Heated (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 15

Heated - Chapter 15

Harry's P.O.V.

(Didn't see that coming, did ya? Haha! — You did? Oh...)

I couldn't let it happen. I didn't want her to do it. Why did she even say yes? I just don't understand!

Knowing that she's out with that asshole is making the blood in my veins boil with so much anger and frustration. I'm trying my hardest not to just go over there and punch him in his throat - or better yet, his face! So that he won't be able to smile with those pearly whites of his anymore. I really won't hesitate to do it, especially since it involves Paige.

I know I shouldn't be acting crazy or anything since I don't even know what it is that we have, but I know for a fact that she is mine. And I will be protective of her no matter what. If that jerk even tries to touch her in any way, he'll get a permanent reminder of me whenever he looks into a mirror!

What right does he have asking Paige on this date with him?

I never thought that I'd like a girl as much as I like Paige. I mean, she's so different from any other girl I've ever been with. I don't know how she did it, but she definitely has an effect on me.

The world is a cruel place, at least for me it is. It has always been that way. It made me believe that no one could ever have any good in them, considering what I have experienced in my lifetime. Everyone I meet, to me, is heartless and bitter. But then there's Paige. How she does it? I will never know. But whenever I look into her eyes it is as though my dark and cruel world has been overthrown by the light in her eyes. Or maybe it's the way that she smiles at me and makes me believe that for once, everything is going to be alright.

I've never been one for the idea of "love", that's why I never practiced it. It's seems overrated and gives out too much heartbreak and hurt than what it should actually be doing - causing happiness. Love was just a four letter word to me, that's why I only participated in casual hookups with no strings attached. I thought that it would be the same with Paige; meet her, take what I want and leave. But it's quite the contrary the way we happened. And honestly, I couldn't be more happy about it.

Here I am; this heartless guy who doesn't even care for anything anymore, falls in love and cares the most for this girl who just so effortlessly comes into his life. Making him believe that love could actually exist. Her heart is so pure, innocent and beautiful, yet so strong. Just having her with me opened up my eyes to the possibility that maybe the world isn't as cruel as I make it out to be. But my world has truly become beautiful ever since she entered it.

I still remember that first day we met, and how she tasted when I kissed her. So sweet. It's like honey fell onto my tongue and now I'm addicted. I can't get enough. I yearn for her — If that doesn't sound too creepy.

She's truly beautiful. And the sad thing is; she doesn't even know it. I wish she could see what I see when I look at her, then maybe she'll believe it too.

Don't even get me started on her legs. Whenever I see them, I start thinking about all the ways that they could wrap around me.

Dammit, now I'm thinking about it!

Now's not the time to get excited, little Harry.

I really don't want that pathetic excuse for a guy to see all these things in her that I do, because I just know that he will fall for her as well. I mean, who wouldn't? She's amazing.

To think that I was the one poking fun at the guys who would talk about their girls like this, now I'm the one doing it! I never understood it and I'd always call them 'soft', but now, that's what I am; soft for Paige.