The Story of Us-- One Direction/ Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Four - Meaningless

Chapter Four - Meaningless

     Stupid, stupid, stupid! I walked quickly off the pier and towards the beach, attempting to get as far from Joey's as possible. Why had I gotten so offended when Harry touched me? Oh yeah, because he slightly reminded me of a rapist. Yet, I couldn't lie to myself anymore. I was totally attracted to him. I just didn't want him to know it yet. I would come off really easy and then I'd fall in love but he wouldn't...and let's just say, it would all end very ugly if I admitted to anyone I was attracted to him. I stopped, only to take my shoes off so I could kick the sand freely. Nobody was at the beach, everyone was at the carnival on the pier. It was also dark, maybe around eleven o'clock. The dark ocean sparkled in the moonlight as I slowed my pace. I didn't want to get home too quickly. 

      "CHARLOTTE!" someone called. I spun around and there he was, running towards me like some kind of prince. I rolled my eyes and turned back around, proceeding to walk home. "Charlotte, wait! Wait, wait, wait!" 

      "Go home, Harry." I said as he ran up to me, now walking backwards so he could face me. 

      "Well, my home is a little far away, unlike yours." he joked. I didn't crack a smile. My face was cold like stone. 

      "Look, I'm sorry I touched you earlier," he said, stopping in front of me. He towered over me completely. His sweet breath washed over my face. I suddenly wished I hadn't eaten any onions. 

      "Whatever, Harry. It's fine," 

      "No, it's not. You're mad," he spoke, not letting me pass him. I looked up at him, my eyebrows creased together. 

      "What's it going to take for you to finally get the picture? I'm not interested," I spat, pushing him aside and trudging away. He ran ahead of me again, determined to stop me. This kid was literally dancing on the edge of my nerves...

      "I know you're lying," he said, smiling at me. I raised an eyebrow quizzically, crossing my arms. 

      "Oh really? Prove it," 

      "You rub your hands on your thighs when you lie. Your palms get really sweaty," He then grabbed one of my drenched, clammy hands, smiling in victory. Crap.

      "False. I'm just hot," I lied, pulling my hand back and rubbing it against my thighs again to wipe away any nasty excess sweat that he could use against me. He chuckled at me, his nose scrunching up in an adorable way. 

      "It's freezing out here," he stated. 

       "I have an abnormally high body temperature," 

      "No. I think you just don't like to admit your feelings," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. He was on to me. I didn't like it. I sighed and walked to the water, plopping down on the sand so the water lapped at my toes. Harry followed my lead, wrapping his arms around his knees and staring out at the ocean. 

      "I'm still not attracted to you," I muttered. Harry grinned without looking at me. 

      "The fact that you just told me that makes me think that you are," he whispered. I shook my hand, picking up sand and letting it slide out of my fingers. 

      "You're wrong," I sang. Harry picked up some pebbles out of the sand, throwing them out in the water. 

      "For the sake of the argument, let's say I'm not wrong. Why are you here with me then?" he asked, throwing one last rock before turning his attention to me. Damn it, I hated being put on the spot.