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).


6. Risks & Second Thoughts

"Well look who showed up." Becca retorted as I walked into our dance team's dressing room. 

"Don't worry, you won't have to compete against me today." I rolled my eyes. 

"That's fine, I would have won anyways." She smirked then turned around to continue getting ready for her solo. I shook my head. I have to do this. I nodded my head and rushed out to my car. I pulled out my costume bag and makeup box and limped my way back inside. 

"Watch out." I groaned after someone ran into me. 

"Elizabeth." It was Harry. 

"What?" I snapped. 

"Are you dancing? What about your ankle?" He actually sounded concerned. 

"I'm sorry, I can't do this right now. I need to go get ready." I stated and turned around. 

"Be careful." he called after me. I turned around and smiled at him for the first time. 


I rushed into the dressing and pulled out my makeup box and started doing my hair. I pulled two side pieces to the back and tied it then pinned it down and secured it with hair spray. Then I started my makeup. 

"What the hell are you doing?" Dani scorned as she walked into the room. 

"I'm getting ready for my solo."  snapped as I applied foundation and then blush. 

"I told you Elizabeth. You're too hurt to dance." She raised her voice. 

"I don't care. I need to beat Becca. I'm just going to reverse every step onto my other leg." I snapped continuing too do my makeup. 

"I can't allow you to do this." She states. 

"Well you can't stop me either." I retorted, then applied some lipstick and went to put on my costume. As soon as I slipped it on, Dani walked up to me. 

"Can you even land your left arial?" She asked sounding concerned. I sighed. 

"I guess we'll find out." I stated then walked out of the dressing room to the stage entrance. 

"Get ready to loose." Becca snorted before she went on stage and performed. 

I watched her intently as she danced. Don't get me wrong she was good but she was no where near as flexible as I am, and she falls out of her turns a lot. 

The crowd clapped as she strutted off stage.  I just rolled my eyes. Finally I was announced to go on stage. 

'Now welcome number 153, Give Me Love. Please welcome Elizabeth Phillips!' The announced introduced me. I strutted on stage and held my first position. Then it all began. I danced through half of my routine before I had to attempt my arial. Here goes nothing. 

I landed it! My ankle is killing me now but I landed it. I managed to get through the rest of my dance without showing the pain I was in. At least I hope I didn't look injured. The crowd roared with applause, I could see Dani standing and clapping. One Direction was behind her. I could see the smile and relief of Harry's face. I exited the stage, trying not to limp. Once I was off I limped, but mainly hopped out into the hallway. I saw Dani she had a smile on her face and the guys were behind her as well, smiling too. 

"Amazing job!" Dani said engulfing me in a hug. 

"Thanks. I can't walk now. But thanks." I smiled through the pain of my ankle. 

"Here let me help." Harry stated before picking me up bridal style. I giggled and shook my head laughing at him. 

He carried me all the way to the dressing room. 

"I kinda have to let you down here." He chuckled. I nodded and carefully stood up. 

"Thanks. I'll be right  back. I'm gonna go get my jacket and I'll be back." I smiled then limped into the  dressing room. 

Becca glared at me as I walked in. I went over to my area where my things were. 

"I see you're flirting with Harry." Becca snarled. 

"No. I'm not. We're just friends. And why does it matter to you?" I snapped. Pulling on my dance team warm up jacket. 

"It's just surprising. A lad like him,  taken an interest in an ugly girl like you." She smirked laughing. 

I just rolled my eyes and started to walk out of the dressing room. When I went to open the door I caught a glimse of myself in a mirror. I stopped and took a better look. 

Maybe Becca was right. Why would Harry even like me? I'm not pretty. Especially not compared to the thousands of girls throughing themselves at him. I shook it out of my mind. I didn't like him anyways. Right? 

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