CLASH (1D FanFic)

Chapter 7

"You? Coming with me? Eat? At the mall?" I raised my brows at him.

"Yup" He simply replies and nods.

"Oh, no no. You wouldn't like that idea" I told him honestly and motioned a laugh of disbelief and surprise.

"Why not?" He shrugged his shoulders.

"You do not know me, Harry"

"And?"

"I am not who you think I am" I smiled.

"Then, let me prove you that you are who I think you are." He says with full confidence and he plants a smile on his face.

Oh, well. This man is some sort of hard-headed-rock huh. Hmmm.

"Alright. So, you sure you are coming with, me? You're not turning back? Hundred percent sure?" My smile still looks like I'm challenging him whether to change plans or not.

"Hundred percent sure, madame" He playfully gestures a salute and I laugh at his move.

"You are really crazy." I shook my head smiling. "Remember, I warned you already. And, know that there will be a lot of possibilities you think are impossible, but are surely possible. And, know that I could do a lot of things you never will see coming" I looked up to glance at his eyes.

"Well, if I'm crazy for wanting to hang-out with a crazy person like you, then let's be crazy together" He winks again, and this time, he pinches the tip of my chin.

I laughed, as usual. I can't believe this man is really going on with his plan. This may sound crazy, but I think it's fun. Really fun.

I'm so eager to see his reactions and emotions. I am even more challenged to do a lot of crazy stuffs with him. And, my thought of Louis starts to fade away now that I feel I'm engaging to something and someone really worth having fun with.

"Alright then. Let's go, crazy Harry" I smiled at him once more before taking steps to walk.

I still couldn't believe that a stranger wants to be with me, knowing how demented I am myself.

The thing is, he thinks it would be okay, but unfortunately, it won't be. I don't settle for something 'okay'.

Being okay is pure shit. Okay is boring.

I am more of wanting to engross on something fun. And my subconscious and my veins are telling me that this Harry would be some sort of 'fun'.

"So, where we going first, Miss..."

"Jennifer. It's Jennifer" I offered my hand as we reached the parking lot.

"Oh, okay. Where we going, Jennifer?" He plants a deep smile after shaking with my hand.

"We're heading to my apartment first. I'm still on my school uniform, and wearing this while roaming around malls would be total shit for me. So, yeah" I answered as we walk towards my car as I lead him.

"Uhm, okay? So, do I look like shit?" He points to himself and I laugh.

"Of course, not. You look okay, Harry." I smile.

'And because you're just *okay*, I will turn you to something better than that' Oh get a life and fuck off, subconscious!

Harry smiles back at me. His face looks so innocent even with his messy curly hair and his not-so-many tattoos. He physically looks like some kind of a bad boy, but, his mellow voice and flaccid way of speaking makes my perspective look to the opposite; and by that, I am having a really hard time identifying his real attitude and personality.