Let's start with a bad fanfiction.
Basically, it's a typical story that I see too often, but I hope I don't offend anyone in doing this.
I LOVE EVERYONE
except from mean people
anywho
I woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm clock.
I threw my pillow at it and tried to muffle the annoying sound.
I had my shower and got dressed in a tie dye top and some high waisted denim shorts.
I applied a light bit of foundation, not too much, and some mascara and eyeliner.
I ran some lipgloss across my plump lips and admired myself in the mirror.
Although I was really pretty and had had several boyfriends, I was very insecure.
There was nothing in the cupboards, so I went across to the cafe and ordered some coffee.
I looked up to see a boy with the most perfect curls, and the greenest eyes.
They were so captivating.
"Hello, love. Your really good looking." He commented cheekily.
I blushed, "Not to bad yourself, I must say."
He looked really familiar, but I really wasn't sure who he was.
STAHP STAHP STAHP
No one meets Harry in a coffee shop and acts completely natural, or can look unbelievably beautiful and not have the slightest ounce of confidence in themselves.
And NO ONE sees Harry Styles and doesn’t know who he is.
Here's an altered version, which is hopefully a better adaptation, with a different beginning.
I worked in a coffee shop in Holmes Chapel.
It didn't pay much, but I liked what I did.
Although I was confident in myself, I was still insecure when not wearing makeup.
I brushed back some hairs which were springing free from my updo and looked up from the bottle of cleaning liquid to see a boy with brown curly hair.
Harry Styles?
That was also terrible, but I hope you get the idea!
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