hi m'names caitlin and I like one direction
jgrusz said: Can i have part 1 for the stylist? Please(:
it’s on my masterlist in the series section!
helena-loves-harry said: Is there a part 3 to Stylist Harry or just 1 & 2 for right now.??? If not when's part 3 gonna be up.?? I really love this <3 you're amazing.!! :0
i haven’t written part three yet, but it’ll be up sometime this week (if i’m lazy it’ll be next week c; )
Anonymous said: Is there gonna be a part 3 to the stylist ?
harrysonlygirlx said: i really love the stylist but harry is a son of a bitch lol
lmao i know
asshole harry is kinda hot tho c;
You couldn’t help but glance at Harry and Abigail every now and then while you pumped soap into your sticky hands. It wasn’t fair, she was practically flawless. Perfect body, long flowing brown locks, and bright blue eyes to compliment her skin tone.
"Y/N, you’ve been doing that for a while." Liam coughed, referring to the massive pile of soap that rested on your palm.
"What? Oh, my bad." You muttered, scrubbing it over your hands and rinsing it off.
"Is something the matter?” He asked, watching you wipe your hands on your coffee-stained skinny jeans. You sighed as Harry laughed at something Abigail had said, his cheeks turning a little pink.
“Um, no. Nothing’s wrong.” You smiled softly.
“Really? Because you look like you’re about to cry.” Liam pointed out.
“I don’t cry, Liam.” You scoffed. You grew up with possibly the kindest mother and father, but they always told you that crying was a form of weakness. Whenever you’d start crying, they would comfort you and then remind you with those four words.
“Crying makes you weak.”
“Guys, I’m having a barbecue tonight. Everyone’s invited!” Abigail cheered, tying her hair up in a bun. “It’s more like a pool-party/barbecue type thing. I also have a super huge trampoline in my backyard.”
“How did you manage to afford that?” Louis asked.
“Harry bought it for my birthday.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Harry had forgotten your birthday. All of the boys had reminded him according to Lou, but he still forgot. While you were blowing out the candles on the gorgeous cake the boys had bought for you, Harry stood in the corner playing Temple Run. He didn’t even say Happy Birthday.
He’ll remember this year. Hopefully. My birthday’s in a week, I’m sure he’ll remember.
“Oh, that’s great.” Zayn nodded, looking at you. “Speaking of birthday’s, Y/N’s one is coming up next week, I think. She’s turning nineteen. Maybe you should get her a trampoline too.” Zayn said to Harry, raising an eyebrow. Zayn was probably the only one who knew that Harry despised you.
“Erm, maybe something smaller.” Harry muttered.
“Y/N, c’mon.” Zayn rolled his eyes. “It’s a barbecue pool trampoline party. How does that not sound fun?”
“Because I can’t concentrate with Harry giving me death glares 24/7.”
“Just avoid him, alright?”
“Fine, but I’m not getting in the pool.” You grumbled, grabbing your planner and your phone.
“Deal.” Zayn smiled, watching you pick out your clothes.
“I love this song!” Niall laughed, already drunk. The speakers were playing Midnight Memories, and you felt like your eardrums were going to explode due to the loud volume.
“Jesus Christ.” You groaned softly, scribbling your weekend plans out because you had to arrange new outfits for the boys. You looked up for a second and saw Harry tickling Abigail while they wrestled on the trampoline. You fiddled with the end of your thin sweater while writing something down.
“Want a drink, love?” Louis walked over, a red cup in hand.
“I don’t trust you.” You laughed, as Louis set the cup down on the table.
“It’s apple juice, because you’re a little wuss and you won’t touch alcohol. And also because you’re actually a six year old child.” Louis teased, pinching your cheeks. You swatted his hands away and took a sip of the apple juice, smiling at him.
“This six year old is turning seven next week, excuse you.” You reminded him.
“Oh, I know. Anyway, I’m going to hop into the hot tub. Why aren’t you swimming?”
“It’s freezing out, I don’t know how you people can swim. And plus I can’t exactly swim.” You muttered. You could swim before, it’s just that you stopped swimming when you were eleven. You just lost interest and that resulted in you not being able to swim.
“I knew you were a six year old child.” Louis cooed, giving you a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “I’ll teach you how one day. Enjoy your apple juice.”
“Thank you.” You smiled, taking another sip of the cold juice.
“Y/N, Y/N!” You heard Harry’s voice and you immediately looked up, closing your planner. There might have been some ‘I <3 Harry’ doodles in there. You watched a shirtless, wet Harry run over, his curls flopping around.
“H-Hi.” You stuttered. “Hey.” You cleared your throat, standing up quickly.
“So like, there’s something in the pool that I have to show you. I swear to god there’s like a frog in there or something.” He panted.
“What? How did a frog get in the pool?” You followed him towards the deepest end of the pool. Louis had told you how it was so deep, you couldn’t feel the ground even if you tried. He tried and nearly suffocated.
“It’s there, do you see it?” Harry placed a hand on your lower back, your stomach beginning to do backflips.
“Harry, this is the deepest part of the pool, how am I supposed to see a tiny frog?” You asked, squinting your eyes and trying to see the frog.
“I don’t know, maybe like this!” The next thing you knew, you were pushed into the water, you heard everyone laughing before you fell in. Louis was absolutely right. You couldn’t feel the bottom. You began kicking your arms and legs, attempting to swim up, but you felt yourself sinking lower and lower. You were almost out of breath, you couldn’t see anything, and you couldn’t hear anything. With one final breath, everything went dark.