Bad Boy Styles

Chapter Four

Working with Harry wasn't as horrible as I had imagined. Going into this I had imagined him either pushing my buttons ever two seconds or making his usual rude snarky comments. At first downstairs he was his normal rude self but once we got into his room and started working on the essay it was completely different. And as odd as it may sound I learned that Harry actually had a passion for chemistry and that he was actually quite smart. But there were just so many more things I wanted to learn about him and I just wanted to get to know who this mysterious Harry really was.

"Here," Harry said as he came back into his room with a glass of water for me. Now was my chance.

"Hey Harry, do you think we could get something to eat? I'm starving and this essay is only halfway done," his eyes widened slightly as he was probably shocked.

"I um I don't know, I could actually make you something here if you'd like," the Harry Styles had just stuttered trying to get his answer out. I nodded slightly and with that we both proceeded downstairs to his kitchen. Everything looked spotless, as if no one had ever even cooked in this kitchen. Each pot and pan was placed in it's spot perfectly and everything just seemed so flawless, so seamless. Harry's body moved across the hardwood floor to the fridge where he pulled out a jar of tomato sauce and then he effortlessly grabbed a box of spaghetti from the cabinet above the fridge.

"Is spaghetti okay? I don't really have anything else that I could cook..." He weirdly seemed nervous.

"It's perfect Harry," and with that he got to work right away. Within half an hour a plate of spaghetti was sitting right in front of my face and Harry was sitting right across from me.

I twisted a bit of the spaghetti around my fork and took a small bite to see how it tasted. The sauce melted against my taste buds and much to my surprise again, Harry Styles knew how to cook.

"Where'd you learn how to make this?"

"Well it's actually my own recipe," Harry responded.

"Well I'll tell you Styles you continue to amaze me. There's so much I didn't know about you," his eyes slightly softened and his cheeks flushed a bit. He turned his head away from me looking down, "Did I say something wrong Harry?"

"No it's not that Leah. It's just that I'm dangerous, I'm involved in dangerous things. Sure you're seeing this now but shit this side of my life is so small" When Harry turned his head back to look at me he looked so dark, so deep and his eyes were looking straight into mine.

"I um I think it's best for you just go Leah." His tone was ice cold.

"But Harry what about the-"

"LEAVE!" I jumped In my seat, never in hell did I think he would scream at me like that. I didn't even say or do anything wrong.

Tears pricked at my eyes, I scurried around his house picking up my things before I left and never looked back. I'll tell you that Harry Styles has a way to make you feel worthless, minuscule even.

*Buzzzz Buzzzz*

From Harry: Don't worry about the essay I'll finish it.

And that was it, all he had to say to me.

If only I knew that things were about to get way worse.