Drums Before Curls [Harry /Josh Devine Fanfic]

Aurora 'Rora' Natalia Reese is well renowned for her heartbreaking method all across New York. She could dump you so soon that you'd never had expected it.
She's unpredictable.
Harry Styles has been getting bad publicity for his constant toying with girls heart. Parents wouldn't want their kids to be idolizing a player and 1D is losing CD sales.
This two teenagers do not believe in love, they just do everything for the fun of it.
Management and the Reese interfere and issue an order for them to fake dating for 4 months in order to get rid of their former image.
There's a chink that they both didn't expect.
Rora fans The Wanted... and the guy that had caused her to go down the path of never falling in love is in Harry's band.
How can she tackle this? Will she give Harry a chance? Will she give love one more chance? What about her ex?


4. The Favourite Sweater


Harry’s POV


“Oh crap!” I muttered under my breath.

How do I get rid of her?

Suddenly, all the guys stumbled into my hotel room.

“Lads,” I exclaimed with glee as I watched them enter all ready for the day.

“What’s up mate?” Niall asked as he headed straight for the chicken from last night.

“I need your help,” I muttered as I glanced back behind me towards my room, hoping that she hadn’t heard me.

“Obviously,” Zayn muttered as he took in my disgruntled figure.

I was only wearing my boxers, my always styled curls was in a mess. So, naturally I agreed with Mr. Vain and avoided any argument.

“Yeah… yeah,” I muttered.

“What about Haz?” Louis asked as he walked towards me, avoiding any mention of the missing banter between me and Zayn.

We always had feats of fights over who was more handsome. After all, there is only supposed to be one most handsome guy in the band. And Zayn and I were nearly tied, but right now I was losing.

“I need to get rid of her,” I whispered back.

“Her who?”

I froze as I heard someone from behind me.

I turned around to see the blonde from last night’s concert wearing my favourite sweater.

“Her… her…” I didn’t even know what to say.

The blonde glared at me.

“You heartless bastard,” she shrieked. “You were trying to get rid of me, weren’t you?”

I didn’t know what to say. But my conscience was screaming, ‘Hell yea. Go on Harry. Tell her the truth.’

But luckily I kept my mouth zipped.

“No?” I muttered unconvincingly.

“Uh-huh,” Liam said from behind me.

I turned around and glared at him.

Now was not the time to be all good and righteous.

“After last night?” she roared.

I didn’t answer.

“After I gave you my V card?”

The boys gasped.

“You are a heartless moron y’know Styles,” she shouted then turned around and rain into the room only to exit a second later with her skinnies on along with my sweater.

She marched towards me, glared for a second then landed a cold hard slap on my face.

Finally she stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Talk about a dramatic exit.

“Oh that’s gonna bruise,” Zayn muttered.

I glared at him.

“Bro that was mean,” Niall said in between bites of the chicken bake in front of him.

“I have to agree with Blondie Haz,” Louis placed a hand on my shoulder.

I wasn’t, was I?

I mean, I did let her keep my favourite sweater.

“Haz we’ll be here for 2 months or so,” Liam started. “Please leave some girls heart intact. We still need fans.”

“She’s just one girl Li,” I defended. “That’s hardly a dent in the American population.”

“She might be one girl but she could destroy our career.”

“How can she?” Zayn asked.

“She’ll paint as a man whore or something like that. Something parents allow their children idolize.”

“That’s just rubbish.” I muttered and headed for my room for a nice long shower.   

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