Teenage Dirtbag

Chapter 29

-Hazel-

I called Harry the minute I got home.

"Hello?"

"Hi Hazel," He greeted.

"Come home, now. I don't even want to know what you said to him or what you did, just come home," I pleaded.

"Calm down, you know I don't like to punch people for joy.."

"Harry, seriously, come home."

"Hazel, I'm already here. You didn't even check for me," He replied.

I hung up the phone and walked to his room.

"TA-DA," Harry shouted.

"How did you get home so fast?" I asked.

"Well, when I was walking inside I changed my mind and drove home. Not to mention you drive like 20 under the speed limit.."

I laughed and sat down on his bed, right next to him.

"Wanna watch a movie?" he questioned.

"I guess." I said while grabbing his soft pillow.

Harry turned on The Notebook and sat back down by me.

"Hazel, I love you," He whispered.

"Not again," I groaned.

"I seriously do though."

"Just watch the movie.." I looked away.

"Can we play a game?" Harry asked while pausing the movie.

"I guess."

"Okay. How many guys have you dated?"

"I don't know. Maybe 3," I responded while scrolling through my twitter feed. "How many girls have you dated? Before and After Becoming the great 'Harry Styles.'"

"I don't know if I should say, you might get jealous," Harry grinned.

"Yeah, because I'm the jealous one.." I scoffed back.

"Hazel, I have no clue. Okay?" He sat back against his bed frame, and sighed. "How many guys have you kissed?"

"10, what about you?" I smirked.

"Zero guys, about maybe 9 girls, Some of them fans. Then there was Caroline flack, Taylor Swift, Kendall Jenner, Felicity Skinner, the one I had when I was 12, and you."

"I thought you never kissed Kendall.." I looked at him.

"I did once, that was it. It wasn't when I was with you though."

"Mkay," I bit my lip, "I think I'm done answering questions."

"Just one more. Do you love me back?" Harry looked in my eyes.

"I don't know.."

"I'm positive you do know," He retorted, trying to get me to confess.

I took the remote from his soft hands and pressed play.

I traced over his arm tattoos with my hand, his skin always so thick and clean.

Eventually I fell asleep but Harry woke me up with his loud snoring.

"Harrryyy," I hit him with a pillow.

He woke up and fell off his side of the bed.

"What?"

"Your snoring is too loud."

"It's the rain, now lets go outside," Harry replied while getting up.

"But-"

"No butts, now come on."

Harry pulled me outside, tugging at my wrist.

I screamed as the water drenched my outfit. The sky was pitch black, no clouds in sight.

It was around midnight, and Harry was running down the sidewalk like a little kid.

"Hurry, follow me," He ordered.

I ran after him and He slid his hand into mine.

It barely ever rains in Los Angeles, but tonight must of been different.

I silently followed him as we ran down the sidewalk, splashing every puddle in sight.

For awhile, The only sound that escaped our mouths was laughter.

My whole leg was soaked in puddle water.

I groaned and sat down on a wet bench a few feet away.

The atmosphere felt weird. It was raining, but the humidity was high.

It created an uncomfortable, sticky feeling.

Harry was chuckling at my soaked jean leg, so I pushed him into a mud puddle.

"Hazel! My god!" He yelled while getting up.

"It's mud, you act like a little girl around it," I laughed and threw a handful of mud at his shirt.

"well then, since it's just mud.."

"What do you mean by th-"

Before I could finish, He tackled me. I was stuck under him, getting my back soaked in mud.

I smirked, not showing the reaction he wanted.

Harry frowned, and dipped his hand in the mud beside us.

He swirled his fingers around and wiped it on my face.

My face was now apparently a canvas, and Harry was the artist.

He smiled to himself after looking at my face.

I wiggled underneath him, trying to escape.

He wasn't heavy, considering the fact that he was holding himself up with his arms.

"Let me go," I begged.

"Nope."

"Harry, my hair is already bad as it is. Ill ruin yours if you won't let me up," I blackmailed.

"I'm not scared of you, and plus I love your hair," He smiled.

I rolled my eyes and tried to push him off, using all my strength.

"You are weak," Harry grinned.

"You are heavy."

"Well played, Hazel Lauren Paige."

"Cool, now get off of me."

He quickly got up and offered his hand.

I took it, and Harry pulled me close into a kiss.

Every second got more and more passionate, to the point where we were almost inseparable.

Not to mention, the downpour of rain added a romantic touch.

After a few moments, we started running again.

"So Harry, you finally got that kiss in the rain now," I laughed.

"How did you even know I wanted that?" He looked At me.

"There's a little thing called Instagram. You don't have stalkers for nothing, you know."

With a quick chuckle, he pulled me inside of a warn-down brick building.

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Sorry I haven't updated.

I have a lot going on with school.

Xx