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.


5. Keep It In Your Pants, Styles.


*Acacia's P.O.V.*

"PAYTON!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, trying to wake her out of her daze.

"Hmdkfnief..." she mumbled. I rolled my eyes, slightly amused with her ways of fangirling.

"Wake the fuck up you crazed sex monkey," I laughed while shaking her. She started blinking like mad and then finally snapped out of it.

"Sorry, sorry. He called me love..." she muttered. I laughed loudly, clutching my stomach.

"I know babe, get over it. He's British, it's normal," I said in between my laughter.

"I'M BRITISH TOO!" she screamed.

"Chill, dude," I told her after I finally stopped laughing. "Oh, we're heading over there right about... now."

Payton froze.

"I NEED TO CHANGE YOU BITCH!" she yelled, hopping up from the couch and into my room to change out of her hoodie and shorts, probably to borrow something of mine. I sighed and followed her up the stairs, deciding I should probably change out of my sweats.

"Shorts or jeans?" Payton asked me, with about 4 of each in either hand. I giggled and told her to wear the high-wasted acid wash shorts. She nodded in approval.

"Which shirt?" she asked after hurriedly slipping on the shorts.

"I don't know, just choose a regular t-shirt or something," I mumbled, slipping on some ripped up capri's.

"YOU ARE NO HELP," she screamed in frustration, going through my closet in search for a shirt.

"Sorry?" I chuckled, pulling on a white v-neck long sleeve and my black converse.

"Alright fine, I'll just wear a white tank," she cursed, slipping it on.

"Caaa-uuute," I told her as she put on her navy blue toms. She rolled her eyes, throwing her hair up into a messy bun.

"The toms are for Louis," she told me harshly, already out my door and into her car. I just laughed and followed her.

"Do you know how to get there?" Payton asked as she started up her car.

"Erm..." I mumbled before my phone dinged. I checked it, and sure enough it was Liam, giving me directions to their apartment.

"Yep," I told her, popping the P.

"Let's get this show on the road," she yelped, pulling out of my driveway and speeding off.

This should be interesting.

*Harry's P.O.V.*

"DO YOU THINK SHE LIKES BLUE? I don't know what to wear, Liam help!" I said desperately, acting like a teenage girl.

Cute, Harry. Real cute.

"Doesn't matter, just wear jeans and a tee like you normally do," he mumbled, on his phone texting someone.

"Fine, fine," I muttered, pulling a white v-neck tee-shirt over my head and some old jeans onto my body.

"Good?" I asked Liam, spraying a bit of cologne on and tying my black converse on my feet.

"Great," Liam reassured. I smiled like a freak and plopped down on the couch, anxiously waiting for Acacia.

Oh, and Payton..

"Acacia said they just pulled into our neighborhood," Liam said casually. My smile widened, but I tried to control it.

I mean, I don't even KNOW this girl, like at all.

Why am I so giddy for her?

Cool it, Styles. Cool it.


I just about all but sprinted to the door, throwing it open and revealing Acacia.

...and Payton.

I looked down and Acacia's outfit and couldn't help but burst into fits of laughter.

"What?" Acacia asked shyly, a light pink appearing on her cheeks.

"We're twins!" I yelled, grabbing her and Payton's hands and dragging them inside.

"Oh, yeah," she said, laughing along with me. "I guess we are."

"Hey Payton," Liam said, strolling into the kitchen. "Oh, hey Acacia."

"Hey," Acacia replied casually.

"HI LIAM!" Payton screamed, attacking him in a big bear hug and squeezing the dear life out of him. Liam's cheeks glowed a deep red as he wrapped his arms around her small waist and hugged her back.

"Who's here?" Niall asked, trudging down the stairs in nothing but sweats and bed-head.

"Acacia and Payton, I muttered, noticing that my eyes were wondering off towards Acacia's arse.

Keep it in your pants today, Styles.

"Hey," Niall yawned, walking into the kitchen and grabbing three boxes of cereal and a gallon of milk and heading back to his room.

"Is that..." Acacia trailed off. "Normal?"

"Not really," I told her. "He usually takes up a loaf of bread, too."

Acacia and Payton laughed loudly and I felt myself beaming.

"So, what are we going to do today?" Acacia asked, taking a seat at the island in the kitchen.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked her, taking a seat directly across from her.

She smirked.

Oh shit.

"Laser tag," she said with a devilish grin. "Let's go do laser tag."

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