My Little Demon. (Harry Styles)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

"What the hell?!" He forcefully grabs my wrist and pulls me to him.

I push back and free myself from his grab. My hand immediately starts to hurt but I pay no attention. I look at Harry and my fury rises. "You are so.. UGH!" I turn away from him and start walking away.

"Don't walk away-,"

"Oh save it! If I want to walk away I will." I state as I continue towards the house.

Harry keeps calling after me but I ignore him. I need to go. Leave. I feel sorry because Niall probably is having fun but I just can't stand Harry.

Passing by sweaty and drunk party freaks, I make my way towards the living room. Niall is sitting there with all his friends. Looking as happy as ever. "Kylie!" He motions for me to go to him.

"Hey." I smile and sit on the arm rest.

"How you liking it so far?" He looks up at me with his big blue happy eyes.

"It's nice.. When are you going to leave?"

"You want to leave so soon babe?" Liam chuckles as he hands Zayn a red cup.

"No I was just wondering.." I wave it off.

"Kylie if you want I can take you home." Niall suggests.

"You sure?" I look at him again.

His eyes are red. No. Nope. No way is he driving me home drunk.

"You're drunk never mind." I shake my head and stand up.

"Not that-,"

"No Niall. No." I shake my head once more and start my way to the door.

I guess I'll have to walk home. But, it won't be bad. It's not cold. And I still remember the roads that lead to the apartment, so I can't get lost. Besides, it's probably not much of a walk.

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After jamming my key inside the door handle, running to my room, and taking my shoes off, I leap into bed. My legs feel numb and soar. I have walked about 2 miles. This is the worst night ever.

Harry. He's been on my mind ever since I left. And in all honesty, he made himself at home in my brain.

I really can't believe he would say I'm just a girl he wants in bed. Maybe I should've seen it coming. He is a California boy. Or L.A. boy. Whichever, he was a party guy. He wanted girls just to have fun, not to be in a relationship with. He probably never thinks of having a relationship.

It's not Virginia Kylie. Get it together!

Yeah. In Virginia it's so different. Guys are jerks, yes, but they want relationships. And they treat their girls right. Perfect, just like any girl wished to be treated. Like a Princess. But here.. Its a party. And no one can change that. No one can change him.

"Wow. So I really want him, huh?" I stare at the ceiling as my eyes grow heavier. Next second, I am dreaming of green eyes and curly hairy.

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