Innocent

Prologue

I stood watching my boyfriend flirt with other girls at a New Years party our friend Tom had invited us to. I played with the hem of my skirt and I felt betrayed and jealous, I didn't expect him to be the flirty type. Wiping away a few angry tears I told Tom I was using his shower so he shouldn't come in.

I ran up the stairs into Tom's bedroom to use his private bathroom. I stepped into the room to see a curly haired boy sitting on the bed with a drink barley drunk in his hands.

"Are you okay?" I asked who I recognised to be Harry Styles.

"Not really a party person." He shrugged. I nodded and left to use the bathroom, not in the mood for stuck up famous guys. The alcohol was getting to the better of me as I stumbled over to the shower.

I turned the heat up and stripped down until I was naked. I stepped in the shower and let the heat take over. Ok so what if Harry Styles was outside this bathroom? I knew he was friends with Tom but I didn't think he'd be here. And so what if my boyfriend is probably kissing some other girl? I sighed and stepped out of the shower. I pulled back on my clothes and let my hair hang loose and wet on my back.

After cleaning my makeup so I didn't look like a panda I went back into Tom's room to find Harry there, still. He laughed at me quietly before his lips formed a smirk, revealing his famous dimples.

"That was odd." He said to me, referring to my shower.

"I needed it." I shrugged and sat next to him on the edge of the bed. "What's weird is Harry Styles sitting upstairs alone, claiming not to be a party person."

"Not this party." He sighed.

"Agreed." I nod and chuckle a bit.

"Why?" He asked me after a while of silence.

"Why what?" I tried to avoid the subject. He raised his eyebrows and I gave in. "Fine, my boyfriend is probably cheating on me right this second and I thought the shower would help it all go away. I'm to lazy to argue with him right now." I paused. "Harry, will you go and see what he's doing?" I begged him.

"Okay, if you need me too. Is he the dick wearing a red T-shirt and jeans?" He asked me. I laughed and nodded before he left me. And that was when I think I began to like Harry Styles. A small crush, he treated me better than my boyfriend ever did and I'd known him for 10 minutes. I got bored and laid down on the bed, letting the alcohol take me into a deep sleep.

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"What the fuck is this?" A loud and familiar voice yelled. Why? Where was I?

"Maybe if you cared enough about your so called GIRLFRIEND you would know?" Another loud voice shouted making me wince.

"You'll fucking wake her, pretty boy." My boyfriend, George, spoke softly and spitefully. "What, did you fuck her? Good one isn't she? The only reason I'm with her to be honest. Good luck picking up the pieces." Was the finial thing he said before the noise of somebody's fist meeting his jaw. I waited for it all to die down until I pretended to wake up. Whoever it was I just wanted to hug them tightly. I sprung my eyes open to see Harry Styles sitting at the end of a bed with a bruised face.

"Urm is this real?" I asked, sitting up.

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