That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Fifty

Chapter FIFTY

Dedicated to my FANS.

* D a r c y *

His expression was so certain, so sure he would take me to Winter Formal. The look on his face has never looked so confident, idiotically facing at me with fresh red expensive roses on his left hand. A laugh escaped my mouth, walking towards him with a mocking smile. "I said no."

His right hand pressed down to wipe the side of his lips, and licked them rather slowly, smiling wide afterwards revealing the straightness of his teeth. "Are you rejecting me?"

His hand forces me to take the roses, and twirls me like a salsa dance, feeling his left hand to catch my back from preventing me from falling. Hastily making my eyes reshape wide, seeing his green orbs shimmer in the deep night down at mine. "Reject." He walked his free hand up my arm, taking his eyes down following his actions. "Is something that is very new to me." He followed his hand walking more upwards up to my arm. Tickling me with delight, and feeling goosebumps spread around my body. It was like his fingers that were skiing, perhaps skating, or so perchance mini legs running up my arm. It was chilling. "It took me courage to ask you, Mary. And you reject me?" His head tilts, and eyes gleam back to mine with that playful smirk plastered on those pink rosy lips he has.

"Amanda took the time to ask you, and you reject her." My point threw him back with a light chuckle and agape parted lips after.

"I don't even like her." His lips quivered in disgust. "Why take someone that makes me anger within a second."

"Like me?" I battle to stand in my feet but his hand take me up further.

Our foreheads touched in that moment, and I was drawn back, utterly awaken by the clash. It's like a rush of winter air hit me granting me to shiver and expressing a light gasp by the bitter cold. No, it wasn't that at all. Yet it was the contact we shared.

The fact that our heads touched on top of each other made me quiver. Hand grabbing my waist, my right grabbing his chest, he began to smirk deeper, revealing that hole present next to his dimpled cheeks.

"You and Amanda are not compatible." He grits, instantly changing his mood once again. "She was not the one I seek."

"Still not going." I nervously reply and he soothes my cheeks. "S-Stop t-touching me."

"Why don't you want to go? I know how to dance, I'll teach you." Harry whispers close, very close to my lips.

My body try's to escape one more time, but fail again. Harry knows how to dance? A small snort might have escaped at the moment. "I'm serious." He says.

"I don't know." I said.

The look on his face turned blue. He wasn't very fond that my answer wasn't accurate, but still I wanted to keep his gift. It came to mind that he really tried to ask me to Formal, my schools Winter Formal. And that he also knew how to dance, in which my mind will never might have guessed. But he asked me, and no one did at school including Jason. Harry is the only guy I am always mean to, and he is... Nice?

He let me stand up straight, and I fixed my shirt and jeans. "Fine." Harry coldly bites.

I never knew that one word can shoot my like a thousand bullets into my heart. But it was like I asked for suicide, to take the shots that made me feel dark inside.

"There is so much in my mind, Harry. Sorry I am so bitter." My hand grips his shoulder.

His green eyes, looks away while biting his lips. "It's fine." It seems like he took a breath to ease his temper. "Okay." He re-bites his lips.