Just Like a Stallion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 2

Completely cutting myself off from the world with the loud music was probably a bad idea, considering I violently jumped in my seat.

I turned around to find lanky Harry standing there with his disheveled hair, dreamy green eyes, cheeky grin, all the while wearing a simple white v-neck, black jeans, and converse.

He was gorgeous.

“Ello love!”

I’ve now grown accustomed to him calling me “love” with his raspy voice. 

I replied, “Got my wallet?”

“That’s how you are going to greet me? What would of happened if I hadn’t taken a moment to stare at your bum as you walked away? Hmm…? I wouldn’t of found your wallet.”    

Once again, he smirked, which was just as recurring as his calling me “love.”  I gave him a dirty look and just held my hand out in hopes that he’ll finally give it to me. 

Alas, things with Harry are never that simple.

  “Hmm…not yet love.”  

  I shot him a look of annoyance when he said, “Tell me about yourself. I mean I know your full name -Ms. Charlotte Marie Dunham- your birthday is January 17th and you are 18 years old, but give me some more infatuating details.” 

“Seriously?” I growled. “Harry just give me the wallet!” 

He silently nodded. Before I could say anything he quickly swiped the wallet from his pocket and shoved it down his pants.

Awesome.

“You want it so bad? Go ahead and take it. Reach down my pants and you can have it!” He spat along with a huge devious grin spread across his face.

He was trying to push my buttons, however, I won’t let his malevolence defeat me. Or I won’t try to at least.

“Fine, for one thing, don’t call me Charlotte. I prefer  Charlie. And well I’m a student at the art university here in London. I live with my cat in my flat-“ I quietly giggled to myself, noticing that what I said had rhymed. Harry just gave me a funny look and smiled slightly.

“Erm… during my spare time I go to my Aunt’s ranch down in the countryside and ride.”

Hey that rhymed again, I thought to myself.

“What exactly are you riding?” he spoke softly, eyes widened, cheeky grin shown once again.

“My horse, you horny little bastard!” I spat.

  “Hey! You’re the one who failed to specify!” he said.

I rolled my eyes for what seemed the hundredth time, when he moved closer to me with his seat. I raised my eyebrows at his action. 

“Oh relax, don’t you ever like getting cozy with people?” he raised his voice slightly. 

I took a sip of my tea and waited for him to continue.

“So how long have you been riding… horses?”

He smirked after taking that brief pause.

“Since I was about six” I said calmly.

“Hmm, wow I’m going to have to see you ride sometime, maybe you’ll end up riding me.”

He winked and I just shoved him back to where he originally was and waited to be bombarded with more questions.

  "So, uhm, are you smart?" he asked curiously.

I gave him a perplexed look, and answered, "Well I was top 10 percent of my class in high school." I said nonchalantly.