Opposites Attract (A Harry Styles fanfiction)

NICOLES POV

I run my hands through my hair, sighing.

I am so pissed right now.

After a few minutes of thinking, I decide on finally calling Brandon so we can hang out.

I put my hand in my pocket, but its empty. Other pocket, empty.

Crap..

What if..?

What if when Harry went up to the roof before, he went through my pockets, and saw it, then took it?

He probably think I'm cheating now. But who knows? He could be cheating also.

I groan, banging my head on the steering wheel. 

I decide to drive to Starbucks, just because I have nothing to do right now.

I park my car, and walk down the street.

When I open the door, I walk up to the counter, ordering my drink.

As I wait, I notice someone.

I walk to the table, clearing my throat. He looks up, and once he sees me, he smiles.

"Nicole!" he says, standing up and hugging me.

"Brandon!" I smile, hugging him back and then pulling away.

"So whats up?" he asks, sitting back down.

"Nothing really." I shrug, and I remember something. "Can I have your number again?"

'Yeah." he nods. "What happened to the paper you wrote it down on?"

"I had it in this jacket and my boyfriend went through my pockets, found it, and took it" I reply, and my order is called. 

I get my drink, and go back to the table, sitting down across from Brandon.

"Oh" he says, and then texts me.

"Thanks." I tell him, saving his number.

"So, your boyfriend. He took it out of your pocket?"

"Yup" I nod.

"How?"

"I went onto the roof at school, waiting for him and I took my jacket off and left it there" I explain.

"So then how did he get it?"

"He went on the roof after I left and I guess saw my jacket, went through my pockets and saw the paper and took it"

"Well why the hell would he go through your pockets?" Brandon asks me.

"Like  I know" I say, and the door opens. He walks in, straight to the counter.

"There he is" I whisper. 

Brandon turns around, looking at him. 

"I am going to go talk to him" I say.

'Of course, go ahead." Brandon smiles.

It takes him a while to notice me, but thats as he is leaving.

He shakes his head, giving me a glare, then walking out. 

I get up, hugging Brandon, saying goodbye before throwing away my cup and walking out.

I speed walk to Harry, but his steps are much bigger than mine.

The light to walk goes red and he stops walking. I jog over to him, tapping his shoulder.

He turns around, seeing me, then looking forward again.

"Harry" I say. He ignores me, and walks when the light turns green.

When we cross the street, I say his name again.

"Harry."

He continues to ignore me. I have really had enough.

I pull him back, and he spills his coffee.

"Nicole what the hell?" he yells.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I shout.

"With me?"

"Yeah you" 

He clenches his jaw, before grabbing my arm and pulling me into an alley.

I lean against the brick wall, crossing my arms over my chest.

"What is this?" Harry asks, showing me the piece of paper with Brandons number scribbled onto it.

"Its a phone number." I reply.

'Whose?"

"My friends." I say. "you know the guy I was talking to at Starbucks..he's my friend"

He looks me in the eye, before throwing the number into the trash.

"Why were you going through my jacket?" I ask him.

"Why does it matter?"

"Because I want to know why you were going through my jacket."

"I just did" he shrugs.

"So now," I start. "whats this?" I ask him, pulling out the paper I found.

"Where'd you get that?" he asks, ripping the paper out of my grasp.

"It was in your sweatshirt" I reply.

"Why were you going through my sweatshirt?" he repeats my question I asked him.

"I wasn't going through it." I say. "I went back up to the roof to get my jacket and I saw your sweatshirt there. I then saw the paper sticking out of your pocket and took it"

"Why was taking it so important to you?"

"Why was taking mine so important to you?: I repeat his question but he is left there speechless.

"I love you" he murmurs so low, I dont think I was meant to hear it.

'What?" I say.

'What?"

"What did you just say" I ask him.

"I said I love you" he sighs, running his hands through his hair, and then looking down, blushing.

I smile, looking down.

'I love you too" I say and his head snaps up.

"You do?"

"Yeah."

"I thought because of everything you wouldnt"

'I do, I just wouldnt admit to myself" I tell him.

With a swift move, he crashes his lips onto mine, and he places his hands on my hips.

I kiss him back, running my hands through his hair, and he pushes me further onto the wall, pressing his chest against mine.

He runs his tongue over my bottom lip, but I decline. He suddenly digs his hands into my hips, making me gasp, which he takes advantage of, because his tongue enters my mouth, fighting against mine.

After a few more minutes of making out, he pulls away and smiles. 

"Best. Makeout. Ever" he whispers and I giggle.

He entwines our fingers, pulling me out of the alley.

"So what are you doing now or later?" he asks, turning as we make it to my car.

"Nothing" I shrug.

'Ok so how about I pick you up at seven, two hours from now." he suggests.

"You dont have to bring me out" I tell him, pulliing away but he pulls me closer.

"I think I owe it to you" he whispers as his lips graze over mine.

"Ok" I smile.