Tempting Styles

Chapter Eight

*Harry's pov*

A ridiculously long meeting with management had been over after a couple of hours. I'd come home straight after hoping to relax and maybe get some sleep, but I had given up on that idea after about an hour of tossing and turning. Now I was pacing up and down my room, trying to figure out a plan. The boys had embarrassed me this morning when I had, once again, seen Dru, and now they were all convinced I liked her, even though the only thing I liked about her were her looks. I needed to find a way to show them how wrong they were, but most importantly I had to stop wanting her so badly and I surely had to stop being rejected over and over again, I mean enough is enough! She is completely making me lose my game. I hadn't had sex in more than 2 weeks. That is way too long for me.

I have to go clubbing. Tonight I have to go out and find a hot girl who will not reject me and I desperately need to have fun. As I continued to pace I started forming a plan in my head, and soon I knew where I would go and what I would do to get the fun, I so desperately needed.

As I walked towards the exit of the club, I felt satisfied with myself. I put a check next to 'do hot girl' on the list in my mind and smiled happily as I already felt more relaxed than I had earlier today. It was relatively early, but in my state of pure calm all I wanted to do was go home and sleep. So I left the club, leaving the loud music behind me as the doors closed behind me.

I was planning on staying this content with life for as long as possible and hoped nothing would ruin it for me. But obviously that just wouldn't happen.

I watched a girl approach me in the dark street, and recognized her as Dru. Why am I seeing her again? I thought hopelessly as she came closer. Am I day dreaming? Cause if I am, I seriously need to get my head checked. As Dru came closer I realized it wasn't a dream, I was actually seeing her and was relieved that I wasn't going crazy, but what was it with her and me! I had never met her before in my life and now all of a sudden it seemed like we couldn't stay even a day without coming across each other. I really didn't even want to see her right now because a. it brought all of my sexual frustration back and b. I hadn't thought about an explanation for what my friends had said to her this morning, and I didn't want to have to think one up. Damn it, I was supposed to be calm and happy!

I felt frustration flood my thoughts and all my muscles tensed as Dru noticed me. She stopped in her tracks, only a couple of meters or so away from me, and clenched her little jaw. Good, I thought as I studied her face and found obvious annoyance on it, she is just as frustrated about this as I am. I realized I had stopped walking too and knew we must look a little stupid, so I slowly started walking towards her. Surprisingly she talked first.

"Hi." She said when we were face to face, I could here she was trying to mask her annoyance so I politely nodded in acknowledgement to her greeting.

"What are you doing out here at night?" I asked her, looking her up and down to study her outfit. She was wearing really short jean shorts, which I was surprised to see her in, a pair of black heels and a black lacey top that didn't reveal too much, but did show a bit of her black bra. Though somehow, even without showing too much skin, she still looked a lot hotter than half of the women I saw in the club. Surely hotter than that girl I just did in the bathroom a few minutes ago, I thought to myself and shook my head. This wasn't good, I had to stop comparing other girls to her otherwise I'd be forever hopeless.

*Dru's pov*

"I'm meeting some friends in the club" I answered once he was done checking me out -because let's face it: that's what he was doing-, and pointed at the building behind him, to indicate which club I was talking about. He nodded sticking his hands in his pockets and remaining quiet for a second. I took the moment of silence as a chance to look at him. For the most part he looked like he always did but there was something... different. I continued my visual inspection and finally got it: His hair looked messier than usual. His curls, that always looked soft and styled, were tangled, knotted and all over the place. Looks like sex hair... I thought, and before I knew it I had blurted it out at him. "You have sex hair." I stated. Oh god. Did I just say that out loud? Oh shit, I did.

"Yeah I know I have sexy hair." He said smirking.

"Not sexy," I corrected him "Sex, like ... intercourse you know?" I tried to make myself clear by speaking slowly. He looked a bit shocked at my bluntness, but it was too late to take it back and I wasn't going to let him think I had called him sexy. Dream on Styles.

He tried to brush his fingers through the mess on his head, but quickly gave up since it clearly wasn't working. "Well maybe that's because I just had 'intercourse'." He answered, and I shook my head.

"You had sex in a club? Wow, you must be really desperate." I stated and he looked at me with a shocked expression.

"I'm not desperate! I just happened to be given an opportunity and I didn't give it up. Simple as that." He looked me straight in the eye and told me.

This boy was unbelievable, but probably not worse than the poor girl who he had had sex with. He raised his eyebrows at my expression. "What?" He asked.

I didn't want to go into detail about the disgust I felt for him, so I brushed it off with a "Nothing." He didn't seem convinced and looked like he was about to request an explanation but he didn't as another thought seem to enter his mind.

Harry's eyebrows furrowed and a small crease formed between them. "You know when I saw you this morning..." He said trailing off. I nodded and realized I had met him twice in one day! I need to understand what I did to deserve this kind of Karma. There was no way I was just bumping into him everywhere as a coincidence, I was convinced I had done something bad or maybe he was just stalking me - but to be honest the latter seemed a bit unrealistic as a moment ago he had seemed just as pissed as me to be meeting again. "My friends like to make fun of me... but they didn't mean anything that they were saying. I don't like you." Harry finished off and the crease between his eyebrows disappeared, he looked happy to have gotten the words out.

"Oh wow thanks. I don't like you either." I glared at him and crossed my arms.

The crease between his eyebrows returned and he got a very thoughtful expression on his face. "No I don't mean it that way. I mean... I don't 'like' like you. I don't mind you as a person even though it is freaky that we keep on running into each other." He said.

"Umm thanks I don't mind you as a person either?" I mean to say it as a statement but it came out more as a question. "And I know it's weird, we've now seen each other two times in the same day!"

"Yeah I know! Weird... Are you stalking me Dru?" he said as he furrowed his eyebrows at me in a jokey way, and then laughed at his own joke. What a boy.

"Damn it, you caught me!" I said sarcastically as I laughed along with him. I looked up at him and our laughter died down. We are not friends, I reminded myself.

"Yeah but anyways, I was just checking to make sure there wasn't any type of misunderstanding." He told me.

"Nah, it's ok. I figured your friends were kidding, and I don't mind. They seemed really nice and funny." I said as I looked up at him. He was staring really intently at me and it kind of freaked me out so I asked him what it was. "What are you staring at?" I questioned as I stood there awkwardly, feeling very stared at.

"You have really beautiful eyes..." he blurted out and as soon as he did I noticed his face expression change and a bright red formed on his cheeks. My eyes widened in shock as I looked at him. A compliment from Harry Styles. Last time we saw each other, we were about to rip each other's heads off and now I was getting compliments from him? This was definitely a first. I felt my cheeks warm up and I shuffled my feet around nervously.

"Thanks." I mumbled so quietly that I wasn't sure he had even heard me, but he did.

"Uhh... You're welcome..." Harry stuttered and said he had to go. He waved a small goodbye at me before he walked around me to his car. Well, that was certainly awkward. First of all we had a kind of civilized conversation - except for the sex part - and second, he complimented me. That was definitely weird and unexpected.

As I started to walk away and rethink the whole conversation with Harry till the part he said I had beautiful eyes, I felt a small smile appear on my lips. Even though I still didn't like Harry and our little 'meetings', I liked that we had finally had a nice conversation where we weren't hating on each other. I most definitely didn't mind the compliment either.