Harry Styles. BSM, DDM.

He takes you to prom. BSM.

He takes you to prom.

Harry age 17.

Week before.

You stared at the sign hanging on the wall by your locker.

'Stars at night senior prom.

May 29th

7 to midnight'

You sighed and closed your locker and took your books and walked to class. Your boyfriend couldn't take you because he wasn't even going to be here that night.

"Hey babe." Dawson. Your boyfriend said as he wrapped his arms around you waist from behind.

"Hi." You whispered and turned around and draped your arms around his neck and pecked his lips for a few seconds before pulling away.

He looked behind you to see the poster and sighed.

"Baby I'm sorry. You know I wouldn't miss this for the world but this tournament is everything that I've worked for." He says softly and you nod.

"I know. I just won't go." You shrug and he groans.

"Babe don't be like that." He whispers and kisses your cheek.

"I'm sorry. I know you really tried to be there." You say and smile at him, which he returns.

"I'll see you in class, yeah?" He says and you nod and smile and kiss him again before he walks away.

You sigh again and continue onto your day.

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Night before.

You stand in your room, staring at your prom dress you found hanging in your room when you came home, before Dawson told you, you had ordered it and it arrived today.

"Y/N?" Your older brother called as he knocked on your bedroom door.

"Uh-it's open." You called, not looking away from your dress.

"Moms been calling you down for dinner. You deaf or something?" He jokes as he walks in.

"No, I-I was just..spaced out I guess." You mutter and he hums in response.

"When aren't you spaced out?" He laughs and you lightly giggle and shrug.

"I don't know. I guess I'm just bummed about not going to prom." You say and sit on your bed as Harry sits at your desk chair and looks at you with furrowed eyebrows.

"You're not going to prom? Isn't Dawson taking you?" He asks, as he starts to spin around.

"No...no he's not going." You mutter sadly and he grunts.

"Where is he going to be?" He asks sarcastically and you roll your eyes.

"He's going to a lacrosse tournament." You say and he nods.

"So you have that dress and no date." He says and raises an eyebrow as you nod.

"Ok." He says and then gets up and walks out. O...kaaaayyy.

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Night of.

You get home from school and drop your bag and turn to see your mum standing right behind you. You gasp in surprise and put a hand to your chest.

"Oh my goodness mum! Don't scare me like that!" You shriek and she giggles.

"Go start getting ready." She states and you look at her in confusion.

"For what?" You ask and she grins.

"Just go get ready for prom!" She ushers you upstairs and you sigh and just decide to get ready.

It was 6:30 when you finished getting ready. You curled your hair and did your makeup down to perfection.

"Y/N! Are you ready?!" Your mum yelled from downstairs. You sighed and started to walk down stairs.

"Mum I don't see why you made me get ready for prom, I don't even have a da-" you stopped mid sentence when you saw Harry standing there in a sleek black tux with the tie matching your dress color. Red.

You tilted your head to the side and a small smile graced your face.

"Harry." You said softly and he grinned. He held out his hand and you placed your hand in his as he grabbed the corsage from your mom.

"Y/N, it would be my honor, to accompany you to the 'Stars At Night Senior Prom.'" He says as he slips the flower onto your wrist.

"You don't have to do this for me." You whispered and he smiles.

"I want to." He says and holds out his arm. You smile and hook your arm with his and walk out.

"Don't keep her out to late." Your mom warns playfully as you two drive off.

You two arrive at the big hotel where the prom is and you step out and wait for Harry to come around.

You two walk in with linked arms and people stare.

"Y/N! Where is Dawson?" You friend Ashely asks.

"He's not here. This is Harry. My brother." You grin and she 'awws'

"Your brother! That's so cute!" She squeals and drags her date away.

"She's weird." Harry laughs and you nod and drag him to a table. You two get punch and then a slow song comes on. Harry stands up and stands in front of you and holds his hand out.

You take his hand and he walks you and him out to the dance floor. You put one hand on his shoulder and hold his other hand and you guys sway to the music.

"Thanks for taking me tonight." You whisper and smile up at him.

"No problem. I know how much you wanted to go...considering you would not shut up about it." He jokes and you giggle and rest your head on his shoulder and sigh.

Literally the best brother you could ask for.

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Ain't that just adorable? c:

I'm bored and I'm moving to Idaho in a few days so I have to pack. Uggghhhh.

I'm watching two 12 year olds make out 😳😳😳😳

Someone save me.