Playing the Player (Harry styles)

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Rosie.

That was it. I was done for today. Insulting me in front of my kids, humiliating me wherever he wanted too, using who ever he wanted too... disrespecting people... and unfortunately wasn't even ashamed of himself. What kind of human was he. Or if I'm not wrong .. he wasn't even a human. Just another hopeless animal. 

I tried to gather some left-over courage in me and looked up to meet his eyes. 

His reception was lot more than concluded.  I watched as his olive green eyes which always glistened with twinkles went dull , his mouth slowly hung , parting his plump cracked but still the soft lips. It felt like he almost lost his breath , making impossible for him to stand moreover he looked... he looked Fragile.

Obviously the word didn't suite him. But why? Why even after the situation I witnessed my mind was able to process all these stupid adjectives for his features. I should be happy of what I've done. Instead , I was more concerned about how his olive green eyes which always glistened with twinkles went dull . I wasn't able to focus on the real crisis.

Why? 

Shaking my thoughts , I retreated back to reality. 

"Rosie...we're getting late..I guess we should go." His cracked voice choked out from his throat. He din't said a word ahead and walked towards the door shoving his fists in his trademark black jeans pocket. 

'Wow Rose.. so now you've even kept a note of his Trademark Black Jeans..' 

Amazing isn't it? 

Well whatever it was... I actually won. For the first time I gained control over someone... someone's feelings. I gained control over someone's feeling but was I doing it right?. No matter how he played on other... I din't wanted to become one of his kind.Anyways.. I have more other important thing rather than discussing his feeling with my self. 

"I'm sorry everyone.. for..for today's uh.. drama.. the class is over.. you all may leave now.." I stammered deliberately, not even to meet their faces. I felt sorry for myself. For doing all this in front of them. All of them left with hushed tones. At least they understood what other's feel, they weren't like that freak , always putting his nose in some situation. 

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The door of the duster shut with a loud thud as I sat inside. 

"-Woah!... easy there Flower.. she's expensive.." 

My face forthwith cringed at his words as I jerked a bit. My eyebrows hauled together as I tried to put things together.What did he just said?.I thought something made a huge impression on him on what he did earlier today.. but of course  .. what difference had it made on him.He was back on track..I looked at him. The sparks in his eye were back. The smug smirk was plastered on his face. It was disgusting. At least for today he could have shown some sympathy towards his behavior.What was I even thinking. 

"You are back aren't you.." I murmured looking towards him as the engine roared. 

"Excuse me?" He countered back raising his brows like nothing happened. I shook my head in antipathy.the car started and with in a minute we hit the main road." You're unbelievable." I replied still in shock. He chuckled mischievously as he shook his head. "Are you okay flower..?" He pretended to look concerned but obviously he was stifling his laugh so hard. I din't said anything ahead. It was of no use. I just continued to look at him from the corner of my eye... how could some one be so beautiful yet such a lunatic. 

"We're here !!" He chimed excitedly shutting the engine off. I unbuckled myself when my eyes fell on his wrist. He had a few dark colored bands placed tightly one against another. Well recently I searched bout them. Well obviously I'm NOT a directioner but meeting them was insisting me to actually know more bout them. Anyways ,during my research I read about Harry's Bands. Like his trademark Jeans, shirt and stuff he had his bands. People said that none would find him without his bands. Processing all this.... A question shot in my mind. Again.