Explosions ~ Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Two

I should have never tried to play The Games with her

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Louis had an appointment the next day and couldn't walk to school with us the next day.

"I'm going to play The Games with Rebecca." I blurted out to Zayn.

"No" he shook his head "Not to her."

"Why? She's just a girl." I shrugged.

"She's not just a girl, Harry. She's a pure and beautiful girl, don't take that away from her."

I scoffed, "You're only saying that because you like her."

"No, I'm not. It's wrong to play with girls like that. It's not fair. I thought you were done with doing that."

"If you like her so much, ask her out. She already thinks you're the sexiest guy in this school, Zayn." I mumbled, still slightly hurt that she thought Zayn was better looking than me.

He sighed and walked away from me, walking into the school building before me.

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By last period, creative writing, I was exhausted. I still tried to muster up some strength, this was my only class with Quinn.

She and Rebecca walked in shortly afterward. They were talking and laughing about heaven know what, but it was still cute. I had never seen Rebecca laugh, but it was adorable. She scrunched up her nose and squinted her eyes and giggled quietly.

Quinn took the seat to the right of me, Rebecca sitting on the other side. I think Quinn caught me staring at her, because she turned and winked at me.

I could never do The Games with Quinn. I think I like her too much. And I don't want to see her get hurt because of me.

But Rebecca, was perfect.

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I ran home, only to find Rebecca already there, drinking tea my mother had probably given her. She smiled up at me. "Hello, Harry."

I smiled, showing off my dimples. "Hello, beautiful."

"Uh uh. Not doing this flirt thing."

"Fine, but you truly are beautiful, I felt the need to tell you."

She just looked down and blushed.

"I already told you, I'm not doing this with you. I know who you are, and what you do."

I leaned down and whispered "What do you know about me?" and kissed her neck softly.

She gasped before gathering herself. "I know you play girls. Take away their virginity and purity and then leave them. Nice try, but I lost my virginity a while back."

This surprised me. I had always thought of her as some sort of pure, inexperienced girl. Clearly I was wrong. But that wasn't going to stop me.

I huffed. "Fine." I said and gestures for her to follow me into my room. I closed the door gently behind us.

"I know some information on Ed Sheeran. I got it today during a free period." I said, handing her my note cards.

She smiled. "Good, I think I can work with this."

"Can I call you Becca instead of Rebecca?" I asked after a moment of silence.

"Sure. Nobody ever calls me Becca, just Becky or Rebecca. But sure, I guess." She shrugged.

"Can I have a hug?" I asked suddenly.

"Why? I'm not as good looking as Quinn, thought I wasn't good enough to be in your presence?"

"I never said the last part!"

"Well you kinda implied it."

"That's not even what I think. You're pretty hot too!"

"Is that supposed to make me feel better? Because it doesn't."

"Well what do you want me to do?"

"I don't know, and I don't care!"

"Well, can I at least have my hug?"

She hugged me tightly while whispering, "I fucking hate you, you know that right? Why do I even put up with you?"

Before I could stop myself, I lightly kissed her hair while she desperately held onto me. My actions made her let go and I smirked at her.

"What are you smirking about now?" She whined.

"You like me." I smiled, causing her to laugh.

"I like you? Priceless. I actually don't like you."

"Mhmm, deny it all you want. You're clearly just afraid of having to admit it to me. You think I'm sexy and you love my personality."

"You may be one with looks, but not sexy. And what personality? You're bipolar as hell, one minute you're mad that I'm not complying to play your game, next you want a hug?"

"You never said you didn't like me."

"Dude! Hello? I said I hated you and that I don't like you, at all, shortly ago."

"But you didn't mean it. You were just trying to spite me."

"No, Harry. I wasn't."

"Well, what if I told you that I like you?"

She thought before answering. "I would say that you're a liar."

"I have no reason to lie. I think you're lying here, Becca."

"You put so much emphasis on "Becca". It makes me feel weird. And I'm not lying. Why would I? I already have the hots for someone. Zayn Malik, definition: sexy."

I huffed. "Just leave then, Becca. Go find Zayn, fuck him. Just leave me alone."

"Okay? There you go again with your-"

"I said, get the fuck out of here!"

She stood on her tippy toes and grabbed onto my collar. "Don't you ever speak to me like that again. You could have said it in a half decent way. You don't like me anyway, you like Quinn. Why does it bother you so much?" She said and stormed out of my house.

I sighed. She was honestly one of the most difficult people ever. She had something about her that drew you closer, but then she was so hard to communicate with.

Becca and Zayn should date already. Zayn liked her clearly and she liked him. And I liked Quinn but nobody liked me.

I wondered why. I'm not lacking any looks, I think my personality is likeable. But girls only come for me for one thing: sex.

And as much as I can try to lie and say I don't enjoy it,

I do.