only angel // harry styles

two-time thing

in which the two enemies, bri and harry, show their true sides and how they use each other to take their anger out.

smut contains: begging, orgasm denial, hair pulling, spitting, degradation, etc.

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Harry Styles.

If someone were to ever ask me the question, 'who would you kill if you had the opportunity?', my answer would one hundred percent be Harry Styles.

The way he carried himself, the arrogance radiating off of him was enough to piss me off and to make it even better, we hated each other. Not the kind of hate where you didn't interact or pretended like the other didn't exist; the kind of hate where all you would do was argue and bicker 24/7 for no reason.

And the thing is, Harry knew how worked up he would get me. He would tease me, anger me on purpose just to get my reaction to the things he was doing.

It pissed me off and I tried not to give in to his arguments but fuck, he was just so fun to argue with.

"Hey Bri Bri," Harry said, walking up to me after our lecture had ended while I was leaving the classroom.

"I told you not to fucking call me that," I said, already ticked off that he used the nickname that I hated. I don't even know where it came from but one day I was Bri to him and the next, I was Bri Bri.

He liked to make fun of me too by saying that I looked like Doc Mcstuffins from that one kids tv show which led to him calling me Bri Bri Mcstuffins on occasion when he really wanted to piss me off.

"Come on Bri Bri," Harry said, trying to catch up to me. "Talk to me. I'm bored."

"Harry your friends are standing right there," I said, pointing to Niall and Zayn who were fucking around a few feet behind me and Harry. The two of them were always extremely nice to me so I don't know why Harry wasn't. I don't know what prompted him to be like this with me.

I didn't do anything wrong. Harry always started the arguments; it was never me.

"Come on it's not like you have anyone to go home to," Harry spoke, a small smirk on his face like he knew I was going to be home alone tonight.

My roommate Alyssa had gone back home for the weekend, leaving me home alone for about three days.

"And how do you know I'm not going to meet up with friends, Harry? God you act like I don't have a social life," I responded, turning around to walk away before I felt his arm latch onto my elbow.

"Come on Bri-"

"Styles!" I heard Niall call, the two of them running up to catch up with the two of us. "Oh, hey Bri."

"Hi Niall. Hi Zayn," I said, sending a small wave, being polite towards the two of them. They were absolute sweethearts and I don't know how Harry got along with either of them.

"Where are you headed, Bri?" Zayn asked.

"I have one more lecture and then I'm going home," I responded. "Which means I actually do have to leave now. So bye Niall and Zayn."

"What about me?" Harry asked, offended I didn't say bye to him.

"You can go fuck off!" I said to Harry, flipping him off while I started walking away from them. Thank god I was finally rid of him.

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Introduction to Sociology.

One of my favorite classes I was taking this year because it interested me and intrigued me in the material I was learning.