Three months I found Love (Harry styles FanFic)

Unexpected

I walked away and felt really bad. Is that really hard for them to deal with my death, is it selfish of me to not to let them grief. They make it harder for me to move on; they make me feel scared and unprepared.

                I entered seven eleven, I saw a blonde thin tall girl wearing a summer dress talking with some girls. She looks familiar but I don’t know where I had seen her. They were laughing mockingly as I go near the racks and try to find anything good. These girls are annoying; I think they are gossiping about something, I just cannot concentrate with their exasperating stuck up bitch tone. I picked two Ritz and one Cheetos. I walked over to the counter and saw a tall curly boy with a green shirt and tight pants with white converse, he was already paying. I heard the girl said. “Are you sure you hooked up with that guy? He got freaky girly curls.”  I hoped it’s not him but as I hear the girls talked I’m sure it’s him.

“Stupid immature girls, I bet you broke her heart badly.” I muttered. I know it’s not my business but it’s my nature to always have a comment, and I want this guy to feel better.

I heard him chuckled.

“He’s so bad at kissing and he thinks he’s sexy even though he is not, maybe because of those little eleven year olds keep feeding him up with lies. And I just go out with him because he’s popular.” The blonde girl said it out loud and obviously like she intentionally wants us to hear it. I smirked and almost laugh on how she sounded so immature and stupid.

                Two hands were on my shoulder pulling me up against a hardened body with such a full force. Dark hair tickles my face and the other hand moves its way down my back almost on my butt, a soft passionate lips crash into mine that sends electricity down my spine and that something funny in my stomach. I don’t know what to do, I should not considerate this but the way he kiss, the way those soft fiery hands move, the way he smells. The way he stands so close in front of me and the way his hair tickles my face. I never felt like this before I mean no one ever made me feel like this before. He let go and it disappoints me so bad but I didn’t show it. I fluttered my eyes and saw a pair of two green eyes stared at me with a guilt-ridden smile on his face showing a cute deep dimple. Everything happens so fast but it felt like forever to me.

“Let’s go babe, you don’t need to buy that. I told you we have some in the penthouse.” His voice is husky, British and sexy (Sexy? Trust me I don’t know where that come from)

“I-“my head still feel dizzy from absorbing everything.

                He took the snacks from my both trembling hands and put them on the counter. I overlook the guy behind the counter and saw him agape and drooling with a mixed of shock; I just hoped my face doesn’t look like that now. The curly haired boy with a British accent whispered in my ear and again his curly hair tickles my cheek. I swallowed hard when his hot breath is touching my naked neck.

“Just play along and I’m sorry.”

                He took my hand and we stormed out of the room. I glanced at the two girls and disgust is written all over their faces. I focused on the tall blonde one and even in my blurry head I really think I have seen her already. Is she some girl from high school? I don’t think so, but she’s really pretty.

                I walk behind him like a robot with his hand intertwined with mine. Why on earth am I allowing this stranger to walk with me and did he just kiss me with no permission?

“Can you let go of me now?” my tone was outraged.

“Pardon me, lady it was necessary.” He sounded so humble and those green eyes really pierced through me.

“I’m not an actress and you don’t pay me and you kissed me.” I must look crazy with ferocity in my eyes and the way I moved my hands trying to explain everything.

“And you kissed back.” He mutters and grins. “With close eyes.” He added with a wink.

“You are an asshole.” I said walking away from him sulking.

                I hear him trail behind me and I don’t really care how good he kissed and how he made me feel when he did. I walked rapidly as I realize I took the wrong way. It must be the other way and I’m sure Stacey is looking up for me now. I cannot absorb all of these.

“What do you want?” I halt and faced him with exasperation.

“You’re forgiveness.” He smiled so big showing off that deep little dimple.

“Fine, you are forgiven. Now, leave me alone and out of my way, please.” I rolled my eyes at him and thrust him from the chest and he almost tripped.

“Wait, it doesn’t sound like you do, what’s your name? I bet it’s pretty because you are.” He’s now trailing beside me but I kept my face up ahead. I can feel him smiling right now.

“It’s none of your business, British boy.”

“My name is Harry, Harry styles.” He said proudly.

“Did I ask you?” I shook my head in disbelief of how irritating he is even though he kisses so great. Wait, what? I just couldn’t get rid of the thought on how he kissed. Arghh.

“I’m Harry, Harry styles.” He said it more clearly once again as if I didn’t hear him.

“I’m not deaf, I heard you, curly boy.” Why can’t I see Stacey anywhere? I just left her there.

“Then stop making up some nicknames. I’m from one direction by the way.” 

I halt crossing my arms in front of my chest with my brow raised as he offered his hand for me to shake. I shook it and felt hot electricity crawl up my spine and half of the feeling I felt when he kissed me all went back to me in an instant our hands met. I looked away from his gaze as I felt my cheeks turning red and burning. I cleared my throat signaling him to let go because he shakes my hand abnormally. He did and he looked away too feeling embarrassed. He is looking in every direction with his eyes fluttering and hands in his pocket with his feet doing nervous movements.

"I’m Melody Hayes, but they usually call me Mel.” My tone went smooth and normal without an outrage and he felt my sudden change of mood.

“Nice to meet you, Melody Hayes.” His smile went back on his face showing that deep dimple. “Don’t you recognize me?” he added slightly confused.

“I don’t think so; I never had a British friend or ever went to UK.” I smiled at him, focusing only on his face and I don’t really think I know him.

“You are really cute, but I’m not into those popular boys on the internet.” I couldn’t help but I checked out his lean muscled body. I didn’t notice awhile ago that he have lots of tattoos on both of his hands. I really like guys who have tattoos; they must be expressing something behind those marks.

“Thank you, you are very pretty.”

                I look at him and almost laugh. I’m used to people telling me I’m pretty but I never believed because I’m always insecure. But as I look at his expression and I already know he means it. I felt my cheeks grew hot again and my eyes starts to quiver but I shove that silly feeling aside quickly. He’s perfectly tall and I hate how he looks down on me with that big smile on his face.