I stood there with my back against the hard wood of my front door. I could still feel his lips lingering on mine. His cool breath against my face as he stood panting from the intense kiss. I was immobilized from it...paralyzed.
It took me a moment to process what happened. I think it over in my head.
I kissed Harry styles...and..I think i liked it.
what?
I liked it. I state it in my mind over and over. I could barley form a full explanation to anything right now. Why did I kiss back?you wanted to. My subconscious adds. Did I? yes.
I fight back the annoying voice in my head and slide down the door. We're friends right? I mean we agreed to it right before...
I walked upstairs still not fully grasping what happened tonight. I peeled off my clothes and found a pair of black shorts and a tank top before tugging them onto my exhausted body. I untangled my dark brown hair and put it into a high pony before looking into my reflection and sighing,
I just didn't understand it at all. I know I shouldn't like him but I'm just pulled back the harder I try to push away. It's like he has some invisible string on me that he just tugged and i'd come springing back. I knew I wouldn't be able to resist him and I knew what he said a the club was true. He had me practically wrapped around his finger and the thought irked me.
I walked to my bed and layed down closing my eyes replaying the kiss over..and over..and over. I had thought about it for about the fiftieth time when I heard my phone ring and I quickly shot up and grabbed it from the bedside table.
From Harry:
Sweet dreams sweetheart :* Hx
The text makes me smile as the heat radiates to my cheeks. I knew we had agreed to be friends but of course that offer was out the fucking window. I eyed the text trying to decide on what to say
To Harry:
Goodnight sleep tight Harry :)
I sent the text and instantly felt a pang of regret. God I am so bad at talking to people. I set my phone on the bedside table and let out a groan. Why? why was I in this situation? I just don't know what is going on and what was happening with me. I close my eyes and am quickly captivated with slumber as I dream of the kiss again and again.
**Next morning**
I look at the clock on my phone and see it was only 9 A.M. I sigh and trudge toward the bathroom before slipping out of my clothes and into the heat of the shower. I sit there not wanting to be pulled from the warmth and having to face the day but after a few more minutes I get out. I head to my closet and try and find some clothes for work. I decide on a sort of pinkish reddish v-neck top, light skinnys, a black beanie and my fathers dog tags. I walk out into the livingroom and pull on my gray vanz with neon green laces.
I head to the coffee shop a few block from my publishing building and walk inside. I scan the room before stepping to the cashier.
"One medium caramel mocha frappuchino" I say pulling my wallet from my purse. I hand her the money and start walking toward my car before I notice a familiar curly head of hair across the street leaning against the wall of a bar. I looked lower to see some red headed bitch, arms wrapped around his neck sticking her tongue down his throat. I grit my teeth at the sight and almost let out a scream but I just gasp.
Harry doesn't hear but at that moment he pulls away biting his lip and smiling at the girl. He looks up and glances at me quickly and down at the girl again and back at me. He realizes and lets go of the girl and runs across the street toward me.
I don't give him time to reach me as I run to my car and open the door. I sit inside and hear the cries of Harry trying to stop me. I was about to slam the door but Niall's hand stopped it.
"Hailey just, please let me expl-" I cut him off by bringing my hand swiftly across his face which causes his eyes to widen.
"Go to hell Harry." I say furious. I push him back and he stumbles a little before standing balanced again. He runs his hands through his hair before trying to get between the door again but I quickly shut it.
"Hailey please." He says muffled through the window. I don't even look at him as I start the car. I didn't notice I was even crying until I felt the hot tears against my neck. God I was so fucking stupid!
I drove off wiping my cheeks as my phone vibrated. I looked and saw Harry was calling me and I quickly declined it. Once I reached my building I already had 4 missed calls from Niall. I walk into the reception area and said hello to Morgan as I always do before work. Her eyes look at me sympathetically as she notices my puffy eyes and red brimming them.
"Hail? are you okay?" she asks stepping out from behind her desk and coming to my side immediately.
I nod and look at her. Her light blue eyes looked at me sadly. She brushed a few strands of her blonde hair behind her ears as she rubbed my arms as I quietly cried. She pulled me into a hug and I didn't protest against it. She rubbed my back and whispered calming things into my ear before I pulled away and smiled at her.
" Don't worry I'll be fine." I say as I give her a nod of reassurance. She smiles at me and walks back to her desk and answers the phone. I walk into my office and take the stack of books that I now had to draw pictures for the rest of the day.
I finished drawing the illustrations for a book about an elephant with no friends and is sad or some shit. I don't know it's a childrens book.
I get all my things together and grab my purse and head out giving Morgan a small wave before leaving. I get into my car and close the door and rest my head on the wheel. I slam my hand against the dash and sit up.
"FUUCCCCKKKK!" I scream causing a few people passing my car to look in. I don't bother to look at them as I feel the tears brimming at my eyes. I pull my phone out of my purse and see 17 missed calls from Harry and 13 texts. I laugh at myself for being so dumb. I knew I shouldn't have liked him but I let myself.
There was nothing more that I wanted more than to kick Harry Styles so hard in the balls. God I hate him and I never want to see his face again.
I drove home and pulled my keys from my purse but I realize the door was already unlocked. I looked around puzzled because I knew I always kept it locked. I opened it slowly waiting to see a rapist sitting on my couch or see all my shit torn apart.
I walk in slowly as I close the door behind my quietly. I slip my shoes off and slowly tip toe into the living room to see none other than.
Harry fucking Styles
I look at him distraught. I feel the anger welling up inside of me and I was about to lose it. I parted my lips about to curse him out but was cut off by hid arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me into him and his lips pressing into mine harshly as he put as much force as possible into the kiss. He backed me up into a close by wall and I tried tp leave the kiss but was trapped.
HEyyyyyyyyy so yeah thats the chapter even though I know no one reads this but you never know. so thanks to anyone who reads this and I guess keep reading? i really appreciate anyone keeping up with this story! BYEEE vote comment!
