Opposites attract. (Harry Styles )

Chapter 16.

Song: The Vamps, wild heart.

"What the FUCK!" Someone screaming wakes me up. I sit up straight away but an arm is holding me down.

I rub my eyes to get a better sight of what is happening, I look to my left and see that Dean is lying beside me and has his arm around me. I then look up to the bedroom door and see that it is Harry.

"What?" I ask. It is early in the morning and he is screaming in my apartment. The clock is only 8.30. what the hell is he doing up at this hour? Moreover, how did he get in my apartment, I swear to god if he broke in I will not hesitate to kill him.

"Did you sleep with him?" he asks, I can see him starting to turn red.

"No, we were tired and I didn't bother to get the couch ready for him so he crashed in here." I tell him.

"Why is it such a big deal anyway?" I ask him.

He doesn't answer he just walks out of the room and I follow him right behind. He walks to the front door and opens it, but I am fast enough and I get a hold of his shirt before he walks completely out.

He is wearing his usual black skinny jeans, but now a pair with holes in the knees, and he is wearing a see through shirt with only half the buttons buttoned up. I can see all his chest tattoos and arm tattoos; I have to admit he looks smokin' in these clothes. His hair is just normally pushed back.

"Where are you going?" I ask him.

"home." He simply answers.

"What is your deal with Dean?" I ask him, hoping to get an answer out of him.

"I don't like him, and you are mine." He tells me, I let go of his shirt and take a step back.

"I am not yours! You are talking about me like I am some object that you are tossing around, well guess what I am not. I am no ones." I tell him. My blood is starting to boil and I am getting annoyed with the whole 'Dean deal'.

"We are going out tomorrow, so that makes you mine." He tells me. I scoff at his behavior. I don't like when people talk about me like I am an object. It was the same in school between my friends, when my friends didn't like each other they would fight over which side I would be on, like I was just an object between. No one cared what I thought.

"I won't be yours until you ask me to be yours." I tell him, he doesn't respond he just turns around and start walking to his flat.

"You want to know a secret?" I yell after him, when he is halfway down the hall. The elderly couple that we saw yesterday came out and told us to shut up, but I didn't care. They didn't go inside either, this was something they had to see. Not really anything interesting, it was just some gossip for them to tell their friends when they met them, and they tell them what happens in their apartment building.

"What?" he asks while he is turning around to face me.

"You are so jealous, when there is not even a reason to be jealous." I tell him, he is about to turn around when I speak up again.

"You know, Dean is gay." I tell him. I hear the old couple gasp at what I just said, and I can see the surprised look on Harry's face. He doesn't say anything he just speed walks over to me and cups my face and before I know it he is kissing me. I kiss him back and I can feel him smile through the kiss.

The old couple 'awws' and I hear Dean coming out and asks what this is all about, but he shuts up as soon as he sees me and Harry.

"You, me tomorrow at six." Is all Harry says before he leaves me standing in the middle in the hallway with and old couple on my right and Dean to my left.

I laugh a little to myself before I wave goodbye to the old couple and walk over to Dean.

"Don't ask." I tell him, he just giggles like a little girl.

That is one thing about Dean that I love, he can be like a little girl, or my girl best friend and we can talk about boys, clothes, and stuff like that. However, he can also be my older brother and take care of me. When he is my bigger brother he is like a real boy, and not some girly boy, but I love him anyway. He was there for me, even though I pushed him away and did not speak to him for months. Yet, still he is here. He is such an amazing friend.

The rest of the day, I just showed Dean around London. We went to the London Eye and he loved it, he took it twice just because he loved the view. We saw Big Ben and a lot more.

'Next day.'

 

I was getting ready for Harry's date and mine, he had texted me earlier that I should just wear some casual clothes. I found my flannel shirt-dress; it was so long to me that I could use it as a dress. It reached mid-thigh. The rest I just had like I normally did. Harry told me to come to him when I was ready. He is not the type of person to be original and pick the girl up. Well at least not when they live in the same building.

I was ready and said my goodbyes to Dean, he still meant that I should wait here for him but I didn't listen to him.

I walked over to Harry's flat and knocked a couple of times. He didn't come to the door so I tried to open it, and to my luck it was open. I walked in and I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Harry and Louis was sitting on the floor smoking, and drinking. I don't think it was normal smoke either, it was weed. I knew that he smoked weed and drinks but I didn't think that he would to that now.

"Heyy!" Louis screamed once he saw me.

"What are you doing here?" Louis asked me, Harry hadn't even looked at me. What was his deal?

"I was going on a date with that idiot, but he seems busy." I say more to Harry then to Louis.

"Dude, he doesn't go on dates. He just screws them and dumps 'em." Louis tells me. I don't even answer I just walk out the door.

Harry stops me by grabbing my arm.

"What?" I ask him.

"You look hot." He says like nothing is wrong.

"You are high and we were supposed to go out on a date, but since you don't date. This was just something to get in between my legs." I tell him. He looks stunned at my answer to him.

"I do date, I just haven't told Louis."

"Well, then I guess you have to find someone else to date."

"The reason they don't know is because they think that I am some badass motherfucker." He tells me, like that is going to help the case.

"So your reputation is means more than going on a date?" I ask him.

"Yes, No I don't know." He answers honestly.

I don't even respond to him I just walk back to my flat.

I walk inside and Dean gives me a confused look asking what happened since I was home so early.

"He was high and drunk." I tell him, Dean gasps and gestures for me to sit down on the floor with him and watch Titanic. He started watching Titanic when I left, to make him feel better.

At the end of the movie, Dean is crying more than me because Jack let go and died. I cry a little bit, but I don't need any tissues or anything unlike Dean, he has almost used a whole box full of tissues. He has this major crush on the dude that plays Jack in Titanic; I have totally forgotten his name. I don't disagree with Dean, but it is not like I am crying my eyes out, because he dies in a movie.

The rest of the night, we just spent talking about celebrity boys and dreaming about them, even though we knew that they didn't even know that we existed. I have this thing for Johnny Depp, and Dean thinks I am crazy because Johnny turn 51 this summer, but I don't care he is smoking hot and I would marry him in a blink of an eye. Dean just laughs at me.

I decide that I should go to bed, because I have work tomorrow and it is another party, or not a party but some gathering for a couple of guys, because the main dude is getting married, so it is his last day before he is a married man. They want something cool and fun, and I have no idea what to do, so I have a lot of work to do.