Falling for the ENEMY. (1D fanfic). *ON HOLD*

Chapter Two

I woke up as sunshine greeted me. I was relaxed to hear birds tweeting and the bright surroundings surrounding the room. Hm, I love mornings like this. It's so relaxing.

I smiled at my thoughts, my eyes closed. I wiggled around, facing my other side.

I slowly opened my eyes.

Oh God.

My eyes widened,

My jaw dropped open as I scream from the top of my lungs.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!" I screamed.

I pushed the person beside me, realizing who it was. A thud was heard as he grunted. I quickly covered myself with the sheets of this fucking bed. And what I mean by a fucking bed, it IS a fucking bed. Wait, why am I even on it?

He sat up , massaging his head.

"What the hell!" He exclaimed, completely annoyed and angry.

Ha, I must've been hard on him. Well then, that's good! Ha! in your face Harry!

Oh , who's Harry? Well, number one, he's my biggest enemy. Number two, He and his mates are the biggest hotties and the biggest heartrob in school, specially Harry. If you went to the same school as us, expect that there will be a crowd of girls and swooning will be heard everywhere where he and they walks by. Well, I have to admit he is cute though. Goddamnit, stop it Diana! Number three, he's such a mother fucking jerk. Argh, I hate him. I fucking hate him.

He looked at me, then stared at me. DEEPLY.

"What the hell?!" He said,

"WHAT THE HELL YOUR ASS! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?! AND WHY AM I EVEN HERE?!" I shout asked,

For real, I'm really confused. And SCARED! Well who the hell wouldn't be if you realize that your on a fucking bed with your enemy half-naked?!

He chuckled,

"It's like you don't know, Dina." He said, amusement lining his voice.

"How could I fucking know, Harry. I was drunk last night! And it's Diana." I explained. Well to be honest, I really don't remember a thing!

He stood up, a playful yet pervertive smile playing on his plump lips. I gripped on the sheets that was covering my vulnerable body from this jerk infront of me. But before I knew it, those sheets were pulled away from me and Harry was on top of me. I tried my best to hit him, but he just pinned them inches beside both sides of my head.

"Let go of me, Styles! Let go of me RIGHT NOW!"" I angrily yet annoyedly demanded.

"Your so .. Vulnerable." He seductively said, well I'm not seducted. I'm disgusted!

"I don't care! Just let me go and keep your hands off of me!" I yelled. Argh. I don't care who hears us. All I wanted is Harry's enormous hands away and off of me!

But he didn't even let me go! Ugh.

I gasped as I felt sudden pressure on my crotch.

"H-Harry?"

He rocked his hips forward. He moaned at the sudden friction. Damn. It feels so good!

He continued to rock his hips back and forth. I couldn't help but moan at the pleasure jolting inside me.

"D-Diana?" He said, completely breathless.

"Y-Yeah?" I said, moaning at the friction.

"I want you." He said, still rocking his hips forward and backward.

My eyes flickered open and widened at what he just said. He wants me? Pfft. What the fuck!

"No." I stubbornly said,

"Harry , stop." I commanded, wanting him to stop rocking his hips. Like a good kid, he does as told so.

"But, it's so good." He pouted,

Oh please.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Infact, he didn't even answer it! Well, I need answers.

A pervertive smile crept his lips,

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes!" I said. I really do want to know.

He laughed a bit,

"You almost had fuck with me."

My jaw dropped open. I tried to say a word, but I'm completely speechless. Fuck? with my Enemy? Oh God. Ho-Wha-OHMYFUCKINGGOD! Aah. What the hell was wrong with me last night?! How couldn't I recognize him?! Of course you were drunk, stupid! Argh. No way! Ugh. I hate getting drunk.

"But how-Aaaah! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU SO MUCH! GET OFF OF ME YOU MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE! GET OFF OF ME! AAAAAAAAAH!!" I screamed as I hit him several times. Well, I tried hitting him, but he just pinned them from both sides of my head.

"Aww, I hate you too." He cooed, laughing.

Yuck! I hate to hear him cooing to me. It's so ... YUCK! Argh.

"Aaaaah!" I continued to hit and kick him. But all his reactions were just laughs. Just. Laughs!

"Let go of meGODDAMNIT! Let.. GO! AAAAAH!"

*Knock Knock!*

I stopped when the door opened and a person popped his head inside.

"Hmm, looks like you won the bet Hazz." A firm voice said, amusement lining his voice.

Harry smiled,

"I did."

"C'mon Hazz! Were gonna be late for Uncle Simon's meeting with us!" I heard a childish voice annoyedly shout from downstairs.

"Tell Louis I'm coming." Harry said, to which I realize was Liam.

Liam nodded and popped his head out of the room. Harry turned to me, his green, emerald eyes staring at my big brown ones.

I couldn't speak anymore. My throat was sore from all the screaming. Argh, if only he let me go, it wouldn't be sore.

Then, he stood up, slipping on his pants and buckling his belt.

After buckling his belt, he looked at me. Then to my body, up and down.

"You still look fucking sexy with those thin sheets." He winked,

My jaw dropped open. Stupid thin sheets. Why are they thin anyway?!

"Get out!" I managed to speak, gripping on the sheets to cover myself more even when their fucking thin.

He chuckled,

"See ya later, babe." He seductively said, then got out of the room.

Who the hell does he think he is?! Ugh. I'm tired. I better go home and just shower all of this off.

I got up, straightening all the wrinkles of my short shorts and spaghetti strap top which shows off half of my cleavage and put on my heels then got out of room. The fucking room.

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