Something About You (Harry Styles fanic) *EDITING*

chapter 2

“Leaving someone is easy; not going back to them is the hard part.”- Soniya parker

Sam’s point of view:

By the time I get up it was around five in the evening, I groan as I drag myself out of bed. I walk into to the kitchen to grab some food. When I see a note stuck on the fridge

“Going to be out all day with Lou there is some leftover pizza from last night if you want and I left some money on the counter. Take care

                                               Love el.xx”

I never understand El, I always push her away but she always seems to care for me. I eat the leftover pizza and drink some coffee wondering which club I should hit tonight. You see with my looks it wasn’t very hard to get away with stuff. I have the looks and so I take advantage of the one thing god has given me.

It is six by the time I am done with my shower and everything. I decide to wear my black mid thigh dress which showed my cleavage and is practically backless. I curl my brown hair, I went for the subtle smoky eye look and mascara and red lipstick for the final touches. I wear my five inch heels and with that I am out the door by seven thirty. I decide to head to the Funky Buddha the bartender is pretty cute and with a little flirting I can get free drinks.

        I enter the club which was already quite full of raging hormonal people dancing and people drinking like there was no tomorrow, hmmm this is more like the place I belong.

I walk up to the bar and chug down 3 shots, it is going to be like every other night I am going to get drunk and sleep with someone to ease the pain and go home with a hangover the next day. This is how my life is, day after day.

 After about my fourth drink I scan the room to see who is going to be my target tonight but before I could look further I see this curly hair guy staring directly at me, but he immediately looks away as I catch him staring, he smiles to himself as if he is embarrassed that he was caught. I smirk as I head towards the dance floor.

Harry’s point of view:

     I was actually quite embarrassed to be caught like that but I couldn’t help it she is gorgeous. I glance up again to see her but she is nowhere in sight.

My phone buzzes indicating I got another tweet, my phone has been buzzing all day with all the mentions I have been receiving ever since the article of mine was published in the GQ magazine where the basically called me a man whore who slept with about a 100 girls.

I never showed it but having the title as womanizer hurt. It hurt because no matter what I did I was always being judged due to that title. They didn’t know the real me, and they don’t even bother trying to get to know me. They tell me to ignore it but it hurts to know that I am always being judged for the wrong reasons.

 I glance over at the people dancing on the dance floor; all of them were already half drunk. I was about to look away when I saw her figure dancing with some random guy who clearly looked like she didn’t know. His hands roamed all over her waist feeling her perfect curves, he was a little to touchy but she really didn’t seem to care.

     She glances at my direction again and I quickly look away and from the corner of my eyes I could see her smirk. She whispers something to the guy and heads towards the bar again. She downs 4 more shots and walks to the dance floor again.

 Usually I am not the kind who does something like this, but the stuff that was being told about me and the alcohol I had consumed playing with my head made it sound like a good idea. I do not believe in one night stands but it just seemed like a good idea and she seems perfect as she didn’t seem like the girl who would want a boyfriend or any kind of commitment and frankly that’s what I want right now. So I head in her direction and start dancing with her. She didn’t care if I was a stranger but she just danced like there was no tomorrow.

      Six drinks later we were both pretty high and the alcohol begin to play games with are heads. We took a cab back to my place.

 I lean in to kiss her but before I could make my move she crashes her lips on mine. Her mouth tasted like vodka but I didn't mind as I pull her closer deepening our kiss.  The more the time passes, the more guilty I fell as it feels like I was taking advantage of a poor girl; this isn’t me, this is how they pictured me as and I refuse to become what the media portrays me as.

I pay for the cab and take her inside she is too drunk to walk straight so I carry her bridal style. She was laughing uncontrollably “you're cute” she smiles as she pokes my dimples. Her smile is infectious. I know then and there I was wrong to judge her; she just seems like a lost broken girl.

 I take her up to my room and lay her on my bed. I go down to get her some aspirin and cold water; I enter my room and see her mumbling something to herself. “Take these it should help” I offer her the aspirin and the cold water; she gladly gulps it down “ummmm.... I need to use to the washroom I think I am going to be sick.” I quickly help her up and head to the washroom. I hold her hair up as she throws up pretty much everything she ate.

After fifteen minutes of groaning it finally looks like she was done. I carry her and lay her down on the bed. “Why are you doing this? You don’t even know me to care of me” she looks at me confused.

 “It’s who I am. Just go to sleep, I will go sleep on the couch.” I speak as I tuck her in.

 “Fine leave, people always leave anyway.” She sighs as she pulls the covers over her body as if the blanket is bringing her some kind of protection.

I groan and slide in next to her, she turns around and snuggles closer “thank you.” Her voice is barely a whisper. “I am Sam by the way.” I can feel her smile against my chest. “Harry” I find myself smiling for absolutely no reason, what is she doing to me. “Goodnight Harry” she whispers before she drifts of to sleep.

 “Goodnight Sam.”