*Harrys POV*
Sunday.
I sat in bed all the next day thinking about what happened between me and Louis. Was I really a womanizer? No because they all enjoy it. Besides I don't care, Im Harry Styles, I can get any girl I wanted to. Who cares what they think?
I took out my phone and went through my contacts to see who I could text. Then I remembered that I have Aliys number.
Hi Aliy. Wanna go on a date with me? -Harry xx
I didn't get a response. I decided to call her.
"What Harry?" She answered angrily.
"Wanna go on a date with me?"
"No. Goodbye." She said and hung up on me. I pouted.
cmon babe why not? xxxxx
Exactly
What?
Byeee
?
?
Hello?
Aliy...
Shes ignoring me now.
I still hate you
Maybe I could still convice her to go on that date then get in her pants.
Cmon babe, just one date xxxxx
No
Why not?
Why should I? didn't you get the memo that I hate you
no you don't. you love me
you wish
so how bout that date
omg!
What?
wow
huh? please just say yes
why you wanna take me out so badly styles?
I just want her gravy.
Exactly my point
just one date?
no!
please!
I didn't get a response after that. I'm still going to show up at her house. Wait, I don't know where she lives... I'll figure it out.
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I Hate You (A Harry Styles Fanfic)
FanfictionHarry Styles. The boy well known as the flirt of one direction. He gets the most solos, he went off and wrote a new song without the boys, and he thinks he can get any girl he wants. Allison Nickles, aka, Aliy, hates Harry Styles. Every photo of him...
