Everything I've Been Searching For (A Harry Styles Fanfiction) {Completed}

Chapter 6: Conceited

*Aubrey's POV*

I walked to the corner crossing to the other side, then in the distance I saw two figures. One was slightly taller than the other. Then I realized it was Harry and Louis. Harry looked at me and I just smiled.

"Hello! Fancy meeting you here!" I exclaimed.

"Uhmm... Yeah... Hello again." Harry stuttered. He then looked off to the side pursing his lips and cursing himself out in his head most likely. I chuckled and walked in as he held the door open. What a gentleman. I always heard bad things about Harry like:

'He's a womanizer.'

'Manwhore.'

'He dates old people and has multiple hookups.'

'He's a conceited asshole who's consumed in his fame.'

To me the accusations seemed false. I didn't know Harry on a personally level he didn't seem like a guy to use girls.

"Are you Aubrey?" The man behind the counter asked me.

"Yes. I am." I said.

"Great, you're here early! I'll interview you now. Follow me." I followed the man into the back and into an office. He sat down behind the desk and I sat in the chair on the other side. "Okay Aubrey. My name's Aidan. You're 18? Correct?" Aidan asked.

"Mhm." I hummed.

"Okay so you've worked at a Starbucks before?" He said looking at a sheet of paper.

"Yes, but I had quit because in my hometown guys from my school would constantly come in and annoy me and hold up the line. But obviously that wouldn't happen here." He nodded and flipped though more papers.

"Well you have a squeaky clean record. You just graduated high honors. Do you plan on going to collage?" He asked.

"Yes. I want to get money beforehand though. Plus I'm taking about two years off before I go back." He nodded.

"Well Aubrey, I guess you're hired. You can start tomorrow in the morning shift? Around 5amish." Aidan said. I nodded.

"Thank you, Aidan! I'll see you tomorrow?" I said he nodded and flipped through paperwork. I got out front walking to the end of the line. I got a grande carmel frapp with whip cream on top and a small pastry. I was about to walk out when I heard a husky voice behind me.

"Hey, you dropped this." I turned around and Harry was standing there holding out a dollar. I grabbed in brushing his hand slightly, small tingles being left at the contact area. I looked at my hand and then stuffed the dollar in my pocket.

I cleared my throat. "Uhm. Thanks." I stated.

"I don't mean to bother you but, what's your name?" He asked.

"Aubrey." I stated and he nodded.

"Beautiful name. Uhm. I'm Harry but I think you know that." He said sticking out his hand. I took it carefully feeling tingles at the gesture. I released his hand and looked at my watch.

"Crap..." I muttered. "Uhm. It was nice meeting you, Harry. But I have to go. By-" I started but Harry cut me off.

"Hold on. Uhm... Here's my number." He said handing me a small slip of paper. I took it and shoved it in my pocket. He winked and walked back to the table where Louis was sitting. They high fived and I narrowed my eyes. I stormed over to the table. I reached into my pocket and slammed the dollar and the number down on the table. Both the boys jumped.

"If you think I'm that easy then you're mistaken pretty boy." I hissed sending Harry a death glare. His expression softened.

"I didn't mean t-" he started but harshly cut him off.

"Save it Styles." I snapped walking off leaving him and Louis in shock. I walked out of the Starbucks holding my head high. No asshole could mess with me. Now I saw right through this kids act.

*Harry's POV*

"I thought that would have worked." Louis said in disbelief.

"We'll it didn't now did it?" I snapped. Louis looked at me.

"Don't get pissed at me!" He retorted.

"Let's just go..." I trailed off storming out to the car with Louis in toe. I slammed the door and leaned my head on the window.

"I'm sorry Haz." Louis said.

"Save it." I snapped. Louis sighed and kept driving. We pulled into the back of the hotel and went inside. I got to my room and I fell flat on my stomach. My phone vibrated and I picked it up. It was a text from some girl. She kept texting me when I wouldn't answer. Eventually I shut my phone off and slammed it on the bad side table. My life sucks. Yeah I'm doing what I love... But I have nobody to love. I'm just a cocky bastard that no one wants to date. I'm like a toy and all I do is use people out of rage. It's sad I know, but with all the hatred built up inside me I couldn't help it. But now I was getting fed up. I stripped off my shirt crawling under my sheets. I turned on my side staring at the wall. I brought my hands up in front of my face. I grabbed the bracelets I had been wearing off. I then saw the fading scars on my wrist. I hadn't cut in a long time. I learned how to resist it. All the hatred is what pushed me to do it. It still hasn't does down and probably never will. Whatever I do I'll always be 'Harry Styles the conceited asshole.'

"Harry?" I heard a few knocks at my door. It was Louis. I pretended to be asleep and be slowly opened the door. He sighed loudly and closed the door walking down the hallway.

"He's asleep." I heard Louis tell someone. "I don't know Liam. He's never been this bad before. I don't know what's going on." He continued.

"We'll I'm going to find out. He seems to be getting worse from what you told me. He's never snapped at you." Liam said.

"I know..." Louis trailed off.

"Hey don't worry about it mate. We'll figure it out." I then heard them walking and there was slight mumbling every now and then. I huffed and sat up. I rubbed my face and then got up. I went to the bathroom. I leaned on the counter and stared at my reflection. Maybe people were right. Maybe I really was conceited. I ran a hand through my hair biting my lip. I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed a shirt throwing it over my head. I sprayed some cologne on myself and put on a little deodorant. I fixed my hair in the mirror and walked into the hallway. I heard chatter in the main room so I walked towards it.

"Hey Haz!" Liam said. I nodded to him in acknowledgement. His face dropped along with everyone else's. I walked to the door opening it.

"Where are you going?" Niall asked me.

"Out." I grunted. I slammed the door and walked down the hall.

"Harry. Where are you going?" I heard Paul roar.

"Out. I don't know." I grunted.

"By yourself?" He asked.

"Yup." I stated pressing the button on the elevator. I didn't know where the hell I was going, but I needed to get away.

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It's been like 4 months! I finally took it off hold because well... No more writers block!!! Yay.

Anyways I'll write and update for YGA, Rise, and this all possibly tonight. Not sure! You'll find out! Okay ttyl ppl!

Thanks for reads, votes, etc.

~Dani.xx