(Im sorry for the very very late update im a horrible person)
"Oh please, give me a night and I'll make you" he says, his green eyes staring deep into mine. I take a step back and narrow my eyes at him.
"What do you mean by that?" I ask, a bit confused. When he puts it like that it makes him sound so superior which makes me uncomfortable.
"One night with me and you'll be at my feet" he says and I scoff, what does he take me for?
"Please, you must pretty conceited to think that of yourself" I roll my eyes.
"I'm not conceited love, but I know what you girls are like with sex, it wouldn't matter because you're a virgin anyway" I scoff even louder than before and I give him a dirty look. Yes he's right, but he doesn't have to call me out on it, it's not like I don't already know that fact. Wait a minute...
"How would you know? You don't know my life" I'm begging to feel the familiar frustration I get that reminds me why I hate him.
"You're so innocent, that's what I think. If it weren't true you would simply deny it, it's okay though you don't have to be ashamed" he smirks but my anger boils.
"I'm not ashamed, okay?" I snap and take a step towards him. Who does he think he is?
"Ah so you're not denying it then" I can tell he's enjoying this "You know, I could change that-" I swat him in the chest before the can finish his sentence and walk away. "Hey don't be like that!" he shouts behind me, but like always he says something only a disgusting moron would say and it pisses me off. I keep on walking, not even bothering to run but he's right by my side in a second. "Listen, I'm only messing"
This is one thing he'll never understand. I hate being labeled as that, the virgin. I'm a lot more than just my sexual experience and why does he have to point that out? He thinks he can have me one night and I'm his... sounds like a lot of bullshit to me.
He grabs my wrist and I immediately shrug his hand off "Don't touch me" I say as I stop in my tracks.
"Listen, I didn't mean it I..." he shakes his head.
"Oh save it for your little girlfriend, Harry. Maybe she can put up with you but I won't" he gives me a confused look.
"Er, who?"
"Don't play dumb. Natalie of course" I cross my arms "You're obviously together. I saw that hickey on your neck and how you sat together at the hang out" He starts laughing at me but I'm in really no mood to laugh with him.
"Natalie's not my girlfriend your muppet. Well, we've messed around but she's not my girlfriend. Wait, you're not jealous are you?" he arches an eyebrow at me.
"Pft what? No, why would I be jealous of her. If she wants you she can have you, I really don't care" he takes a step towards me, making me step back against the photobooth and my breathing suddenly gets heavier as he stares at me with those emerald eyes. Don't give in Lilah, don't. He leans in moves the piece of hair behind my ear.
"This hickey" he barely whispers "was you" His words leave me breathless and it's frightening how bipolar he is and how bipolar he makes me. I'm not myself when I'm with him. He moves my hair to the side and plants a small kiss on my kick, just below my ear. I couldn't have caused that love bite... could I?
Just as I think he's going to proceed with his kisses, he leans up and stares down at me with both hands on the wall on either sides of my face, enclosing me in the small space between us. "Better now?" he asks and I nod. He brings out the worst in me but in a messed up way he has me wrapped around his finger.
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Good Intentions - Harry Styles Fanfic
Fanfiction*** A.N: Okay so, I wrote this story when I was very young, and now, over 3 years later, I realise that the story is definitely not as good as I thought it was (in fact it's pretty bad). Why do I say this? Because if any of you read this and think "...
