Unforgettable *A Harry Styles One Direction Love Story*

Chastity works at a popular radio station in London. Harry is one of the most famous teenage boys in the world. When Chastity first meets Harry she doesn't think much of it, and that makes him determined to win her heart. It doesn't seem like fate will have it any other way. Chastity soon realizes that there's more to Harry than fame and fortune.Love. Drama. One Direction.

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6. "Nice Guy"

Chastity's POV

       He flashed me the third wink in about five minutes. It was a bit ridiculous how hard he was trying. I averted my eyes and continued explaining to the rest of the boys how the interview would go. What kind of questions would be asked, how to answer, etc. The other four teens didn't seem to notice Harry's montage of one eye blinking towards me, which was a bit surprising. He wasn't in the least bit attempting to conceal his flirtatious actions. I tried my best to ignore him, but he was trying to recieve my attention more and more. It didn't bother me too much. It was actually pretty amusing, but I didn't want the other boys to notice. They didn't know anything about Harry and I meeting. Hopefully. Unless that magic mouth of Harry's was a loose one too. 

      "Now, to be honest with you, boys, I haven't quite finished my interview questions. We don't go on air for another twenty minutes. Do you mind if I head back to my office and work on them?" I asked, offering an apologetic smile. "No problem at  all. If we're being quite honest with you, we aren't very organized either. Well, at all, really," Liam answered, seeming to be the only one paying attention to what I was saying considering the rest of the boys had started getting into an argument about whether or not Louis' Toms matched the rest of their outfits. I've always heard hat Liam was the only voice of reason in the group. As I walked back to my office, I replayed what Liam had just said to me. It seemed a bit like an insult. He was calling me unorganized, but he had said it so sweetly that it seemed like a compliment. Either way, there was work on my desk that wasn't going to be finished by itself. I swept these thoughts out of my mind and continued with my questions.

       I watched the black flow from my pen to paper as I scribbled down thoughts for the questions. I wanted to be original, but it was hard to think watching the inky lines dance across the paper in such a way that was almost animate. I'd been sitting here getting more and more frustrated for about five minutes. The harder I tried, the harder it was to come up with at least half decent questions. I could just wing it, but I feel like if I do that, I would crash instead of fly. I've never been one to be put on the spot. There was a soft knock on the office door and the handle started to turn. Before I knew it, Harry was standing in front of me, an attempted sultry look on his face. I produced a halfhearted, well, maybe no-hearted glare. "What is it, Harry?" He just stood there for a moment looking at me, his eyebrows knitting together. "No," he finally said, "what is it with you?" 

       I gave him a confused look and he went on. "When we were texting last night, you were friendly as can be. You seemed to actually like me. Now, I come in and you act like you hate me. What's with that?" Harry seemed genuinely angry now. But there was a different look in is eyes. Sad, almost. I didn't answer for a few moments and he let out a long sigh and started to tap his foot. Feeling obligated, I replied, "Because I don't buy it. I won't fall for some big pop star and then have my heart broken when he decides to move on to some big celebrity girl." He narrowed his eyes and I moved mine down to my desk. Another sigh escaped his lips and he continued. " You know, you should be happy right now.  You should be begging for me to be with you. I went to you when I could get any girl girl I want with a snap of my fingers!I'm Harry Styles!"My jaw dropped and I raised my eyebrows, "Why don't you go do that, then?" I asked, looking away from his furious face.

       Even if I thought for just a fraction of a second that Harry might be different from all those big shot celebrities that think girls are just toys to be thrown away when they get bored, any sliver of hope is gone. He seemed like a nice guy at first, but I've seen plenty of "nice guys" come through here before. They were all the same. "Fine!" Harry replied, storming out of my office. "I won't be staying for the interview," I heard him tell the other boys angrily, followed by a door slamming.

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