Teenage Dirtbag

Chapter 7

-Hazel-

Of course Harry Styles stormed off when he didn't get his way.

He always does.

I got up and walked over to Liam, who was sitting on a beach blanket.

"Your hair is sticky," he pointed out.

"No, really?" I replied sarcastically.

He laughed and watched the ocean waves.

"So hazel, were you really a Liam girl?" He questioned.

"Eh. Sort of. I was a Harry girl too, but I stopped after I actually met him."

He nodded and kept watch of the waves.

After a period of silence, he spoke up again.

"Why do you not want to be friends with Harry? He can be so loving."

"Because I'm afraid."

"You are afraid to be friends with him?" Liam laughed.

"I'm afraid that I will start to like him," I corrected.

"Agh. So what? If you really hate him as much as you let on, then you won't fall for him."

I nodded and got up.

I walked over to the bathroom, which was by the wooden food stand.

I quickly hurried to the door, but I was shoved onto the ground.

A hand reached out to help me up and I grabbed on.

"What is with you and bathrooms?" Harry asked.

The hand who extended to me was Harry's. He had knocked me over.

"I don't know, maybe because I have to pee," I retorted.

He chucked at my comment and dusted himself off.

I walked around him and into the bathroom shack.

Surprisingly they had a mirror.

I just wanted to fix my disgusting hair.

I put the crispy, soda filled ends of my hair in the sink; rinsing the pop out of it.

The liquid slowly ran out of it.

I walked out of the shack and to Louis' van, where I climbed onto the hood of It and sat there.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked from behind me.

"Obviously sitting on a car."

"Can I join you?" He politely questioned.

"I don't really care."

He hopped on and sat next to me.

"You shot the What Makes You Beautiful music video here, right?" I asked.

"Yeah. It was quite fun, except for the fact I kept spitting on that one girl during my solo."

I laughed and pushed him off the car.

"What was that for?!" He complained.

"Spitting on a girl, stupid."

He climbed back on, and shoved me off.

The ground was hard, like a black hole of cement.

"Really Harry?" I glared.

"Yes, really."

I sat back on the car hood, being careful not to slip.

"How many days left do you have in LA?" I asked.

"hm. I don't really know. I'm not on tour until next year or so." He replied while running his hand through his locks of curls.

"I hope next year comes quickly," I teased.

"HA-HA. You are hilarious," Harry sarcastically said.

"Whatever you say," I grinned.

I checked my phone and it was 5:40 pm. We had exactly 20 minutes before Harry had to get me home.

"Harry! We need to Go. We have twenty minutes until I have to be home."

"It's ok, we can take Louis' van."

"We can't just abandon them here with no car."

"Why not?" He whined.

I hit him in the shoulder.

"Well then we better start walking," He suggested instead.

I hopped off the van's hood and started walking fast down the road. We had 18 minutes to get home, on an 8 minute car ride, with a speed limit of 40 miles per hour.

"Hurry up!" I yelled.

"Stop being so pushy," He complained while running after me.

Harry was a fast runner.

He caught up with me in less then 20 seconds when I was 40 feet away.

Maybe my mom wouldn't care if i was late, after all, I am with Harry Styles.