Blogger and the Flirt

Acacia is an average girl. She goes to school, she has nice friends, she has her sports, everything is normal about this girl. Well, except for one thing. She's a "tumblr girl" meaning that people reblog and heart her pictures and posts like no tomorrow. Even One Direction knows about her. What happens when Harry notices Acacia at a 1D meet-and-greet? This is the story of Acacia Clark and Harry Styles, slowly falling in love. Or in other words, the blogger and the flirt.

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3. Harry Fucking Styles

~Skipping what happened at school this week and going straight to Saturday because I'm a lazy arse.~

*Acacia's P.O.V*

Ding-dong.

"Acacia!" my mom screamed up the stairs. "Payton's here!"

I grinned and quickly shut my laptop, hopping down from my bed and sprinting down the stairs.

"Hay gurl haaay," Payton said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and laughed at her quirkiness.

Man, do I love British people.

"WE NEED TO GET YOU READY!" Payton screamed, already half way up the stairs. My mom just chuckled and continued back to the kitchen. I walked up the stairs and found Payton tossing things out of my closet.

"Uh, Payton?" I asked quizzically, picking up my old tye-dye t-shirt from 8th grade.

"Hmm?" she murmured in response. I laughed and picked up the clothes she was tossing, folding them and placing them in a corner, waiting for her to be done. I kept laughing.

"Calm down," I said inbetween my laughter. Payton froze and slowly turned to me, making me laugh even harder than before.

"YOU EXPECT ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN? BITCH, NO," Payton huffed loudly, turning back around and resuming back to tossing clothes out of the closet.

"It's not like we're marrying them, Payton. Chill," I told her after I reduced my laughing. Payton sighed and nodded sadly.

"I wish I could marry Louis..." she whispered as she examined a pair of my light wash ripped skinnies. She nodded in approval.

"Put these on," Payton instructed, tossing them to me. I saluted her and shook off my sweatpants, shimmying into the skinny jeans.

"Now, what shirt should Acacia wear?" Payton wondered aloud. I sat back down on my bed and shrugged my shoulders, glancing down at my freshly painted sea-foam green finger nails.

"How about this?" Payton asked me, holding up a tank top like button up flowy shirt. It was a light orange color. I nodded, taking it from her and slipping it on. As I was buttoning up the shirt, Payton was rummaging through my shoes.

"Damn girl," Payton chuckled. "You really like your converse, don't you?"

I nodded, chuckling with her.

"Best shoes in the world."

Payton nodded and picked up a pair of white TOMS.

"How about these?"

I tilted my head to the side, imagining me wearing them with this outfit. I nodded in approval, taking the shoes and slipping them onto my small feet.o

"Do you want to borrow something?" I asked her as I strolled into the bathroom that was connected to my room, plugging in my straightener and turning it on. Payton shook her head.

"No, I already picked my outfit out."

I nodded and left the door open as I began straightening my hair. It didn't take too long, considering my hair was straight yesterday and I just needed to touch it up. Payton came strolling in a moment later, holding a huge makeup bag.

"Sit," she instructed, pointing to the closed toilet seat. I sat down.

"Let's go a bit natural," Payton muttered as she grabbed a brown eyeliner and began making thin lines on my upper lids. I sat still until she was finished.

"Alright, you're done," Payton told me, as she quickly ran the straightener through her own hair.

"Thanks!" I chirped as I examined my own reflection in the mirror.

This girl really knows what she's doing when it comes to beauty.

"Ready to go?" Payton asked after a minute of me admiring myself. I nodded and grabbed my phone, slipping it into my back pocket.

"Ready."

~At the meet-and-greet~

"OH MY GOD I SEE HIM!" Payton whisper-shouted into my ear. I laughed and nodded, seeing a head of wind-swept brown hair.

Louis.

"Do you see Niall yet?" I whispered back, grabbing ahold of her upper arm.

What? I don't want to lose her!

"Yeah I think so," Payton whispered to me. I nodded and we both slapped on giddy grins, stepping forward in line.

Just a few more people till we see the boys!

Payton and I waited about 15 more minutes until we were called up, because it was now our chance to meet the boys.

"Hi!" Payton exclaimed, her cheeks becoming a light pink. I softly chuckled, feeling my nerves kick in.

"Hi." 

"What's your guys' names?" Zayn asked us, taking my phone case and signing it, passing it onto Liam for him to sign.

"Payton," she said matter-of-factly, flashing a bright smile. I just grinned.

"Acacia."

All the boys froze and looked at me up and down, their faces blank. After a minute or so they all broke out into grins and turned to Harry, who was now blushing and smiling like mad. I raised an eyebrow.

"Everything okay?" I asked tentatively. Louis chuckled and nodded.

"Everything's fine, right Harry?" Louis said, teasing him a bit. Harry stiffly nodded.

"Yep."

My eyebrows flew up and I just shook my head again, confused. I then made it to Harry, handing him my phone for him to sign.

"Hi," I said nicely.

"Hey," Harry said quickly, not giving me eye contact. I frowned.

"Did I do something wrong, or?" I asked sadly, my shoulders slumping. Harry's head shot up and he repeatedly shook it back forth. My smile reappeard.

"No, it's just..." Harry started off, looking at the boys. Louis nudged his shoulder and Harry continued.

"The boys and I, erm, we love your tumblr," Harry said softly, his blush growing redder by the second.

"Oh, thanks," I said, blushing myself.

"Oh but that's not all, is it Hazza?" Liam stated teasingly. I cocked my head to the side.

"What?"

"Well, you see here Acacia, out of all 5 of us, Harry loves you the most," Nial said with a wide smile, showing off his braces. I blushed harder.

"Oh."

Harry slapped Niall's knee. "Dude that's supposed to be a secret!" Harry said sternly. I just laughed.

"It's okay," I said inbetween giggles. Harry's blush faded a bit. He mouthed a quick 'thank you' before signing Payton's Take Me Home CD.

"How about we get your guys' numbers and we can all hang out sometime?" Zayn asked Payton and I. I thought for a moment.

IT'S ONE-FREAKING-DIRECTION.

Yeah, I'm giving them my number.

"Sure," I said, grabbing a scratch piece of paper off of the table and jotting down my number along with Paytons.

"Here you go," I said to Zayn, handing him the paper.

"Thanks," he said, showing off a small smile. I nodded.

"Text us later!" Payton shouted, dragging me away from the booth and leading us towards her car. We got in and buckled up. It was silent for a moment, until Payton screamed,

"HARRY FUCKING STYLES LIKES YOU OH MY GOD!

I blushed. "Drive Payton, before I kill you."

A/N: Yay a long chapter. Feedback is appreciated. :) Love you all! And this will get better I promise lol.

 

 

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