Shayla's Point of View.
My God Harry, why did he do this to me? Why did I even dare to drink with him? I am such an Idiot. I knew he wasn't good for me. But yet I gave in. Harry Styles is my kryptonite, but unlike Superman, I can not break myself away from him. I find my self groaning as my phone blows up, presumably from him. I threw my phone in the trunk, but It kept blaring. I drove to a near McDonalds, trying to recover. My legs were sore, and my ass was throbbing.
I went to the bathroom and while no one was looking, I pulled my pants down to see the hand prints. I wasn't dissapointed or surprised. There were 4 of them on my butt cheek. I sighed; They hurt. He was so rough......The thought made me smile abit though, then I growled again. Harry Styles was rough on me Shayla Taylor Grace. My Gawd.
I drove remembering that I had put my phone in the trunk, I kept hearing his annoying voice go off as his personal ringtone. " You know you wanna answer the phone Love, Yes you Shayla Love, so answer Pleaseeeeee?????" I groaned as it went off for the 4th time, so i pulled over and answered it. " What Harry?", I said pissed. I heard a sigh, then I heard...Zayn? " 'Ello Lovely.", the voice said that I confirmed as Harry's, slightly dissapointed if I might add. " What, In hells name do you want?", I said groaning.
" You. And for you to come over.", Harry said.
"No."
" Niall's making pancakes....Can we please just talk about it?", he said sighing and begging. I sighed and knew the face he was making, so I decided to throw myself in the trap.
"Fine Styles, but I am never being in the house alone with you again.", I said frowning.
" Why? Do I make you nervous?", Styles said cockily.
I hung up the phone.
