Styles' Killer

Miss Innocent

I woke up bright and early to continue my research from last night that I didn't bother to clean up. I sat down and a notification popped up on my screen. I clicked on the link and it led to my personal blog. A message was sent to me.

I don't fall in love.

I'm extremely confused. This random person messaged me they don't fall in love. Another message popped up.

But you can try! :) xxx

I groaned. It was just another person trying to hit on me. Don't take that in a cocky way but I've had a couple people try to get me to sext me. Yeah, not happening. I ran a hand through my hair and looked up from other girls Harry tends to sleep with what he's like. I had to do a bit of hacking but I got the information. Act flirty and semi-desperate. All these girls had only one thing in common. They do have black hair. The blue eyes is a trap.

Harry you aren't that clever. I got up and trudged to the kitchen. I pulled out a box of green tea and grabbed a single bag. I warmed up water in a red kettle. Waiting for it to whistle, I got my favorite black mug out of the cabinet. I hummed Jealous by Nick Jonas while doing a small little dance that I get a mission like this one and that I'm doing so well.

The kettle whistled breaking my little dance party. I set my mug down on the counter and pour the the hot water. I open the tea bag packet and start repeatedly dunking it. I hopped up on the counter and kept dunking the tea bag until it was as strong as I liked it. I sipped it and smiled to myself, humming in delight at the taste. Green tea always calmed me in my roughest situations.

Once I finished my tea I sat back behind my desk and just stared at my computer screen. What do I do? How do I approach him tonight? I look up something innocent that he may want to ruin. Not as in destroy but ruin the innocence part of it. I settled on a white vintage cocktail dress and ballet flats to match. I reserved them until I got to the little boutique that sold it to pick it up.

Once I got back from the shop I tried on the dress and immediately knew I would be wearing it more than once. It not only looked fucking adorable but also super innocent. I decided to just wear this until it was time to go to the bar. I sat back down on and just blogged and read my digital books until it was to go.

I showed up to the bar all dolled up and I basically looked like a modern version of Marilyn Monroe. I got many glances from boys and girls. Some of them looked like perverts ready to fuck me and others looked at me like I shouldn't be here. I sat on a stool and was immediately asked what I wanted. I just ordered a Apple Martini. Again, I was given it extremely quickly.

I sipped on it looking around. It wasn't long before I spotted the dreamy Harry Styles. He, of course, was flirting with a girl who was dressed in barely anything. I picked up my drink and walked over. He was about to kiss her when I faked a stumble and fell between them. I was caught by the girl, she took one look at me and dropped me. I hit the floor and whined in pain. I also spilt my drink. Not on me, but I wasted half of it.

Harry picked me up kindly while the girl he was trying to kiss scowled at me. I smiled to myself when she wasn't looking. I won your man, bitch. She stomped of once Harry started checking if I was okay.

"Not to be rude, but why the fuck did you fall?" He spoke and I put on my most innocent face and accent I could.

"Well, sir, that was actually rude but if you must now I tripped and fell. If it wasn't obvious already." He chuckled. I realized I sounded too much like myself and not like the innocent girl I'm supposed to be posing as. I acted as if the realization just hit me. "Oh, god, wait! You were hitting on that girl! Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know! I- uh-."

"No, no. It's fine." He wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me in. "I'd much rather have you." His other hand trailed up my arm to my neck. "So, innocent and unknowing. A delicate, pure version of Marilyn Monroe." I blushed and looked down.

"I guess you could say I'm innocent. Though, that's what everyone thinks when they first see me." I looked up and made direct eye contact as I slipped what was left of my drink.

"Oh, so you aren't all innocent? Would you like to show me how?" He smiled. Be still my heart. I pulled him in why the back of his neck slowly until my lips lightly brushed against his ear.

"I would love to, but you'd owe me a favor." I whispered.

"Enlighten me, Miss Innocent."