Fame and Love -A Harry Styles Fanfic

Jayda Jones, age 20, is a struggling actress and singer. She can't seem to pursue her career. Just when she is about to quit. She starts to date her old best friend, Harry Styles. Suddenly her career booms! But can she deal with all of the fame and hate? Or maybe, it's fame and love.

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6. Party and Pump

Chapter Six

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Party and Pump

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I got dressed in my black, laced dress. I walked out. "You ready, babe?" Harry asked me. I nodded. "LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!" Niall shouted. We laughed and stepped in the limo.

We arrived at a club called 'Jump.' We walked in, and were led to the V.I.P. section. We got a bottle of Grey Goose and Hennessy. The music blared. I could tell I was easily drunk, but who cares? This was my night to celebrate. I mean I couldn't be that drunk. "Wanna dance?" Harry yelled to me over the music. "Sure." I shouted. He led me to the dance floor and I began to grind on him. With Harry it was perfect. It was like I could be free, wild, young, and loved. I loved him.

Is this the drink talking?

When we were done dancing, we went back I the booth. He was there. TAYLOR. "Hey, can I talk to you?" He asked. I laughed bitterly. "Leave Taylor. We're done. Sorry, but you hurt me. Bye." I said. "Jayda please." He pulled me close. "NO." I shouted. "She said no." Harry said. "What's it to you? You've been trying to steal my girl since the beginning." Taylor retaliated. "Not your girl." I said. "Shut up, slut." Taylor told me. "Don't talk to her like that!" Harry shouted. He charged for Taylor. Making him bleed. Paparazzi showed up and took pictures. "Boys! Help me get him out of here." I said to the remaining 4/5 of One Direction. They helped me break it up and lead him to the car. Liam was most sober, so he drove home.

Once Harry was calm, he spoke. "I'm sorry." He turned to me. "Don't be. I know this may sound fucked up, but I enjoyed the sight of him getting hurt." I said. "It's not fucked up. You have every right to feel that way." Harry comforted me. I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Thank you." I said. "For what?" He asked smiling. "For fighting for me." I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder.

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