Sweet Bad Boys || Harry Styles AND Luke Hemmings

Chapter 10: Popcorn

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Hazel's POV

Harry was in the corner, causing me to jump.

"Is this the second time I've scared you?" He smirked.

"I just don't wanna get hurt..." I mumbled a little embarrassed about how jumpy I was. 

Harry then looked at me with serious eyes and spoke slowly "I would never, let anyone hurt you."

I didn't really know how to respond so I turned back to the microwave. I felt a presence near me then felt Harry's hot breath on my neck. Just twenty more seconds. 

If Harry wasn't standing close to me before, he sure is now. I could feel his presence directly behind me and it was a little unsettling. He didn't say anything for a moment. In that time, the microwave beeped and I opened the small door. Grabbing the bag, I shook it, and listened for any loose kernels. When I heard none, I went to open the bag. Before I could, Harry's hands stopped mine, which seemed small in comparison to his.

"Careful there, wouldn't want to burn yourself, now would you?" He huskily whispered in my ear sending shivers up and down my spine. 

"I'm fine." I said, sounding a bit shaky. I opened the bag and poured the popcorn into the bowl in front of me. 

His hands trailed up my arm, making me freeze. They rested on my shoulders a moment before they pulled my ponytail to the side, exposing my neck. I closed my eyes as I felt his breath on me. 

"Are you sure about that?" He asked quietly. As he spoke, his lips brushed against my skin. 

I gasped a little and nodded, not trusting my voice. His lips pressed against the skin on my neck. My heart was beating so loudly, I was sure he could hear it. He trailed small kissed up to my jawline, as his hands rested on my hips, holding me in place. His hands put a bit of pressure on my sides but I liked it. My shirt rode up a bit, causing his fingers to brush against my skin. His touch felt like fire and I wanted more. 

"Let's get back to the movie now, yeah?" I felt his lips touching my ear as he spoke to me, causing me to get goosebumps.

Harry grabbed the bowl and stepped away from me. I looked at him incredulously but he just winked at me and walked back to the TV.

This time as we watched the movie I was right next to him. His arms were around my waist with my head resting on his chest. I've never been more comfortable. 

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As the ending credits started to roll I turned off the TV and stood up to stretch out.

"Why don't you like me anymore?" I let a quick intake of breath. At first I thought I miss heard him, until he followed up 

"Why are you... scared of me?" This time he let it out as a whisper, obviously hurt. Should I tell him what Spencer told me? Would he get mad.. what if he hurt me? I looked over at him.

Oh god.

His green eyes looked like a little lost puppy. I grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. Looking me straight in the eye he whispered

"I just want you to like me? What did I do wrong?" At this point my heart just melted. I decided to tell him what Spencer told me. 

"Well, just please don't get upset." I was nervous about his reaction.

He grunted out "I'll try. No promises." That made me even more nervous. 

How should I start? "Spencer... told me something." His eyes suddenly got large. Almost like he knew what I was talking about. "She said.. that. well, she said you got your girlfriend.. Leena.." I noticed him flinch at the name. Is that a good or bad sign? "Well, she said uh, you got Leena pregnant. And well, you didn't want that so, on the way to the doctors, you..." I couldn't even look him in the eyes. I was scared and nervous and sorry for my accusations, especially if it's not true. "You killed her.. you killed Leena and the baby..." I finished with a whisper. I didn't think he heard me until I looked up. He looked furious. He started gripping my waist really hard to the point where it hurt.

"Harry, my waist..." I grunted, he quickly let go and I noticed his face turn from anger to sheer sadness, with tears in his eyes.

I knew I was going to regret asking but it slipped out "Is the story.. true?"

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Harry's POV

I was furious. People actually still told that story! I loved Leena and I loved that baby more than anything. I was getting so angry. THATS WHY SHE DOESN'T LIKE ME? She actually believed that story? I could feel myself getting madder by the second. I suddenly stopped when I heard Hazel's beautiful voice mutter 

"Harry, my waist." I glanced down. Oh my god. I had a death grip on her. I quickly let go of her. 

"Is the story.. true?" She rushed. I'm actually kinda glad she did. Because that story is faker than Nikki Minaj. I felt the side of the sofa dip down and saw her sitting next to me. She had one hand on my shoulder, obviously trying to calm me. 

"No." I spat "It's not. I loved Leena and I loved that baby. We were on our way to the ultrasound. I wasn't paying attention, we... " I had to stop to choke back a sob. "we stopped at a red light, I went to kiss her stomach, I didn't.. I didn't see the truck. It was my fault-"

Before I could finish I felt her lips crash into mine. I instantly kissed back, she tasted fruity, and her lips were so smooth, aside from the feel of the salty tears that were all over my face. She stopped a lot sooner than I wanted her too. 

"Harry, I'm so sorry.. I didn't know." She started rubbing soothing circles in my back. 

"How could you have? I was in so much pain loosing both of them, then those rumours. It basically killed me." She hugged me tight.

We stayed that way for a while not saying anything. It was comfortable though, not at all awkward. There really wasn't anything for us to talk about. 

That was, until she looked at my wrist and gasped. 

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Hazel's POV

He had scars all up his wrist, obviously from cutting. But I really couldn't blame him, with all he's been through. 

"I meant it when it basically killed me. I didn't act the same, I cut, I drank, smoked, failed most of my classes. That's where all these 'bad boy' rumours have come from." He then on a lighter note he added "I don't mind most of them though, they make me look tough."

I giggled slightly, looking into his eyes. He really wanted me to like him. But I don't think I can, not with my feelings towards Luke. I opened my mouth to say something, but what was there to say?

I slowly lifted up his sleeve. I gently placed my lips on each scar, kissing each one slowly. When I looked back up to him he licked his lips slightly then started kissing me. It started out slow and passionate, but soon became more rough and lustful, I don't know what got into me, but I wanted more. I started to push him back then wrapped my legs around him until I was straddling him. He bagan kissing up and down my jaw line until he started tugging on my shirt. I had to stop, I'm not someone like that. I have to actually love a person in order to 'make love'

"Harry, I-I can't" I thought he was going to be mad, but he wasn't.

"I understand. I don't just want you for your body though Hazel, I want you to know that."

I was happy. To him, I wasn't just a meaningless fuck, he didn't just want to get in my pants. He actually cared for me. 

He soon started kissing me again and I kissed back. His tongue licked my bottom lip and I gladly let it in. I was on cloud nine. That was, until I heard a knock at the door.

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