Operation Haylor

*Written by me and my friend Josh*
When two starstruck teens meet their favorite stars, they won't let anything get in the way of winning those stars over. Not even the fact that their favorite stars are in a relationship. With each other.


13. Written by me

A few months later, right before Christmas, I sat cross-legged on my bed, wrapping presents. I looked down at my present for Harry and smiled as I thought about what had inspired me to give it to him.

“Do you want me to put some makeup on you?” my mom asked as I checked out my reflection in her mirrored closet doors. I was wearing a fairly tight black dress and a pair of black flip-flops.

“Sure.” I said. My Aunt Rachel is a photographer and she was planning on taking my picture outside of my grandma's house for practice. As soon as we got there anyway.

I sat on the edge of my mom's bed and let her put a little foundation and a little eyeliner on me.

“Are you sure you don't want anymore than that?” she asked. She knew my answer, but she always asked anyway.

“Yes, mother, I am sure,” I said, making sure every word was clear.

Then there was a knock on the door. “Could you go get it? I'm not finished getting ready,” my mom said.


I walked down the stairs, thinking about how much I did not want to answer the door. “Harry!” I exclaimed as I opened it. I jumped into his arms. He caught me and I held on tightly, partly because my feet were off the ground and partly because I was really excited. “What are you doing here?!”

“Surprise!” he said. He put his hands on my waist and gently set me back down. “Now let me kiss you.”

He kissed me, both of us smiling. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled away and I jumped at the chance to know why he'd come.

“Now tell me why you're here!”

“Aren't you happy to see me?” he asked, pretending to be offended. He turned around and started to walk back off my porch. I grabbed his arm.

“Don't you dare leave.”

“The boys and I just finished up the tour-” he started.

“I know,” I interrupted.

He widened his eyes at me. “Would you just let me finish?” I nodded my head. “We finished touring in California and I came here to visit you for a few days before I have to head back to England,” he said. He waited for me to say something. He playfully rolled his eyes at me when I didn't respond.

“I'm finished. You may speak now.”

I grinned and jumped back into his arms. He already knew me so well. I sniffed his neck and then told him, “I'm so happy you're here.”

“Hey Jules, are you ready?” my mom called, starting down the steps. “Who was at the d-” my mom started. “Oh, hi Harry. What are you doing here?”

“Hey, Natoli,” he said. “I'm visiting for a few days, if that's alright. Where are you guys going?” he asked.

“Of course it's alright. You can come here anytime,” she started. I'm sure she would have told him where we were going but I jumped in.

“Could you call her and cancel?” I asked my mom.

“Yeah, I can,” she said.

“What are you canceling?” Harry asked. He was talking to anyone who would answer him.

“We were going to go to my grandma's so Rachel could take my picture,” I explained. “But mom'll cancel it. So what should we do today? How long are you here for?”

“You don't have to cancel it. I'll come with you.”

About a half an hour later we jumped out of my mom's van.

“Hey guys,” my cousin Giorgi had ran to greet us. He looked at Harry with a wary face. He looked up at me, curled up his finger, indicating I should lean down, and, eying Harry, whispered in my ear, “Who's that?”

“His name is Harry,” I whispered back.

“Okay...” he said. He still had that suspicious look on his face but he let it go and ran back to the back yard as his sister, Gabriella, came to great us.

“Who was that?” Harry asked me.

“That was my cousin, Giorgi,” I said, then leaned down and grabbed Gabriella in a hug. “And this is Gabriella,” I said.

“Who's this?” Gabriella asked me.

“This is Harry,” I told her, standing up.

“Why does he talk funny?” she asked me.

“That's just the way he talks,” I explained. I looked up at Harry with a smirk.

“Hi Asher,” she said as my mom pulled my brother out of his car seat.

“Hi Bella!” he said.

“I talk funny?” Harry asked. He had an amused grin on his face.

I put my arms around him. “I love the way you talk,” I said.

Harry and I walked to the backyard. “Hi Jules! And this is Harry?” my Aunt Rachel asked. My mom had called her to tell her we were bringing him. My entire family is really close. My aunts and my grandma knew a lot about Harry already.

“Yep this is him.”

She laughed. “Okay, I figured.”

“Hi,” he said. He opened his arms for a hug.

“Oh, okay,” she said, accepting his hug. “So, I guess, we'll try to be really quick so you can spend time with Harry.”

“Okay,” I responded. I took off my flip-flops and scrunched my toes up in the grass.

She snapped pictures as I posed as best as I could. Which was awkward because I'm not very good at posing and I knew Harry was watching me which made me feel even more awkward. He tried to make me laugh though, so she got good shots of me laughing.

After a few minutes of doing whatever he could to make me laugh he stopped and started playing with the kids. I turned to watch them as the kids started laughing and yelling. I watched as Harry picked them up and tickled them before letting them run away again. My hair blew out behind my face and I heard Rachel snap another picture.

“Oh I like that,” Rachel said, looking at her screen. Harry untangled himself from the kids to look at the picture Rachel had taken and I took it as an excuse to look too.

“Jules, you look gorgeous,” Harry said. He looked at me with something in his eyes...Was it love? I couldn't be sure so I dropped the thought right away. Better to not think than to be disappointed.

“Thank you.” I smiled. “It reminds me of Pocahontas,” I stated thoughtfully.

“Oh, yeah, I see that,” Rachel said.

“I love it,” Harry said. At that moment something clicked in my head. Even though it was only August, I thought ahead and worried about what I would get Harry for Christmas. I didn't feel very good at buying presents and I also think my brain just likes to stress me out. But I thought it would be perfect if I framed the picture for him. Relieved that I didn't have to worry about a present anymore, I tried not to think about how there was a possibility we wouldn't be together then.

Rachel flipped through the rest of the pictures.

“Hey, why don't I take pictures of you and Harry?” she asked. “It would look really good if I have pictures of a celebrity.”

Harry and I posed: his hands around my waist, looking into each others eyes, him kissing my cheek, me kissing his cheek. Then we just started acting natural.

I heard the bathroom door shut and my head snapped up, which snapped me out of my thoughts. My gaze instantly went to the best picture Rachel had taken that day. I smiled dreamily at it. Harry and I had forgotten that Rachel was even taking our picture and had laced our fingers together, talking. At the moment she took the picture we had been laughing and our eyes had been filled with something like love in them.




The week before Christmas Harry took me to meet his parents. We stayed at his mom's house, just because she wanted us to. The last day we were there, Christmas Eve, we went to a big bash for Louis' birthday. It was going on literally all day. From morning until night. Thankfully there's a five hour time difference between London and Pennsylvania. We stayed until two, London time, before racing off to catch our three 'o clock flight. By the time we got back to Pennsylvania it was around eight, eastern standard time. It was kind of crazy but Harry knew it was important to me to see my family for at least a few hours on Christmas Eve.
“I really like your family,” I told him on the plane ride home. “I hope they like me, too.”
“They loved you,” he told me and squeezed my hand.

“And the boys? They like me, too, right? Because I know they're your best friends. I'm not taking you away from them too much?”

“That's a silly question. Jules, the boys love you. Mostly because they knew from the minute I saw you that I liked you.”He laced his fingers through mine.
I smiled so big it hurt my cheeks. “Good.”

Harry moved around and settled into his chair. I took it as my cue to pull out the magazine I bought. I obviously bought the magazine that had the boys in it the most. Harry leaned over my shoulder to read with me. We flipped through pages until I got to an article about Taylor Swift. All of a sudden I felt a little nervous. I was staring blankly at the pages, not really reading it. How is Harry going to take seeing his ex? Maybe he'll decide he still wants her... That thought made me even more uneasy as I casually glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He looked...absolutely normal. Good. I started to actually read the article. A picture caught my eye right away.

“Josh!” I exclaimed.

“What?” Harry asked.

“Josh,” I repeated, pointing at the picture of him and Taylor walking down the street holding hands. The article was titled Taylor's New Mystery Man. It explained who Josh was and talked all about his and Taylor's relationship. “He was my editor last year. He just started working on his band's Cd in July.”

“Oh. I suppose Taylor must really like his music, huh?” He winked at me and kept reading.

Harry slept on my couch that night. I had a hard time falling asleep knowing he was a floor below me. I woke up and it was still dark so I sneaked downstairs. Harry's eyes popped open. “Sh.” I smiled at him.
“Good morning,” he whispered. He pulled back the blanket and patted the couch. His eyes were red and sleepy. I laid down and curled up against him. He pulled the blankets back up around us and tucked me in before pulling his arm back in our cocoon and resting it across my tummy. I wouldn't have tried this at his house. It would've been awful if his family had found me in his bed with him. “What time is it?” he asked, stroking my hair.
“Around five,”I told him.
Soon Harry's breath was deep and even again. I laid there for a while, feeling his heart beating against my back until I finally fell asleep with the boys singing in my head. “Am I asleep, am I awake, or somewhere in between? I can't believe that you are here and lying next to me...”


Around nine we opened gifts. Harry got me a heart-shaped locket with pictures of us inside and “J+H” engraved on it. I gave him a framed copy of the picture Rachel had taken of me.
Then Harry sat in my room as I got ready in the bathroom across the hall.
“Josh sent you an email,” Harry called to me.
“Mk!” I called back.
I finished getting ready and walked back into my room. Harry was reading something on my iPod. He looked sad. I stopped abruptly in my doorway.
“Harry? What's the matter?”
He looked up at me. He looked like he was going to cry. “I'm so happy 'Operation Haylor' worked?” Harry questioned me.
“Oh.” Did I say that out loud? He must be reading Josh's email. I gripped the doorway. Was I still breathing? I grabbed at my chest. I was horrified at the thought that something had hurt him. And even more horrified that I could have been the one to cause that pain. I couldn't stand seeing the look in his eyes.
“What is he talking about?” Harry asked.
“Harry,” I said slowly, “I can explain.” I took a few small, tentative steps toward him. I was shaking from the pressure of trying to contain my tears.
His face hardened. “So explain.”
“It's not as bad as it apparently sounds to you,” I started. “Harry, Josh and I like you and Taylor,” I said. He gave me an angry “duh" face. “Well, obviously,” I stammered. “And...and I really wanted you, Harry, but you were dating Taylor. And Josh knew that!” I was getting desperate. “So we were just trying to figure out how to...get you!”
“So you came up with a plan to purposely sabotage my relationship with Taylor?” he asked.
“No, Harry, listen. We just thought it would be perfect because Josh likes Taylor and I like you so we just...wanted the two of you to forget about each other and fall in love with us.”
“Why didn't you tell me?” he yelled. He took a step closer to me and reached his arm behind me. He slammed the door and I jumped.
“You wouldn't have liked me if I told you that when we met,” I said, confused. He was looking very intimidating. He was much taller than me. He glared down at me, still so close, with his hand still resting on the now shut door. "That kind of would have defeated the purpose of trying.”
“Why didn't you tell me on the plane?” he asked, anger still burning in his eyes, but I thought I was talking him out of it. I think he took pity on me because he could tell my head was spinning. He took a few steps backward, to my relief. Although it was always exhilarating to have him so close, the more space there was between us, the easier it was to think.
“I should have. You're right. I'm sorry,” I told him. “I was scared. And you didn't think anything of it so I just... But we're all happy now, right? I could never purposely hurt you, Harry. That was never even remotely part of our plan,” I told him, my eyes begging his to forgive me...and he knew it.
He took in a deep breath. “Yeah. We're all happy,” he said. He closed the distance between us again, wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me to his chest. “So there's really nothing to be mad about?”
“No, Harry. I was in love with you and Josh was in love with Taylor. That's really it. I'm really sorry Harry.” I looked up into his eyes. He gently pushed my head back against his chest.
“It's alright.” He stroked my hair and kissed my head.
“Jules are you ready?” my mom called up the stairs.

We had to be at my grandma's house by twelve or my family would start eating without us.

I opened my door. “Yeah, mom. We're coming.”

“You ready?” I turned back to Harry.

“Yeah, Babe,” he said. He pulled me back to him and kissed me. “Let's go.” He laced his fingers through mine.

We almost ran into my brother, Eli, on our way out of my room. I jumped.

“What were you doing in there?” he asked accusingly. Anything to annoy and embarrass me.

“Nothing.” I put him in a head lock and he easily ducked back out of it. I nearly fell over but Harry grabbed my elbow.

“Careful beautiful,” he said.

“I try to be but obviously it doesn't work out for me,” I said, gesturing to the empty space in front of me.

“Are you ready to meet my family?” I asked him as we walked down the stairs.

“I hope so,” he said.

I grabbed my jacket as Harry put on his. He grabbed it from me and held it up. I slid my arms into it.

“Thanks.” I pecked his lips.

“Your welcome.”

We walked out onto the porch and waited for the rest of my family. My dad locked the door. Then we walked down the stairs and my dad unlocked the doors to my mom's van. Harry and I sat snuggled in the back, my brothers were in the middle, and my parents were in the front.

It took about twenty minutes to get to my grandparents' house. I love their house. It's out in the country. Although you can see other homes around, you can't hear any of the neighbors. With lots of land and plenty of room for a garden, my grandparents home holds so many memories for me.

“Hello,” I said, opening the door.

Everyone was already there, sitting at the table eating. I walked up to my cousins, Liz and Autti, and smacked Liz's arm. She was closer than Autti.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” I said. I hugged her.

“Who's the guy Jules?” my uncle Joey asked. I think I was procrastinating introducing Harry. I was a little nervous. The only grandchild to bring a guy to a holiday get together is my oldest cousin.

“Hi, I'm Harry,” he said, shaking Joey's hand.

“Joey,” he responded.

“Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Harry. Harry, this is Joey,” I said, starting at the head of the table, “my grandfather, Ted, Sh-”

“Now wait,” my grandma interrupted me. I paused in the middle of my introductions and looked up at Harry quizzically.

“Where's she going?” he asked me.

“You never know with her,” I told him.

She walked back in the room carrying a pen and something else in her hands. She dropped them on the table. “Everyone fill out name tags for Harry,” she said. “Hi Harry. I'm Kathy,” she pointed to the name tag she had already filled out and stuck to her chest, “but you can call me grandma.”

Harry and I laughed as my family dutifully passed around the pens, filled out their name tags, and slapped them on their chests. My grandma would have name tags. “Okay.” He smiled at her. Oh, graciousness, I loved his dimples.

“You guys hungry?” she asked.

“Yeah, very hungry,” he said.

“Eat,” she commanded. “We've got mashed potatoes,” she said, pointing, “green beans, stuffing, Ted's apple fan dowdy,” she and my grandfather call apple pan dowdy apple fan dowdy for some reason, “ham, and Jules' favorite, sweet potatoes.”

“Okay, thank you.” He smiled at her again.

“Here, I'll get you a plate,” she said, turning.

“I think she likes you already.” I smiled up at him.

He pulled me to his side and kissed the topped of my head.




“I'll be in the living room,” I told Harry. He was sitting at the table playing a card game with some of my family.

“Okay,” he said. I kind of wondered if he actually heard what I said because he didn't look up from the game. He was very focused. It was cute.

Autti and Liz were sitting on the couch. I plopped myself across them, feet on Autti's lap and butt on Liz's. Liz is the one who would play with my hair, Autti would braid it.

She grabbed my hair right away.

I could still see Harry from the couch. I smiled as I watched him. I loved that he was bonding with my family.

“How goes it?” Liz asked, snapping me out of my love daze. I turned to her, locked eyes, then turned right back to Harry.

“Good. Everyone seems to like him right?” I asked, still watching him.

“Yeah,” she said.

“You guys like him right?”

“Mm hm,” Autti said.

“Good.” I settled into Liz's lap, content. Their opinion was important to me. But I never doubted that everyone would love him.




“Hey Harry?” I asked him, squeezing his hand.
“Yeah, Babe?” We were sitting in my bed, crossed-legged, facing each other, while watching Dick Clark's Rockin' New Year's Eve.
“My family really loves you too.” I smiled at him.
The ball dropped and Harry put his hand on the back of my neck and kissed me. I wrapped the tips of my fingers around his shoulders and rested my hands on his chest.
“Jules?” he asked me, his head resting against my forehead.
“This is the best New Years I've ever had. Jules, I'm in love with you.”
It was the first time he'd said it to me. “Harry Styles I am so, so in love with you too.” I stroked his curls and he kissed me again.

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