Give Me Love (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Elizabeth Phillips isn't you average 17 year old girl. She doesn't obsess over the latest trends or the most popular boy band in the world, One Direction. Her life is focused on dance. She's been home schooled all her life, so she could concentrate more on dance. But her 14 year old sister on the other hand, is the complete opposite. She goes to public school, she's social, and she obsesses over One Direction. Elizabeth despises them. But when her sister's idols stummble into her dance studio, everything changes. Despite the fact that Elizabeth can't stand them, Harry has a different perspective. Will Elizabeth's opinion about the boys change? Will she fall for one of them? Or will hate take over her mind? Find out in Give Me Love (A Harry Styles Fanfiction).

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7. Change Your Mind

"Good luck!" Harry and the guys said to me before I limped on stage for awards. 

"Good luck, you're gonna need it." Becca snorted. I rolled my eyes and awards began. 

We sat through all the group dance awards and finally the solo awards started. 

"Now, the Elite Teen Solo Awards." The announcer stated. 

"In 10th place, entry number 145 Drunk in Love." Everyone cheered. Each entry's place was announced then it was the top 2. 

"In 2nd place. Entry number.... 152 Blindfolded." Becca stood up. I smirked. 

"And finally 1st place.. Entry number 153, Give Me Love!" Everyong cheered so loudly I stood up and went to receive my award trying not to look injured. 

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"That was amazing!!" Dani squealed pulling me into a hug. I giggled and pulled away. 

"Could you give me a ride home? I kinda can't drive right now." I sighed. 

"I could give you a ride?" Harry offered. 

"Thanks." I stated awkwardly. 

"I'm gonna go get my things." I stated turning around and limping to the dressing room. I pulled on my dance team jacket over my costume and packed up all my things. As I turned around I saw Becca and her "friends". 

"What do you want now?" I rolled my eyes. 

"Just be happy you won this time. Because it'll be the last time you get what you want." She snorted. 

"Really, because I'm pretty sure that if I can beat you while being injured, I can beat you again." I pursed my lips. 

"Oh, I'm not just talking about dance." She smirked. "Watch your back." 

She pushed pass me. I just rolled my eyes and walked out of the dressing room thinking about what she could have meant when she said she wasn't just talking about dance. I shook it off and walked over to Harry. 

"I'm ready." I softly smiled. He grabbed my makeup box out of my hand, but I held on tightly. 

"I can carry it." I laughed a bit. 

"It's alright. I want to help." he smiled and took it out of my hand. 

"Damn, this thing is heavy." he chuckled as we walked out of the building. 

"It's full of makeup." I giggled. 

"Your laugh is cute." He smirked and opened his car door for me.

"Thanks." I whispered. Harry hopped in the other side and pulled out of the parking lot. 

The car ride was pure silence. Finally once we pulled up to my house, Harry jumped out of the car and rushed over to my side and opened the door. 

"Thanks." I smiled. I got out of his car and grabbed my things. He walked me to my door, I put everything on the chair next to the door and turned around. 

"Can I ask you something?" I asked looking down at my hands. 

"Sure. Go for it." He nodded. 

"Why do you like me?" I blurt. He stayed silent. 

"I'm sorry it was a dumb question. I shouldn't have asked." I sighed. 

"No. It's fine. Elizabeth, I think you are beautiful. You're an amazing and talented dancer. That weekend I spent with you was great. I wish I could spend every day with you. I-I guess those are some few reason why." He bit his lip. 

"I don't understand. I'm not as beautiful or talented as you think. There are thousands of girls throwing themselves at you. W-why me?" I stuttered. 

"Why can't you believe people when they compliment you?! You're gorgeous! You're an amazing, beauutiful, fantastic dancer! And those thousands of girls aren't like you. You're different, and I like that." He states pushing a piece of my hair out of my face. 

Before I even think, I wrap my arms around his neck and crash my lips against his. My hands entangle in his hair and his hands make contact my hips. My back hits the side of my house and our lips don't lose connection. I pulled away after a few seconds. We both were breathing heavily. 

"I'm sorry." I sighed. 

"Don't be. You know where I live, if you change your mind about us." He stated and with that he turned around, walked to his car, and drove away. 

I sighed and walked into my house. 

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