She's so Mean(A Harry Styles fanfic)

Scary Harry :( (chapter 13)

The tears just wouldn't stop falling, and I didn't know why?

Sure, Liam had called me a slut, but so had many other people. Maybe the intensity and truth behind his words had sent me over board.

I was now sitting out the front of their house, silently sobbing in the gutter.

"Vicky", a voice slurred from behind me.

Great. Just what I needed. A drunk hassling me.

I turned around, wipping my eyes on my sleeve.

"H-harry", I stuttered.

"Why--why are you s-sitting in the gutter", he slurred, sitting down beside me.

"Now your sitting in the gutter", I giggled.

"Whaa--impossible! How did I get here?", he shouted.

Wow. He must be really drunk.

A awkward silence filled the air.

"Vicky, why are you out here", he repeated, so suddenly, it made me jump.

The boldness behind his words made me answer right away.

"Well,uh..IMadeOutWithZaynNiallLouisAndLiamButLiamCalledMeASlutAndHereWeAre".

Harry sat there for a while, processing everything I had just told him. His drunken state delayed his thought process, I'm assuming because when he did react, he reacted so quickly, I gasped.

He gripped me wrist so tightly, I'm sure it would bruise.

"Vicky, your mine, ...Vicky, why don't you understand that", he growled.

I yelped.

"...I don't quite understand it myself, your driving me insane".

"I'm not a rag doll, I'm not anyone's and I'm defiently not YOURS", I screeched, my anger rising.

He dropped my wrist.

"Maybe Liam's right. What am I even saying. I've known you for a little over a month, and I don't even know you, but I need you".

"Harry, listen to what your saying. Your drunk. You couldn't tell your right from your left at this moment".

"I'm Harry Styles", he whinned, as if he were having a hissy fit.

"What's that got to do with anything", I fired back.

"I'm famous", he snapped back. I only just realised how close we we're as his breath hit my cheek.

I scoffed.

"Oh really,playing the 'I'm famous' card,your pathetic".

"And your just...mean".

"At least I'm not an arrogant,self-centred, poofter like you".

"Just shut up and kiss me".

"Whaaa--"; he had thrown me off guard, as his lips crashed into mine.

I pushed him away seconds later.

"Don't touch me again", I spat, standing up, and dusting myself off.

Harry stood up aswell.

I started off down the street, but he just wouldn't leave me alone.

Pathetic. He really was.

"What the fuck do you want!"

"You", he said it so easily, it disguisted me.

"Well, you can't have me!"

"Don't tell Harry Styles what he can't have babe", he said, brushing hair from my face.

As much as he scared me, his touch still did wonders. His lips we're on my neck in an instance.

It took me a lot to pull away, but I did not want this. None of it.

He grabbed me by my waist.

"Let go Harry! Let me go!", I started kicking and screaming.

I would surley have another panic attack if Harry did not let go. My breathing was already constricting.

"Aye, let her go", said a small voice from the right.

Both Harry and I whipped around to see..........

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