Good Girl (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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Delilah's P.O.V

I clutch onto Harry for dear life.

"IF WE SURVIVE I'M GONNA KILL YOU"!! I scream, as he speeds down an alley way. Harry's so amused by all of this, seeing as he is laughing his butt off. He pulls to a stop, and i breathe a sigh of relief.

"Wasn't that fun"? Harry jokes.

"Ugh! No it wasn't, you're such a, such a, A DICK"! I exclaim, quickly covering my mouth. I did not just curse! Harry arches an eyebrow.

"Don't worry, i won't tell your daddy". Harry mocks.

"I-I cursed". I whisper to myself. I only started hanging out with Harry literally a good 30 minutes ago, and now i'm cursing! HE'S RUBBING OFF ON ME ISN'T HE!?!

"Chill out, it's just one word". He almost laughs.

"I'm 18, going on 19!! I'VE NEVER CURSED IN MY LIFE, AND NOW... I JUST DID"! I scream. Harry looks a bit taken back.

"You mean to tell me, that you've been hit, shoved, pushed, and they've put cruel things in your locker, and even worse... and you've never cursed"? Harry ask, eyes wide.

"Never". I repeat.

"Oh". Harry utters.

"I'll make this worth it then". Harry smiles. I quirk an eyebrow, in confusion.

"C'mon". He orders, smiling widely, dragging me with him.

"Styles, where are we going"? I laugh, at his excitement.

*"To my bed duh, we shall have hot intercourse!!" (jk but, that was Micaela_Tomilson 's little input, i thought you might wanna see it, cause it made me laugh XD <3 Xx ~Kayla~)*

"You'll see". He beams.

We run, to i don't know where, but i follow. He leads me through, an alley way, i follow him up, an escape ladder, and we end up, atop, of the roof, of 'Ramon's', a 2 two story restaurant.

"We're here"! Harry exclaims, catching his breath. I look in awe, at the view. Everything looks so much, better. You can't get this kind of view from the ground.

"W-Wow". I breath out, shocked.

"Nice view eh"? Harry smiles.

"It's beautiful". I blink, trying to see if this was just my imagination.

"I come here, to get my mind off of things, you know"? Harry says, grabbing my hand, and leading me to a spot in the middle of the roof, where there's a blanket, he sits on it, gesturing for me to do the same. I sit beside him, looking at the beautiful scenery.

"Styles"? I ask, quietly.

"Hmm"? He mumbles.

"Is it bad, that i actually like doing this, ditching school, and having fun for a change, is that bad"? I ask, nervously. Harry is lying down, on his back, looking up.

"No babe, that makes you a teenager". Harry chuckles.

"Styles, i mean it". I laugh, playfully slapping his arm. He motions me to lay down, I lay beside him, looking into his eyes, that are a lovely shade of green.

"I like being out here, i-i love school, but this, this, is almost ten times better, no cruel words being spat at me, everywhere I go, no being shoved every time, I walk by". I smile up, at the clouds.

"You don't get out much, do you"? Harry laughs, slightly.

"Nope". I reply, popping the, 'P'. I only did what my father allowed. And he barely let me hang out with Lottie or Juliet.