These Things I've Done

Part 2.

"Hello," a raspy voice answered. "Oh, I think I have the wrong number. Sorry," I said, about to hang up. " Wait, wait. Is this the coffee shop girl? " he asked. I noticed it was the right boy. " Yeah. haha. You just sounded different," "I get that a lot, what's your name, love?" he asked. " Stephanie Mysers, and yours?" "Harry Styles," my draw dropped. "Problem? " I heard him smirk through the phone. "No, no. " Harry Styles. He is really famous in our city. He almost killed his dad and beat his sister boyfriend. Just thinking of it sent shivers down my spine. "Let me take you out. " He more of demanded then asked. " oh, okay." I didn't want to tell him no. Not with the back ground he has. " tomorrow at 7 then? text me your address I'll pick you up. " I didn't know if I should send him my right address. It could put my family in danger. "Okay, bye love" he said. "Wait, Harry? " "Yeah?" "How many girls have you slept with this past year? " " Odd question to ask." there was a long silence. "32," I heard him mumble. "O-okay. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye. " I hung up.

***

"Steph! A cute boy is here to pick you up! " my mom shouted up the stairs. I took one last look in the mirror making sure my hair was still curled and makeup was still nice. I went with a white high to low dress with a brown belt, and some vintage flats. "Coming!" I shouted as I grabbed my clutch and walked down stairs. " Hi, " I said as I walked around the door way. " You look stunning, " Harry smirked. "He seems nice, finally someone who knows how to treat a girl, " my mom whispered to me, " Have fun you two. keep her safe." "Of course Ms. Mysers" Harry said. "Shall we?" he offered me a hand. " Lets just get this over with, " I sighed.

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" Why did you ask how many girls I was with? " We just order. "Um..." I looked at my hands. " I'm not looking for a one night stand. I want something real. And long." Harry just started to look around. "So, are you into any singers? " Harry finally spoke after about 5 minutes. " I like Ed Sheeran, Demi Lovato, and stuff like that. Music that says something. What about you?" "It really depends on how I feel. I mean, if I'm happy, I'm not going to go listen to a signer who sings mostly about bad stuff, you know?" I nodded. "Here's your food, " said the waiter, sitting our food in front of us before walking to check on a different table.

I noticed Harry's Muscle tense, he was looking towards the door. "Harry?" "We have to go, " my eyes were scanning for a sign. All I saw was a group of muscular men. Harry took my hand as we walked to pay. Suddenly getting over protective.

"Harry, what was that about? " I asked as we got into the car. " You wouldn't understand, " his voice was very deep. " D-do you fight those boys?" the worst just had to pop into my head. " I'm so sorry, Stephanie, " he mumbled. The rest of the car ride was quite.

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" Thanks, it was a nice night. " I said as Harry walked me to my door. " Can I call you? " "I don't know, Harry, sorry." I looked at my hands. I really didn't want to date someone like him. I mean, what if he gets arrested? I can't do it. " Okay. Bye, thank you for the night. just text me if you get it figured out," he said as he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I watched him walk to his car before turning and going inside. "How was it?!" my mom asked right away. " Give me a minute, " I said walking past her into the kitchen. I grabbed a cup from the self and poured myself some iced tea. My mom was stalking my every move. "It was good mom," I said after taking a sip of tea. " He was perfect "(lies) "Ya!" she clapped. " I'm going to change, " I mumbled.

I picked my phone up off of my bed to see a text from Harry.

' I'm sorry, I didn't know those guys were going to be there. I have gotten into fights with him before, but if you would just call me and let me explain. please. ' I let out a deep sigh. I don't think I can do this.