Stubborn Love (Harry Styles)

Just a lil disclaimer: none of the boys in the book is famous x

Sam's POV

"Seriously Sam you should consider it." Niall said. He came over after work to help me to find an apartment. We've known eachother since I came to America and he's one of the few friends I made in San Diego. I moved here from Birmingham a few months ago, hoping to run away from my haunting past.

"I don't even know him, Ni. I can't just move into his house without knowing him." I tell him. I've always been a very controlled person, and staying with a stranger scares me.

"You don't really have many options here," he sighs. "You can't afford a flat right now and I don't think he would mind having you around for a few weeks." He states. He's not wrong for sure, but yet again I don't know the guy I'll stay with. Nice? Rude? Polite? He could be anything.

"What's his name again?" I ask.

"It's Harry. He's not the easiest person to talk to but he's ok. I mean, I hope you don't mind cigarettes and alcohol though." He laughs. Great.

Alcohol always brought me terrible memories. My father, who was supposed to be a guiding figure, let me see him in the most miserable state a man can be. I remember waiting for him to pick me up at school, and of course he would forget; or he would come, rarely, and I could smell the liquor everytime. That's how I remember my father, a drunk, miserable man who left his wife and daughter for alcohol. Since then alcohol has been a rather touchy subject for me, I never drank and never had close relationships with the ones that did. My father was enough to prove me how easily it could ruin lives.

I shrug. "I don't mind, I just hope he's not as rude as you say he is," I laugh.

"Rude is not exactly how I would call him," he says "maybe, not so friendly?" he adds with a small smile.

"So he's basically a jerk." I tell him. He laughs. God I really hope to get on well with the guy, Harry.

"I won't argue with that." He smiles.

I shake my head smiling, hoping that I wasn't getting in too much trouble.

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I decide to listen to Niall and go to his friends house, as he said I don't really have much of a choice. I took a taxi early, to avoid the rush hour. The weather was amazing, the sun warming my surroundings. It was windy, but not the England freezing wind, but a nice wind, the typical San Diego weather.

"That's 17$." I consider telling him that's a little too much for a seven minutes ride but I don't want to make problems so I pay him what he asked for.

I get out of the filthy car full of empty water bottles, receipts and paper and head to the house Niall told me about. He described it as a big, modern house with a yard. All the houses look everything but modern, red bricks covering the front. I almost give up and call Niall when I spot a white house with large windows, very different from the others. The walls are all white, covered by three huge clear windows. The yard is not so big, but it looks very nice with such a big house.

I manage to get to the porch although my bags were double my weight. I rang the bell. Nothing. I rang it twice. Three times. I was about to rang another time when the door opened and man, I wasn't ready for what I was about to see.

A tall, half naked guy who I suppose it's Harry, appears to the door and I nearly have to cover my eyes. He only has a towel wrapped around his waist and he's chest is bare, covered in what look like thousands of random tattoos. His hair is wet and some drops were still falling from it. At first I just stand there like a fool with my mouth slightly opened, debating whether to run away as far as possible or grow myself a pair of balls and face him. No doubt I'm wimp and normally I would run away, but I had no cash with me and no place to stay.

"What? The mail again?" He asks approaching to me with an annoyed expression. He looks something like a 20 years old party animal selfish guy.

"Uhm no I'm Sam, Niall's friend." I say smiling and offering him an handshake which he obviously refused to take, not even moving. He just stood there staring at me and I felt so uncomfortable. He's eyes scanned my bags and he looked at me clearly not understanding. Awkward. I was about to speak again but then something changed in his eyes like he just remembered something.

"Oh you're the homeless poor girl he told me about?" He said almost laughing at me. I looked at him. If Niall said he was a douche, he was definitely being nice.

"Actually, I'm moving in my flat in a month or so, it's just not ready. I'm sorry I bothered you, I'll find someone else," I said a little unconvinced and hurt. I really didn't have anywhere else to go and this guy wasn't making it any easier.

"No, I promised him that I would keep you and he's done too many favours to me to refuse. Period." he talks about me like I was some kind of annoying thing he wants to get rid of.

"Listen I don't th-" he surprises me by taking my arm and leading me inside. He takes my bags and sets them on the floor. We enter the house and it's even better in the inside. The walls are covered in modern paintings and pictures. The couches and the flat screen tv look expensive and there's a huge black carpet between them.

"You'll have to follow simple rules. You sleep on the couch, no girly-cleaning and never, ever get in my room. Understood?" I nod slowly, trying to process all the "simple rules".

No girly-cleaning? I never heard such a thing, he must have some weird complex about cleaning in his brain. People literally pay other people to clean their apartments. Indeed, the tables are full of old pizza and cokes, with some cigarettes left there. The furniture is dusty and the only shining thing in the room is the tv. The house is so big and the furniture is so beautiful and it's such a shame to treat it that way.

He went upstairs, me still trying to take in the whole situation. This guy was definitely demanding and rude for sure. I went in the kitchen straight to the fridge to eat something for breakfast. Of course, it was full of beers and some wine I never heard about, and tomato sauce. I sigh.

"What are you doing?" I jump a little at the sound of his raspy voice. He's standing at the door, now with a black tshirt and skinny jeans on.a

"I-I was trying to find something to eat," I state. He laughs. I would say he's high but it's 9am and I sure as hell hope he's not. Maybe he's just a cheery person?

"You're not going to find anything in there," he says with a weird smile. I take a moment to study his features. He's eyes are green, stunning compared to my boring gray ones, he's curls are messily styled and his lips are a deep shade of pink. He's rude attitude makes these features look lame and not important.

He waves a hand in front of my face.

"Sorry I zoned out," I say, trying to hide my embarassement, shaking off my head the weird thoughts about him.

"I see. Well I have to go out, remember the rules." He says putting on a plain black shirt and lighting his cigarette, the smoke filling the room. I roll my eyes and for a second I want to ask him where he's going but I decide it's better not to.

"What's your name again?" He asks. I almost laugh, I've been here for an hour at least and he has actually never asked my name.

"Sam, it's Sam." I say looking at the floor, somehow shy.

He looks at me one more time with a smirk before closing the door.

I know it's short, I'll make the next one longer I promise! Oh and I don't picture Sam as a celebrity, but if you want it would be like a mixture between Megan Fox and Maia Mitchell :)