go with the Chicken Alfredo. Sounds yummy." I say licking my lips. He chuckles and says

"Yeah it's pretty good, but I'm obsessed with their Eggplant Parmesan." He says patting his tummy. Before I could say anything the waitress came with our drinks and said

"Do you need more time, or do you want to order now?"

"We'll order now, thank you. I'll have the Eggplant Parmesan. And my lady will have the Chicken Alfredo." Wow. He really thinks he's going to get some tonight.

We continue to talk about meaningless stuff, and me failing to act sexy, start to rub my leg against his leg. His eyes got wide and I knew I was doing good. I continued to talk like nothing had happened. Then, once I stopped he looked at me and he looked pretty confused. Once the waitress brought our food, we started to eat and still talk about meaningless stuff. Once we finished he paid and then we left. "Do you want to go to a club?" He asked me. Oh boy, he desperately wants me in bed. Too bad.




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