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).


8. Perfect

"Oh, my god! Harry has been seen with someone!" My sister squealed. I shot my head up from looking at my magazine. 

"Do you know who?" I asked wide eyed. 

"No, the picture only shows the back of her head." She reassured. "Why do you care?" 

"I-I don't." I stuttered then turned back to my magazine. 

It's been a week since I've seen Harry. Turns out I didn't sprain my ankle, I only pulled a muscle. I can walk now, but my dancing is limited. 

"I'm gonna go to the studio. I need to at least stretch or something."  I said to my mom while standing up. 

"Don't over do it, alright." She warned before I slipped my shoes on and headed outside to my car. 

Once I arrived to the studio, I walked inside and dropped my bag on the floor inside the first room. I walked over to the barre and tried relevaying on my injured ankle. I felt a sharp pain and pull on my ankle. Fuck. 

"So you're back?" A familiar voice asked causing me to spin around. It was Harry. 

"Not exactly." I sighed. He nodded still standing in the door way. 

"So what are you doing here?" I asked. 

"The lads and I decided to stay another week, so we would make the right choice on the dancers we choose for our music video." He explained. I nodded and sat on the floor to pull on my ankle brace. 

"So you guys are picking more than one dancer?" I asked and he nodded.

"You know.." He  paused, "We have to have cemistry with the dancer we each choose." 

I just stayed silent and slowly stood up rolling and stretching my ankle. He slowly walked over to me. 

"We have that." He whispered coming closer and placing his hands on my waist. I kept my eyes on my feet as my heart started beating faster. 

"I'm sorry about everythign that happened last week. But I loved every minute of it." He chuckled. I looked up at him. 

"That's great I'm glad you enjoy seeing me get hurt." I snapped pushing away from him. 

"That's not what I meant. I didn't enjoy the part when you hurt your ankle, but everything else I loved." He smirked refering to us kissing. 

"Can you just leave?" I whispered before starting to play music, my solo song (Give Me Love) came on first. 

"Why are you so resistant on us Elizabeth. I know you felt something too." He pleaded walking closer to me. 

"Maybe I'm afraid." I mummbled in a whisper. 

"Afraid of what? Me?" He aked. 

"No, afraid of being hurt again. I don't think I could deal with all the pain all over again." I cried shaking my head looking up at him. 

"I would never hurt you. Not physically or mentally." He stated resting his forehead on mine. 

"Not just that. What about your fans? They'll hate me. I know that for a fact. My sister's one of them." I sighed. 

"We don't have to make it public until you're ready." He reassured.  I thought for a moment.

"So what are you saying?" I looked up at him. 

"Elizabeth, will you be my girlfriend?" He smirked. I bit my lip and smiled. I placed my hands on the back of his neck and crashed my lips into his. I could feel him smiled through the kiss. We pulled away. 

"So is that a yes?" He smirked. 

"Yes." I smiled and pulled back down for another kiss. 

"I wanna take you out. On a date." Harry said once more pulling away. 

"I'd love that." I smiled. 

"I'll pick you up by 7." He kissed my cheek. 

"Okay." I smiled. "Now get out. I need to stretch." 

"I wouldn't mind watching." He smirked. I rolled my eyes and pushed him out the door. He just chuckled then left. 

*Later that night* 

 After showering, I changed into a light blue, laced, skater dress and slipped on a pair of black heels. I pulled my hair up into a loose, sock bun and applied make up.

 Thank god Catherine was sleeping at a friends house tonight, because if she saw Harry at our front door, she'd freak. 

"Lizzy Marie! There's someone here for you!" My mom shouted from down stairs. I smiled at myself in the mirror knowing it was Harry. I rushed downstairs and saw im standing my the door talking to my parents. 

"Hi." He smiled. 

"Hey." I smiled back. 

"You ready?" He asked. I nodded. 

"It was nice meeting you." Harry stated shaking my parents hands. 

"You as well." My dad stated firmly. 

"Let's go." I smiled taking Harry's hand and walking with him outside. After hopping into Harry's car, I turned towards him. 

"So? Where are we going?" I smirked. 

"Why would I tell you?" He chuckled. I pouted. 

"You'll find out when we get there." He smirked still driving. We pulled up along side the park. I looked at him confused. He hopped out of his side of the car and came and opened the door for me. We started walking through the park. 

"After the first time I kissed you and you ran off," He chuckled starting to say something, "I came acrossa beautiful secluded area in the park." 

he pushed back some bushes and led me into this small area of the park. There was a pond and beautiful white lights hanging and surrounding a blanket on the ground. Everything was perfect. 

"This is beautiful." I whispered. "It's perfect." 

"I try." He smugly stated. 

"You never fail to impress." I smiled at him. He grabbed my hand and led me to the blanket. 

"Did you make this all yourself?" I asked taking a seat. 

"I had a little help from the guys setting everything up." He smiled proudly. We spent most of the time talking and laughing. We ate then music started playing. 

"Dance with me." He smiled holding out his hand. I smiled up at him and gladly took it. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and his around my waist. 

"You know," I started, "I'm sorry I was a complete bitch to you when we first met." 

"I don't blame you. I did act like an ass the first time we met anyways." He shrugged. 

"Still though. I'm sorry." I smiled softly. I looked him right in his eyes and bit my lip. I leaned in a crashed my lips onto his. My hand entangled into his hair, his arms tightened around my waist. 

Tonight was perfect. (:


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