Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 10

IS ANYONE ELSE OBSESSED WITH THE SONG 'WAKE ME UP'? I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THAT SONG. 

AND YES, I AM TRYING TO DISTRACT YOU GUYS FROM THE FACT THAT I DIDN'T POST FOR 2 DAYS. HA HA, SORRY! I TRY TO, EVERYDAY. I JUST CANT, SOMETHING OR SOMEONE GETS IN THE WAY. 

BUT, HERE'S A CHAPTER, WILL POST ANOTHER CHAPTER OF 'Dangerously In Love' SOON.  

THANKS FOR THE READS, THE VOTES, THE COMMENTS AND THOSE AMAZING FEEDBACKS. 

ENJOY! x

Harry's P.O.V 

I watch her features relax as she keeps her eyes fixed on me. Did I say something wrong? Maybe, I did. But, I meant it. I never thought I'd need someone this badly, Zayn keeps telling me it is the urge to get her in bed, and maybe it was.  

I never imagined myself telling this to someone, telling someone that I want them to be around me. I crave their fucking presence, I have no idea how it left my mouth. I had decided to keep it down my throat but it made its fucking way out.  

I still wait for her to say something, I have my hands dug deep down in my pocket, and I am constantly nibbling on my bottom lip. 

"Rebecca?", I just want to make sure that she is alive and breathing. 

She blinks and gulps, "Harry. I..sit." 

She finally asked me to sit and I walked towards the couch and had a seat, "I...I didn't mean it to come out like that." 

Rebecca raises an eyebrow and she has this smirk on her face, making me irritated, "Is it hard for you to wrap your teeny tiny brain around this one little thing?" 

There she goes again, pushing all my buttons wrong.

I let out a chuckle, "What's that?" 

"I have a boyfriend! Stop following me around, stop saying this romantic shit to me and...stop kissing me!", I hear her yell at me.  

I like to laugh at her when she does this; it makes her madder, "You always kiss me back." 

"Listen, Harry. I am done. I can't put up with your bullshit, okay?" 

She is leaning closer to me and I had to resist the urge to brush my lips against her, again. If this is actually lust, I would get over with it for once and for all. But all my thoughts go to rest when I imagine her to be a friend, she's rebellious, she's aggressive and she turns me on. 

"So am I.", I snap at her. 

"Excuse me?", she throws her head back laughing, "Oh yeah, real mature. You're done with my bullshit? I remember getting on your nerves.", she supports sarcasm and I admire her in the back of my head. 

"You do? Great, I don't have to remind you then.", I snap back, this time letting her step away and wandering around in her tiny lobby. 

"Get up and get going.", she demands. 

I brush my knees with my hands and get off the couch, "Becca..." 

Before I could complete or talk, she looks at me with her moist eyes. Fuck, those eyes could melt you down. She gulps, "What did you say?" 

I furrow my brows, without even realising what happened. I shrug, "What...what do you mean?" 

"What did you just call me?", she walks towards me and I freeze. 

"Rebecca...isn't that your name? What have you been hiding?", I try to clear the air. 

She breathes heavily, "Don't ever call me that."