I Hate You (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 3

The movie was over and we made it to the car. Harry opened the door for me and turned the music on.

Baby you light up my world like-

Yay, it was One Direction. Harry started singing along.

"You sound like him" I said.

"I would hope so since i am him." He said. Wait... the hoodie, the dimples, THE NAME. How did I not realize this before?!

"Your... your Harry Styles.."

"Yeah, I thought you knew that."

"Uh no.."

"How come?" He scoffed. "Couldnt you see me?"

"No, i have the stinken sunglasses on!" I said and took them off. I looked over and sure enough it was Harry Styles.

"Just drop me off here." I said.

"Why? Your house isnt anywhere near here."

"Id rather walk then be stuck with you."

"Why all of a sudden change in mood?" He asked.

"Because i found out who you are. Just drop me off."

"Whats that suppose to mean? You dont like me?"

"No, not at all." I said.

"Why?"

"I just dont. Your a player, a womanizer, your attitude, your hair, how you think your perfect, how you will go off solo, how you dress, how you went out with a girl twice as old as you. May i go on?" I asked barely getting to the point.

"Is that how you see me?"

I nodded. "But you just spent the last 5 hours with me.."

"Because i didnt know who you were and wasnt paying attention. I actually liked you."

"As in like like?"

I shrugged, honestly not knowing. "Can you just take me home?" I asked.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Why not?" I asked the 'human being' next to me.

"Because im going to get you yo not hate me." He said, smiling that perverted smie of his.

"That will take a long time." I said. I just opened the door and jumped out. I saw his car come to a stop.

"Are you crazy?! You could have killed yourself!" He screamed.

"Like you would care." I said brushing myself off. I got up and started walking.

"Whatever. I dont need you. I have every girl in the world falling at my feet." He said cockily.

"Exactly Harry." I said.

*Harrys POV*

WHat is wrong with that girl? How can she not like me? Everybody likes me. They have to. Im THE Harry Styles. I get what I want.

I turned around and drove to mine and Louis' house.

"Hey mate whats wrong?" Lou asked.

"Nothing." I answered, giving him a questioning look.

"You didn't give me a hug." He pouted. I gave him a hug and sat on the couch.

"Now will you tell me whats wrong?" He asked. "What? Had sex with a girl but she didn't like it? No, you would've liked it either way... She had a boyfriend? No... you wouldn't care. You-"

"Do you really see me like that? A womanizer? Just using girls?" I asked

He looked down. He knew he didn't mean to say that. He nodded a bit