The Boy Next Door (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.” The words of Harper Lee were interrupted by my phone ringing. Evan's name popped up on my screen. I was secretly hoping it would be Harry but I ignore the disappointment, answering the phone.

"Hey Evan." I greet, folding the page of my book and closing it.

"Hey Carter, what's up?" He asks.

"Nothing really. You?"

"Well. Harry was telling me about you guys."

I blush. I wonder how much he told. "What did he tell?"

"Just that you two were hanging out more but I wanted to warn you."

My heart drops. "What?"

"Harry gets around. He's been with a lot of girls."

I remain speechless.

"And Im not saying you shouldn't do whatever you want but just be careful."

There's a few seconds of silence before I speak up. "How many?"

"What?"

"How many girls has he been with?" I ask again. My heart aches that there were girls he has touched before. That other girls could feel those perfect lips. That he's looked at other girls with those piercing green eyes.

"Well. I don't know. I've kind of lost count."

I felt sick to my stomach. Has he done the same thing to every girl. Made other girls feel the same way he makes me feel. "Oh my god."

"I mean it could be different but-"

"Is there anything else I should know about him?" I cut off Evan's string of hope for me.

"Um. His temper isn't the best."

I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. "Okay. Thank you Evan." I say before hanging up the phone. What just happened? I knew Harry had to have at least a few girlfriends before, but I have a feeling Evan wasn't talking about girlfriends. Harry must be a friends-with-benefits sort of guy. And I was not prepared to be one. I can't be one. Im already addicted to his touch. The way his lips sync with mine. I would be crushed if he took away my innocence and threw me to the side. I have to be more careful. I can't keep melting under his stare, becoming putty in his hands when he touched me. This had to stop.