Sweet Bad Boys || Harry Styles AND Luke Hemmings

Chapter 11: Don't Ever Talk To Her Again

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Harry's POV

"Harry, I-I can't." Hazel mumbled, looking anywhere but at me. 

Of course I was disappointed, I mean I am a guy. But, I want Hazel to like me back, hell, I want her to love me. 

"I understand. I don't just want you for your body though Hazel, I want you to know that." God I sound like a mushy idiot. She probably doesn't believe me anyways. Still, she smiled and I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers. I assumed she was going to reject me but luckily she kissed back, I grazed her bottom lip trying to deepen the kiss and she let me. I heard a knock on the door, I guess Hazel didn't though because she kept kissing. I might be imagining things. 

I heard another knock. This time so did Hazel. She got up and was blushing slightly.

"I'm gunna goo and.."

"Yeah." 

I watched her go and open the door. 

"Heyy Hazel, is he here?" A girl asked, who I'm asuming is Spencer.

"Oh uh, no." What is she talking about I'm right here? Maybe they weren't talking about me..

"Ok so let me know every-" Spencer stopped mid-sentence once she saw me. "What the HELL is HE doing here?" 

I'm guessing she doesn't like me. I waved a little awkwardly at Spencer then, looked at Hazel. She had concern written all over her face. Wait- Spencer's the one who told Hazel the story right? No wonder she doesn't want me here or near Hazel then. I just have to explain-

"Get. Out." Spencer growled pointing towards the door.

I stuttered for a second "J-just let me explai-"

"Harry.." I heard Hazel whisper looking at the floor. "Make this easier and just leave.."

I sucked in a sharp breath. I slowly got up and started walking to the door. I listened to Hazel, I don't know why maybe it's how soft her voice is or how I don't want to get her upset, or maybe I'm just whipped. I turned around to say goodbye to Hazel but before I could Spencer pulled Hazel behind her.

"Don't ever, and I mean ever, talk to Hazel again." For the second time this week, I looked at Hazel hoping she would say something on my behalf, but she just looked at her feet. 

I turned around and started walking, as soon as I left I heard the door slam behind me. This is all your fault Leena! I let a few tears bubble in my eyes but I wouldn't let them fall. I can't be a little bitch. Once I stepped into the elevator I could hear shouts coming from Hazel Grace's room. I think I made out Hazel shouting 

"ITS NOT TRUE!"

But before I could hear what was happening my elevator started descending. 

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Hazel Grace's POV

Harry started to walk out of the, what British call, flat. Once he got to the door he turned around and looked as if he was going to say something. All I wanted at that moment was to go up and give him a goodbye kiss. But, before anything could happen, Spencer protectively pushed me behind her. 

For her usually adorable and peppy self, I must say she looked very intimidating, "Don't ever, and I mean ever, talk to Hazel again."

Harry turned around and as soon as he did Spencer slammed the door and turned to me. 

"What the fuck were you thinking?" She then lowered her voice "He could have hurt you.."

I was happy she was concerned for me but I had to defend Harry. "No he wouldn't have.."

She pursed her lips "Do you NOT remember what happened to Leena?" She said sternly.

"THE STORY'S NOT TRUE!" I said waay louder than intended.

"And what makes you think that?" She smirked obviously thinking she was right.

"Harry told me himself." I stuck up my nose and made a little hmph sound.

"Oh baby.." She sighed and looked into my eyes "Do you really think he would tell you if he killed someone, he obviously doesn't want to get caught. Would you confess to a murder like that?"

I looked down, she's right. Of course he wouldn't tell me if he really killed her. I really really wanted to believe Harry but I just couldn't completely. I let out a little bit of a sigh.

"Honey, all he wanted is to screw you and run." Harry's not like that. He likes me. I know he does. But if he can lie about murder can't he lie about anything? I let a few tears stream from my eyes as Spencer pulled me into a hug. 

"There there, I know, I know, you really liked him and it hurt." She rubbed my back in soothing little circular motions, then she quickly jumped, startling me, making even more tears appear.

"Sorry, sorry" She gently chanted. "But guess what?!"

I stopped crying and looked at her. "What..?" I gently mumbled not trusting my voice. 

"I met this boy, Ashton, really cute drummer, by the way, and he's so sweet and he has these little glasses and dimples that just-"

"Spence get to the point" I giggled.

"Oh well, he invited me to go to the club tomorrow night and you should come!" It was nice of her to offer but sweaty men grabbing me and getting excruciatingly drunk while grinding on random people was not my idea of fun.

"Noo.. I don't think that's a good idea, thanks though."

"Aww come on Hayyyy zeeel. You could meet some cute boys, get dressed up, or down if you know what I mean, and dance! Come one pleaaaaaasssseeeeeeeeeeeee-"

"Ok fine." I sighed just so she would stop. 

"YAY!" She squealed then went into her bedroom. Tomorrow was going to be greeat.

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