Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 22

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Harry's P.O.V 

I throw my head back laughing, because that's exactly what she said when she was drunk. Either she really fucking adores my dimples or she really loves my rebel look without the dimples. I can't just figure it out; I can't just figure her out.  

"What is with you and my dimples?", I gather myself back. 

She shrugs, "You look badass and they kill that look." 

Rebecca furrows her brows, "What do you mean?" 

I chuckle, "No, you said the same exact thing when you were...drunk." 

I kind of didn't want bring up that night, since she still thinks I kissed her on purpose, taking some fucking advantage of her. I wasn't but I sure needed her, badly. Desperately. 

"I was really drunk that night, wasn't I?", she is calm which is good and she starts to move. 

I smile to myself, catching up with her, "Rebecca, I..." 

"You want to talk to me about the kiss?", she is too direct and a part of me is worried that she's high on drugs. 

I gulp, furrowing my brows, "If...yeah." 

Maybe talking about it would get me to a place I want to be at.

Her bed? The voice in my head makes me gasp and I shove it all away, I wasn't doing this to get into her bed or her pants. But I'm sure that would eventually happen, wouldn't it?  

I fucking need to stop thinking about getting her into bed. 

She sighs, "I kissed you because I wanted to. And I kissed you because Adam's moved on." 

What the fuck. 

Rebecca turns her head to me and raises both her eyebrows, "I didn't mean it like that." 

"Of course, you didn't.", I dig both my hands deep down in my pocket, just so the urge to punch something passes me by. 

I look up at her and she sighs, "Listen, I'm very broken. Emotionally and mentally, I'm drained, Harry." 

"And you thought kissing me would make you feel better.", I taunt her, rolling my eyes. 

Rebecca throws her hands in the air, "Oh come on, not that it fucking matters to you!" 

She has some courage, talking to me like that. But then again, she's who she is and she has been this way since the day I met her. Rebecca is no ordinary girl, she drives me crazy and if someone has the audacity to do that, she's no fucking ordinary. 

"It doesn't, yeah.", I stand my ground because I'm too egoistical to accept that it matters and her kiss sweeps me off my feet, it takes me to another world. 

Rebecca shrugs, "There you have it.", she runs a hand through her hair, "I'm so pissed with everything around me and I thought life was easy. I so regret moving here, I was so happy with the life I had back home." 

"Let me guess...Adam, huh?", I can't help but let my jealously be on the front page. 

She lets out a small laugh, "Stop doing that."