The only thing I met was the most beautiful Y/E/C eyes I have ever seen before.
*Y/N’s P.O.V.*
I walked in and saw the lights off but heard movement. I turned the light on and and I was shocked at how messy it was in… crap… what’s his name again? I didn’t have time to think of his name before he yelled “What the hell do you people what now?!?!” as he got up but before he charged at me, he stopped. Just starring at me. He was cute with green eyes, tattoos, piercings, and curly brown hair. I mean I’m not that into tattoos and piercings but on him, it was well… hot. “Um… Hello?” I said waving my hand in front of his face. It looked like he had zoned out but now he was back and now those bright green eyes of his had turned dark and filled with anger.
“Get the fuck out of my room.” he said this time not yelling. “No.” I said as the staff told me, Be stubborn. So that is exactly what I’m doing. “Get. Out.” he said through his gritted teeth. I threw my clipboard on a side table in his room and sat down a chair. “Sit.” I said and motioned him to sit down on his bed. He just stood there looking at the door and back at me like he thought I was crazy not being afraid of him. “I wasn’t asking.” I said more strictly. He finally gave up and sat down. “What do you want?” he said coldly. “We’ll get to that. First, I’m Y/N. And you are…” I stopped talking to look at my clipboard. “…Harold?” I said questioningly. That name just doesn’t fit him. “Harry.” he said. “Don’t call me me Harold.” he said glaring at me.
“Okay… so I’m here because we need to talk.” I said barely getting it out before he responded. “About what?” “About you.” I said back clearly annoyed with his attitude. “What about me?” he said raising his voice a bit. “About your habits.” I said raising mine also. “Harry, you smoke, drink, break the law a lot I might add, and-” “SO! I go to school!” he said yelling the first part and now he was standing. “You may be enrolled but you never go! And when you do do you’re nothing but trouble or you’re just making out with some random chick in a closet!” I said standing now, too. “That was one time!” “The one time you got caught doing it or the one time you actually did it!?!?” I practically screamed at him.
After I said that he got quiet. He looked as though he was looking for something else to say. He went over to his dresser and brought back something and sat back down on his bed. I didn’t know what he had but I didn’t care. All I did was sit down and smile knowing I won the fight. But I was wasn’t surprised. I’m my father’s daughter. I’m very stubborn, I get it from him. I finally saw what he grabbed and it was a cigarette and a lighter. “Uh No.” I said sassy like, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and the lighter away form him before he could light it.. “Not while I’m here.” I said strictly breaking the cigarette in half.
“Wha-” “Shut up.” I said interrupting him. He looked overly shocked that I had just done that without showing a sign that I was afraid of him. Of course I was terrified because he was the worst kid in the group home. That’s why they assigned me him in the first place. You see, I’m only 18 and still in school. I just go to school online and every month I have to do community service. And this month I’m helping the group homes to turn some of the kids around for a better future. I have to come here every Tuesday and Thursday to talk to a kid, in this case Harry, to help him do better in school, stop doing drugs, ect.
I’m not doing it just so I can get credit. I’m actually doing it because I care. Another trait I have but this time from my Mom. She died when I was about 3 years old. I barely remember her. But now I can’t talk about that now. Because when I do, I always, no matter what, I start to cry. Every time. Anyway! Back to Harry. “Okay? Just wondering… why does the staff suddenly care about me for?” he said snatching his lighter back. “Well… technically I’m not the staff. I’m doing community service for my school.” I said not giving him anymore information about me.
*Harry’s P.O.V.*
“Oh? Really? So… how old are you?” I said scooting towards her, still on my bed, biting on my lip ring. She tensed up and cleared her throat. “Harry. I’m here to talk about you. Not me.” she said clearly trying to pretend I wasn’t just flirting with her. “Here…” she said taking a piece of paper from behind the paper with my information on it from her clipboard. “…take this and answer the questions.” “What for?” I asked taking the paper not taking one glance at it. “It’s a test to see how much you know. Math, science, world geography, and English.” she said handing me a pencil. ‘I don’t know any of this stuff!’ I thought to myself. I’m guessing she saw the look on my face and said “It’s okay. I’ll help you with some of them.” she smiled taking the paper and putting it back on the clipboard so I would have something flat to write on.
We worked on it for about an hour and I will admit this is the longest a girl has been in my room without me having sex with her. And it’s actually not that bad. I kinda liked it. Right now she’s teaching me math. “So, you just carry the 3 and then… there’s your answer.” she said as I finished writing out the problem. “Get it?” “Uh… yeah. I do.” I said truthfully. “Okay. Next problem. You do the same thing but-” she started before she was interrupted her phone. She took out her phone and silenced it. “Harry, I gotta go but I’ll be back on Thursday. Alright?” I couldn’t lie, I did feel a little disappointed that she had to leave. But at least she would back in… wait what’s today? “Alright. But what’s today?” “It’s Tuesday.” she said giggling a little. “Bye Harry!” she said going out the door. The usual yelling stopped as soon as she stepped out of the door. All the boys just starred at her but she didn’t seem to notice it. Looks like she just doesn’t have that effect on me. She has it on everyone.
For the first time in my life, I think I actually like a girl and not just to get in her pants.
A/N: Sorry it took so long but here you go! Hope you enjoy! Again feedback appreciated! :)

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Troublesome Love
FanfictionHarry Styles is a punk living in California. He has had a troubled past. His parents abandoned him and his sister, they got separated and he went to live with their grandma in the states, and more. Y/N Y/L/N is a nice, sweet, innocent girl who also...