Love Hurts { Harry Styles FanFiction }

Chapter 18: "Just do what you feel is right."

Sasha's POV

I clasped onto Harry's hand as he opened the door to his apartment building. I hugged myself as a gust of cold wind flew by me. He led me towards the mail room before we went over to the elevator.

He chuckled quietly at me. I probably looked like a lost puppy or something. I playfully rolled my eyes and pulled him into the elevator. He cornered me into the wall and placed a hand on either side of my head.

" I got you babe." he playfully growled and wiggled his eyebrows.

I giggled and pulled his face down so his lips could meet mine. I caught his bottom lip in-between mine. I slipped my hand under his beanie and tangled my fingers in his hair. He hummed against my lips and slid 1 of his arms down the wall next to me and firmly gripped my waist. My teeth lightly bit onto his lower lip which caused him to give out a low moan. Did I make him do that? When his lip slipped out of my hold, he grazed his tongue over my bottom lip, which in turn, made me sigh in content. I began to open my mouth a bit as his hand slid lower and lower and lower before--

" Harry?" a disappointed voice spoke.

Our eyes snapped open and I shoved Harry off of me... We probably should have waited for the doors of the elevator to shut all the way.

Harry awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. " Oh... Um, hey Emily."

I shielded my eyes from them. Just great. I haven't even uttered a single word to this girl, but still, I feel as if she already hates my guts. A pretty strong impression to make from someone you haven't even seen before.

" Who's this?" she asked, referring over to me.

" Emily, this is my girlfriend, Sasha. Sasha, this is my neighbor, Emily." He introduced us, softly reaching over and tugging on my hand to reveal my face.

I risked a glance up at her and oh wow was this girl gorgeous. Wouldn't be surprised if Harry liked her more than me or was just using me to get her jealous. She was a natural "ginger" with straight, layered hair and blonde dip-dyed ends. Freckles were lightly splattered over her nose and her light green eyes ran up and down my body before gave me a small smile.

I tilted my head a little to the side and gave her a soft smile back. I liked her. She seemed really nice, a trait that more people in my school need. I mean, I guess there were some nice people there, just not to me. I get it though. They don't want to get hurt too and I'm fine with that.

"Girlfriend? Good to know you're sticking to one girl, Harold." she smirked at him.

I watched as Harry shifted uncomfortably on his feet and pretended to be interested in the carpet pattern. The elevator dinged. He led me to his apartment and opened the door.

"Bye!" I waved back to her before he pushed me into his apartment.

"Hungry?" he asked me.

"Sure." I said skeptically.

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Harry's POV

I pushed back the sofas in the living room and cleared some space to lay down the mat. I placed down some extra pillows around it just incase. Hopefully Sasha doesn't fall and get hurt. I was going to teach her some self-defense. It would really come in handy with her.

I sat down on the sofa and waited for her to finish getting dressed. She walked out of my bedroom wearing a pair of black sweatpants that I gave her and a dark red crop-top that had short sleeves. I held in my laugh at how she had to roll up the top of the pants and tie it tightly in order for it to stay up. She stuck out her tongue at me and walked over.