Before (Harry Styles)

Prologue

        Fumbling with the key in the lock, I tried to unlock the door to get into my room.  Even though the song on the stereo playing downstairs was my favorite, it was giving me a headache.

But then again, I guess four hours of loud music playing would do that to you.

I twisted the key in the lock and quickly ducked into my room, locking the door behind me before anyone else could follow me inside. The last thing I needed was to be hit on by another drunken boy.

When I turned around to go to my nightstand though, I was greeted by something completely odd.

        "Looking for something?" I ask. I cross my arms over my chest, to make it look like I wasn't at all taken completely by surprise at the boy going through my underwear drawer.

He looked up at me, apparently unconcerned that I caught him going through my dresser.

        "No, not at all," he takes his hand out of the drawer and slides it back in. I frown at him.

        "The door was locked, how did you get in here?" I shift on my feet. I can feel my own heart racing in my chest. The pain between my ears strengthens, making the throbbing worse.

I groan in pain. "Never mind, just get out of my room." I go over to my bed and pull out the bottle of aspirin sitting on top next to my copy of Divergent.

        "You know if you have a headache, you should lay down."

I pour out one of the red-brown pills onto my hand and glare at him. "And you shouldn't be in my room to begin with."

I take the pill and go to the small bathroom that's connected to my room and pour myself a glass of water to help wash it down.

When I go back to my room, the boy is still there going through my things.

        I walk over and pull him away from my bookshelf. "What the hell are you doing in here?" I ask. "This is none of your business."

The boy's lips curl up into a smirk. "Maybe not, but I plan to make it my business. You intrigue me."

        I scoff and roll my eyes. "And you creep me out. Now get out of my house."

At this, much to my surprise, he laughed. "Lighten up, love."

I shake my head. "Don't call me love." I wrap my hand around his arm and pull him towards the door. Twisting the lock, I open the door and push him out. "Don't bother coming back either."

The boy turns back to face me, his green eyes are sparkling with humor as he looks me over.

I scowl at him one last time before shutting the door in his face and twisting the lock. Taking a deep breath, I quickly do a quick look over in my room. Nothing appears out of place, but the only thing I can find that's missing is a pair of my underwear from the drawer he was searching in earlier. 

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A/N: So this is not my first story, however, this is my first time writing fan-fiction after about years. So mind you if it's a little bit rusty, I'm just getting back into the habit of things.

ANYWAY, leave your comments down below, I will post the first chapter later tonight as soon as I'm finished writing it.

Thanks for reading. ^,^

~K