You were walking to class. You’re in University and studying in London. For some reason, your alarm clock decided not to wake you up at the correct time and so now, you’re late for class. As you were walking, it started to rain, dotting your clothes with tiny, wet circles. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” You exclaimed out loud, knowing that nobody was beside you at the time. Or, so you thought. “Oi, language, missy.” A husky, British voice said. You turned around, agitated, only to face a broad chest right in front of you. You lifted your head up and came to across two bright, jade orbs staring at you. The rain was clouding your vision so you couldn’t make out who the mysterious man was, but you couldn’t care less. “I’ll talk how I fucking want to.” You spat, turning your heel. He chuckled and quickly stood in front of you again, blocking your path from going anywhere else. “Can you move!? I’m already late as it is!” You exclaimed, glaring at the blurry face. You looked closer and saw that it was non other than Harry Edward Styles, with a cocky grin on his face.“Let me give you a ride.” He said. You were already irritated, no matter how famous and pretty the young Chesire boy is. “No, now move.” You said, trying to move past him. By now, you soaking wet and shivering, obvious to Harry. “C’mon, love. You’re shivering, you’ll get sick. Please, I have a car.” He said, too charming for your liking. I guess he can’t really hurt me, considering that he’s a celebrity and not some creep off the streets, you thought. “If you have a car, then why are you walking in the rain?” You questioned. “I-uh…” He trailed, kicking his feet like a shy little boy. “I saw you walking and-well, I thought that you could use a ride.” He said, rushing his last sentence. “Fine.” You said. You honestly would have done anything to get out of this rain, even if it means getting in the car with someone that didn’t really have a great first impression.Harry starting walking and you followed, seeing a huge, black, and extremely clean, Range Rover. You got inside and it was also very clean. Something you didn’t really expect. “Like what you see?” Harry said slyly, noticing your gaze across the insides of his car. “Your car is just really… Neat. Does your maid clean it for you, or something?” You said, sarcastic but actually wondering if he had a maid for that. Harry burst out laughing, shaking his head and clapping once. “I don’t have a maid, love.” He concluded. “Oh…” You trailed. “I didn’t get to introduce myself,” He started the car, starting to drive cautiously due to the rain. “I’m Harry.” He said, looking at you with lop-sided a grin and a dimple dotting his cheek. “I know. In fact, I’m pretty sure the whole world knows your name.” You muttered. You didn’t really understand why you were so bothered, probably because you never liked celebrity attitudes, and his came off as cocky, instantly bugging you. Plus, it’s just been a bad day.
“Oh, well, I just thought that you didn’t. Nobody’s really been… I dunno, snappy, at me. Most girls would have jumped at the chance to get a ride from me.” He said, not cockily, but confused. But to you, it came off smug. “I bet.” You simply replied, only wanting to get to class with at least an hour to spare. “So… I never caught your name.” Harry said, still keeping his stare on the road, but trying to engage conversation with you. “Well, you never asked.” You said simply. “Well, what’s your name, love?” He said, amused. “[Y/N].” You replied. You didn’t really want conversation, you wanted to get to class. Harry didn’t respond, probably understanding your annoyed state. “Where am I taking you?” He asked. You then realized that he missed your turned. “Damn it!” You groaned. “We missed the turn. It was all the way back there, then you just take a right and keep straight until you see the building.” You explained.Harry turned the car around, soon taking the route you told him to take. Soon, you were at your building and running inside, not even thanking Harry for the ride, even though you know you should have. “You’re welcome!?” You heard Harry shout from behind you. You quickly turned around and winked, mockingly, before running into the room your class is in, an hour to spare. - Next Day - It was a sunny day, and your classes didn’t start for another 3 hours. You had no idea what to do, so you decided to take a walk for the mean time until your roommate gets back from class. You were walking the same street you usually do for your class when you spotted the exact same Range Rover. Oh shit, you thought. You immediately turned around to walk away until you heard Harry’s raspy voice call your name. “[Y/N]! Wait!” He yelled as you continued to walk away. He quickly caught your wrist. You turned around. “Oh, uh-well, hello.” You uttered awkwardly. He chuckled. “Hey.” He said with his grin to one side, making his dimple prominent and his eyes sparkle. You cursed yourself for thinking he was so attractive. You wanted to avoid him, knowing his reputation with women. “I was just leaving.” You said, abruptly. “I’ll go with you.” He insisted. “Mm, no.” You shook your head, walking away again, only for Harry to catch up to you. “Why?” He asked, his eyes burning holes in your face. “Because.” You shrugged. Harry huffed and caught your wrist again, halting you to a stop. “Why won’t you actually talk to me properly?” He asked, equally agitated. “I don’t like to talk to guys like you.” You spat. “What do you mean, guys like me? You don’t even know me!” He exclaimed. “I’ve heard enough about you, Mr. Styles, and your reputation!” You shot back.Harry instantly knew you were talking about the women he’s always rumored with and how paparazzi portray his imagine. “Those aren’t even true! Well, I mean, some but, not all! I’m not who they say I am, [Y/N]!” He exclaimed, his arms flying every which way. “Anyone would say that to defend themselves! Why would I believe you?” You reasoned. He huffed his breath on your face and you realized how close you two actually were. Chests almost touching, faces so close than you could feel each other’s breath. “Just… Give me a chance.” He said, softening his eyes. He said it quietly, as if he was pleading, begging, convincing you. His facial expression held disappointed for you believing the rumors and hope that you would give him a chance to prove himself to you. Because, to him, the minute he saw you struggling in the rain, saw your face, he knew that he had to know you, to have you, to hold you, just to know who you were and have you in his life. He felt as if he needed you.You looked into his eyes, debating if he was really worth it. If it was worth it. You knew how charming he could be, how easily you could let yourself fall for him if you didn’t constantly remind yourself to keep your barrier up. You didn’t know if your next decision was smart, but you decided that life is about risks, and living to the fullest. “Okay. But no funny business, I’m not like those girls you meet at clubs.” You warned as he breathed out in relief, smiling so big that you thought his cheeks would rip, but still looking amazingly attractive. “I promise, you won’t regret this, [Y/N].” And you never did.
