Beautiful Nightmare

Chapter 3

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Erika

That night I couldn't get Harry out of my mind. Why was I so infatuated with this kid? He has been nothing but rude to me and the times where he was actually somewhat civil, it was just an attempt to get into my pants. Did I like him? I certainly thought he was attractive. You'd have to be crazy not to think so. Suddenly my phone rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked at the screen, not recognizing the number. 

Confused, I answered, "Hello?" 

"Hey, princess." a smooth voice replied. I recognized it immediately. 

"How the hell did you get my number, Harry?" I said, trying to ignore the fluttering of my stomach that just the sound of his voice caused. 

"Don't worry about it. So.... what are you wearing?" he said and I could just picture him with that stupid, beautiful smirk on his face.

"I'm hanging up." I said.

"No! Wait! I was just fucking around, princess. Geez, loosen up a little. I was actually calling to inform you that I'm picking you up for school tomorrow." 

"Um, no you're not." I said, annoyed at his cockiness. Who did this guy think he was?

"Yes I am. Be ready by 7:30." he said before hanging up, leaving no room for arguement. 

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The next morning I woke up at 6:30 to get ready for the day. I was determined to not be late agan. As I washed my hair with my favorite coconut scented shampoo, my thoughts wandered to Harry. Was he serious when he said that he was going to pick me up this morning? Probably not. 

I got out of the shower and walked to my room to get dressed. I put on a big white sweater over some plain black leggings since it was already getting chilly out and laced up my brown combat boots. My hair looked impossible so I just threw it  in a ponytail. As I was applying my makeup, I head an engine revving loudly outside. What the hell? Confused, I walked to my window and looked outside. 

"No he didn't," I said to myself as I took in the sight before me.

Harry Styles was in my driveway, sitting on a sleek black motorcycle. I'd be lying if I said that he didn't look like some kind of male model on that thing. He was wearing a tight white teeshirt with a leather jacket over it. On his face were a pair of Ray Bans. Thank god my parents left. They'd have an aneurysm if they saw this.

Sighing, I picked up my school bag, grabbed my phone and my keys and made my way down the stairs and out the door. 

"You are unbelievable, Harry Styles." I said, standing next to his motorcycle. "Absoutely unbelievable."

"Good morning to you too, princess." he said, taking off his glasses and smirking at me. "You look very pretty today."

I could feel myself blushing at his compliment and at his new pet name for me. "You're crazy if you think I'm getting on that thing." I said, actting as if I weren't at all affected by his words. 

"Come on, I drove all the way out here for you and look," Harry said, as he handed me a helmet. "I even brought you a helmet." 

"I didn't ask you to come, I didn't even know you were serious!" 

"We're wasting time arguing about this when we both know I'm gonna get my way. So let's just cut the shit and go." 

I stood there for a couple seconds,debating, before I slipped my hair out of it's ponytail and reluctantly put the helmet on my head. "Ugh, fine. But only because I don't wanna be late again." 

He just smirked at me as I climbed on awkwardly and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Hold on tight." 

Soon we were racing down the road, his curls flying in the air as he sped up. "Holy crap." I whispered to myself as I tightened my arms around his waist. I can't believe I'm doing this. Despite my fear, I couldn't help but notice how firm Harry's torso was. This kid definitely worked out. 

As Harry pulled into the school parking lot, it felt as if everyone was staring. I felt Harry's large hand sliding up my thigh and I couldn't control the shiver that ran through my body. "You can let go now, princess." he said and I realized my arms were still tightly wrapped around him.

"Oh sorry," I mumbled as I got off the bike and took off my helmet. Harry just chuckled in response. My legs were a little shaky as I adjusted my clothes and slipped my hair back into its ponytail, but I didn't know if that was from the motorcycle ride or Harry's effect on me.

"What the hell is this?" I heard someone screech behind me. "Oh, so now you're trying to steal my boyfriend, bitch?"

Sighing, I turned around. This was going to be a long day.