Ugly (Dark Harry Styles AU)

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

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What a weird name, I thought; maybe it's a nickname. Maybe he was given that name after one of his nightly conquest... Oh gosh, he looks rough and kinky. My dirty mind.

"Savage?"

"Yeah, is their something wrong with that?" He snaps. Why must he take everything so personal? He definitely has anger issues.

"Calm down, I wasn't making fun of you. I just want to know where you got that nick name from?"

"It's not important, mind your own business."

"Then mind your own business," I sass, walking around the counter to stand in front of him and crossing my arms. His eyes falters down for a millisecond, taking in the generous amount of cleavage I accidentally put on display. The black v-neck and short shorts' that employees were required to wear are no help in being modest. 

Quickly recovering his composure, Savage growls, tightly holding onto the sides of his camera until his knuckles turn white, "Are you always such an annoying bit.ch?"

Am I supposed to take him serious after he just checked out my boobs? I roll my eyes at my thoughts; men will be men. This guy is funny. 

"Are you always such a quick tempered butt face?" I fire back, taking a step forward and straightening my back to seem taller.

His somber, pique expression abruptly and abnormally transforms into one of amusement, as he tilts his head back and lets out a heart-warming laugh, "Butt face?"

I don't understand his mood swings, but it was hard to keep a straight face with such a handsome man laughing, so soon enough I was laughing too. His name may be Savage, however, I am not perturbed. The only thing that is troubling about Savage is how unrealistically good-looking he is. His bad attitude doesn't move me.

"Don't laugh at me, I'm serious," I said, our laughing coming to an end and leaving us smiling at each other. He really is a mystery.  

"I think we started off on the wrong foot," he starts.

I smile to myself, although technically we just met today and there was not much history behind our bad start, he did give a pretty bad first impression of himself and I am always willing to give people a chance to redeem themselves. God knows how many times I gave my mom a chance to start over. I've decided. 

Putting out my hand, I reintroduce myself, "I'm Payton Gatz."

Probably not a good idea to be talking to this man, let alone start over and pretend that everything he said earlier didn't happen, but it's so hard to ignore him. His bizarre behavior was oddly alluring and my curiosity out-weighed the warning signs.

I'm definitely not a person who likes to assay a book by its cover; why should one prejudge the worth or value of something based off first impression and appearance alone? Before buying a book, I always like to open it up to a random page and read whatever's on it. Based of what I see inside, is how I determine whether its worth my time.

"Hello Payton Gatz, my name is Harry Styles, it's a pleasure to meet you," he winks, grabbing my hand and sponging a soft kiss on my knuckles, my cheeks go crimson and I look to the side bashfully. What a cheeky fellow.

My presumptions before were right then, I'm guessing Savage is his nickname and his real name is Harry? I would ask, however, someone gets pissy when questions are asked about his name. I rather not ruin the moment.

He carefully removes his camera from around his neck and places it on the table, "So what are you planning on doing after SAIC?"

"Well I want to be an event photographer. I love catching people in action, especially when they don't notice they are being photographed, makes everything seem more real. Got two years left so I'm almost there. How about you?" I say as I sit down in a bar chair next to Harry. I can spare a few more minutes.