Alone >> Harry Styles [ON HOLD]

Chapter Nine.

"After you." He said and I walked further followed by him.

"What are you planning to do in your holidays?" It's a simple question. I can answer that.

"I have to study and plan for my college, you know."

"You've got to be kidding me. Who studies on their vacation."

"I do." I frowned.

"Geek." He teased.

How dare he? Ok I act a little nerdy and yeah I study more than the usuals but hey it's all for my future. He can't call me a geek. Who does he think he is? Course Harry Styles the hearthrober.

"Spoiled son." I fired back.

"I'm not a spoiled son."

I frowned.

"Ok ok yes I like to party and I don't study but everyone does that,"

"But there are few exceptions." He smirked.

"It's all for my future. I don't waste time partying."

"So you mean you've never had a boyfriend?" When did he reach there?

"I did not said that."

"So you mean you are boring." He smirked.

I don't like people getting to know my personal things. Who is he to know if I have had a boyfriend or not. He is making me feel nauseate.

"Harry can't you just shut up." I snapped. He is infuriating me.

"Oh c'mon I will not tell this to anyone. You can trust me." Is he kidding? I hope so.

"Trust you? Seriously harry?" I sneered.

He frowned.

"Yes." He said.

"Harry after what you did, you want me to trust you. Trust you?" I snapped.

"I know I was being a dick but can't you just give me a second chance?"

I hopped him to yell back at me but. He didn't. What's up with him these days? I'm so confused. Is he really sorry? 'Or maybe he is just playing with you' my subconscious sneered at me. I ignored her. He is not lying this time but part of me still believe this bitch.

"How can I know you are not playing with me?" I questioned.

"Uhm I can prove you."

"Prove me? What?" What the hell will he prove me?

"That I mean it." He shrugged.

"Ok then let's see." I said, my expression blank.

He grinned and started walking towards his house and I just followed him.

Our relationship is quite awkward. Relationship? My subconscious frowned. Why is she always had to pop her head.

One moment, we are fighting and yelling over each other and next we are apologizing to each other. I'm bloody sure I must be having a conference hall set up inside of me to sort out this problem. I wish people can know what's going on in the other person's head.

He is Harry Styles, who can get whichever girl he can. Then why is he trying to get me or even want to be friends with. It's so exasperating.

"Why are you so isolated?" He all of a sudden asked. I was taken back by that question.

Am I really a loner?

"What?"

"I mean why you are like...you know a loner type." Here it goes. My confidence level shattering into million pieces.