Devilish || Harry Styles ||

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"Such a little fúcking baby." I get shouted at.

Everyday. Everyday I get the same comments. I've learned to deal with it, although it hurts.

I flinch as these comments get thrown at me.

"You made me trip and fall you bítch!" A girl named Chloe yells at my face.

"I-I said I was sorry! It wasn't even me, someone pushed me into you. I'm sorry.." I sheepishly reply.

"You're a liar! Why don't you just own up to it? You hate me, so you pushed me." She yells hatefully.

I respond back, "I don't even know you!"

It's true, I have no idea who she is, but apparently this girl thinks she's the shít of the town.

"Hey, hey! Chloe..I'm sure she didn't mean to." A random voice calls.

My eyes dart around the room to see who said that, but I don't see anyone stepping up except a whole crowd looking around for that voice.

Suddenly, a tall male with curly brown hair steps through the crowd into the middle of Chloe and I. Who is he? Whoever he is...he's hot as hell oh my god.

"H-Harry?" Chloe asked dumbfounded as she turned around to see the curly headed boy.

The boy named Harry smirks and looks at her, "Yeah...it's me again babe." Oh my god that smirk could put you down in seconds. Holy hell.

I end up staring a bit too long, and the Harry boy seems to notice, "Hi gorgeous." He looks at me and smirks devilishly.

My knees start to wobble, and I feel as if I could pass out any second. I've seen this guy before...but I never knew his name. Yeah, I always see him walking with his little group of friends, but I never actually noticed how damn fine he is up close.

I blink a few times before opening my mouth to speak, "E-Eva. Eva. That's my name...uh, don't wear it out. Heheh." I put on my best fake smile and mentally slap myself.

What the actual fúck Eva? No one says that anymore!

Chloe laughs and flips her dyed blonde hair over her shoulder, "Harry. Can't you see that she has a huge crush on you? Look at her face!" My cheeks heat up and I believe a bit of pink has tinged my cheeks.

"Why would you care Chloe? We broke up a few months ago. Why the fúck would you care? Huh? Maybe you're just fúcking head over heels for me instead." Harry smirks that devilish smirk and two dimples pop out of his cheeks. Damn. Those are so cute.

Chloe's cheeks stain with pink, "I fúcking hate you Harry. Stop trying to ruin me.." And with that, Chloe storms off, somewhere out in the unknown.

Harry rubs the back of his neck and tugs on his black lip ring. I stare at him, not knowing what to say, and I admire his looks. Black t-shirt and black tight ass jeans that go along with his black lip ring and the tattoos that almost cover his right arm..and a few scattered on his left.

For some reason..I got a weird vibe from him. But I really like him.

Be careful Eva. You don't know about him..

"Sorry about that Eva..Chloe's just..she never used to be like that.." Harry bites at his lip ring.

"What do you mean?" I ask. I wonder what she was like if she never used to be this way.

"When I met her..she was, pure. Innocent. Sweet as can be. And I..loved it. Well..she was that way until..I..um someone ruined her. Not saying who exactly. She started partying a lot more. Her attitude got more sour, she was constantly hooking up with fúcking nasty ass dudes..she drank a lot more..um, smoked..? And she even..tried drugs before. Chloe was not innocent or pure anymore. She turned into a slütty whøre. I don't mean to say it like that way, but it's true." Harry finishes his story and I stand there in awe. I can't believe Chloe was actually like that. I only met her a few minutes ago and she seemed like a bítch but now I see how she used to be.

"Wow." Was I could say.

Harry nodded slowly, "Uhm. Be careful Eva."

What?

"Wha-" I start to ask but Harry just cuts me off, "Just be careful." And he runs away. Literally. He jogs away.

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I didn't understand a lot of what Harry said. Be careful about what? Walking home? I do this everyday.

"Hey!" I hear a voice call from behind me. What? I turn around and I see Chloe running towards me.

What the hell does she want?

"Look..Chloe, I don't fúcking want to start shít with you." Suddenly, confidence seems to come forth to me. Chloe seems taken aback when I tell her this..yet she stays, "You fúcki-" Chloe starts but sighs, "look..I'm not here to start shít with you. Just hear me out."

I roll my eyes and look at her, "Well go on!" Chloe mumbles, "Bítch..anyways, please be careful..around Harry. He's not..what you think he is."

I shake my head and sigh loudly, "Ugh why is everyone telling me to be careful?!" Chloe shushes me and continues,

"Anyways.." She growls, "Harry isn't a good guy. He just isn't. All he does is fúck around with innocent girls..like you. He takes advantage of them and tricks them into thinking he's the kindest guy alive. He isn't. That's how he starts off. But really, he just wants sex and to play games. Love games I mean. Don't fall for him..like I did." And Chloe walks away.

I don't understand what it is with everyone today. I don't care what she says, Harry seems like a sweetheart. And I really like him. Chloe's just a shít starter. Right? Right. Harry is adorable. He wouldn't try to hurt anyone..?

Fúck Chloe.

I like Harry.