"Meet My Fiancé, Harry Styles." [COMPLETED]

"Meet my fiancé, Harry Styles." 

PART TWO: 

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"This is the thing you're marrying? The thing that stole you from me?" I snap and inch towards Harry, noticing he does the same thing. He is probably about six feet tall, way taller than me, and it forces me to look up to him as he glares down at me. I stare daggers into his forest green eyes. "Move it fat ass, I need to change." I try to step away but he blocks me from leaving.  

"I saw those rolls of baby fat earlier. You should have lost them ages ago when you hit puberty. In all technical terms I'm not the fat one, you are." He retorts, smirking with pride at his pathetic come back. I'm not fat, am I? 

"Stop it you two!" Olivia hollers, stepping in between us. Good thing she did, I'm tempted to punch that pretty boy in the face. "You guys are here for me, so at least cooperate and get along. Please." She gives me those damn puppy dog eyes and I sigh, nodding. Harry does the same and runs a free hand through the rats nest he calls his hair. Olivia squeals and hugs us both. I stare blankly at the wall and she let's go.  

"Now if you excuse me," I say, straightening up and readjusting my towel. "I'm going to get changed for tonight." I flick my wet hair back, hoping that a few of the water droplets hits Harry... In the face.  

I slam the door close and lean against it with my ear pressed to the door, listening to the fight that is going on between Harry and Olivia. Olivia always told me they got along really well on our usual long phone calls. She says they've never fought over anything ever in their six month long relationship.  

"That bitch can't just waltz in here and say all this nonsense!" Harry's deep voice yells. 

"She's my best friend, Haz. You gotta let her stay until the wedding. I need her here." Olivia says in a more quiet and calm voice. She has always been the kind of person to keep her cool in any situation, whether it is bad or good. I admire that in her. "Plus you always have the lads around, and I never say anything about that!" 

"But that's not the point, babe," He says. "It's my job, I'm in a band. I have to have my band members around the place so we can write. With the songs we right, people buy it off of iTunes and buy our albums which means more money. And more money means more things for you and I and I can afford to keep this bloody roof over your head!" 

I pop my head back inside and begin searching for something to wear to this dinner event that we're off to later. I scour through my suitcase and maintain keeping my towel up, trying to find the perfect outfit. I find a simple cream coloured dress and some heels to play it up, slipping those on and leaving my hair the way it is. It's shoulder length and just plain brown, nothing too special or fancy compared to Olivia's blonde hair with blonder highlights. 

"What ever, let's just get ready. Is everyone meeting us at the restaurant?" Olivia asks. 

"Yep," Harry says, popping the 'P'. "You think they'll like her?" Harry snickers and I hear his laughter silenced by a few smacking noises. I quickly open the door up a sliver and see them kissing, making me want to nearly gag. That's just gross, even if it is their own house. What if someone else walks in? 

"Just give it a few days and I'm sure you two will get along just fine. In the meanwhile go and get dressed, handsome, we've got to go out for dinner tonight. I want the boys to meet her." 

"That's disgusting," I mumble as I comb my fingers through my hair and grab my little makeup bag stocked with my usual drug store products- mascara, eyeliner, pressed powder and a berry coloured lip gloss that stained your lips when you wore it. I guess it would suit my cream dress since it was so boring. I put on my makeup then toyed around with my hair a bit. It was constantly pissing me off. I even considered shaving it all off into a clean buzz cut like Britney Spears had during her breakdown days except my other best friend, Adam, talked me out of it. After about fifteen minutes of trying to get my hair to settle down, I hear a quick knock at the door. 

"Alanna, you ready?" Harry calls. His voice seems different, a bit softer. I swing the door open and lean in the doorway, watching his stunning yet slightly perverted eyes do a once over at my body. I feel a bit insecure as I grab my clutch and heels. 

"Of course. Are you ready?" I ask him. His mouth is slightly gawking at me and he nods, closing it as he notices I'm aware of it.