Replay

Hey guys. So this is a fanfiction about harry styles and a girl. Harry styless name here is Stefan campra. there are a few changes like he has blue eyes or his name is different. But, if you don't like him, imagine him in the way i have described him. I hope you enjoy.

The sound of Replay blasted through the Beats Headphones.

Yeah, wanna put this song on replay,

I can listen to you all day,

I can listen to you all day,

You all day, you all day,

Yeah, wanna put this song on replay,

We can start all over again,

And again, yeah,

Wanna put this song on replay...

I felt like it's telling me to start my life from scratch. New beginnings. We can start all over again. Meaningful. Six words, twenty two letters and eight syllables all together.

I looked over at the person sitting just across the room, diagonal positions from each other, same seated positions. Legs scrunched up to the stomach, forearms resting on the knees, outwards,  head laid back on the corner of the wall.

His face was a healthy pink, his blue eyes buried down in his knees, his brown locks messy.

I hate it when we're both like this. And, unfortunately, it has happened a bit more than we expected it to. I take off my headphones, hearing the music still blasting through them, realizing how loud the volume must have been. I keep it plugged in the iPod and stand up, stretching. I walk over to  Stefan, holding out the devices to him. He looks up, his eyes wet and red.

"Stop crying." I whisper, looking down. He swallows and takes the objects from my hand. He nods and puts them next to him. I lose the last crumbs of hope I had in my plate. He had just rejected me by putting away my music.

"Go back to where you were sitting." he mumbled. I obey.

*Flashback*

I walked out of the club, dizzy. One of my high heels was broken. I saw a blurry vision of Stefan Guiterrez moving away from me. His hands were buried down into his Varsity jacket pockets. I looked at myself in the club's window's reflection. My crimson above-the-knee dress was ripped at the lower front from the fight with Stefan and his ex, Madison. My mascara and eyeliner were smudged all around my eyes. The bloody red lipstick was also smudged. I looked like a four year old who had got into her mommy's make up. Also, her mother's heels, looking at the result of it.

I stared at the figure in the window. I had green eyes, which were a dirty color now, my hair a dirty blond, but a natural dirty blond. I didn't like my face. Green eyes and dirty blond hair? Eh, not my type.

I came back to life again, aware and conscious of what happened earlier on, and why I was out here in the first place, and made a run, weirdly, for Stefan.

I attempted to run with a high heel and a half, but after many unsuccessful attempts, I hopped on one foot.

"Stefan!" I yelled after him as my purse in my hand was waving in the air. "Stefan! Stefan."

He turned around, killer glare given to me.

"Listen, Stefan. You could do so much better without her. There's a reason she's your ex. Right?" I gasped for breath.

"Well at least she'll know how to fuck the hell out of me while you on the other side just pump the fire into me!" he yelled.

I gasp at his words.