Love You More Than This (Harry Styles fanfiction)

I kissed him.Yes I

I walked into my house

after being dropped off by

Anki and sam only to see my brother sitting on the couch

watching a movie with a girl. I raised and

eyebrow at my brother while he blushed.

"Sis, I want you to meet my friend Sophia." he

smiled while saying her name.

"Hi it's nice to meet you." I smiled back.

I went over and shook her hand.

"It's really nice to meet the sister Liam always

talks about all the time." She glowed.

"Excuse me." I said.

I walked into the kitchen where my brother

was getting snacks for their movie night.

"You didn't have to lie to me you know." I

muttered.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Liam, I know she's more than your friend." I

chuckled.

"Are you mad?" He questioned.

"No, why would I be mad?" I laughed.

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Can I just give you some advice?" I wondered.

He nodded.

"Of course."

I agitated my head and exhaled deeply.

"Just..." I paused.

"Just don't become like Harry." I cried out.

He gave me a strange look then caught up

with what I was trying to say.

"What did he do to you? Do I need to punch some

sense into him?" He asked.

I was about to burst into tears so I just decided to

leave and go up to my room. I was in no way to

cause problems right now.

I sat on my bed with the t.v off and the light

off. After today, there was no way I was going to

let myself get pushed around by Harry anymore.

He wants to play this game? I could play it twice

as hard. All I have to do is put on a little but more

make-up than usual, and dress nice. Then he will

notice that it does break your heart when someone

else flirts with your "girlfriend." That is, if he even

has a heart.

Someone knocking on my door and me

thinking it was Liam, I opened it. Instead of it

being Liam it was... well do I really need to tell

you who it was? You probably already got the

point. It was Harry. He walked into my room with

his hands in his pockets and his hoodie covering

most of his face.

"What do you want?" I said maybe a little bit too

harsh.

"I want to talk, I didn't mean the things I said." He

explained as he took his hoodie off.

I rolled my eyes, mentally and physically.

"Oh stop with the crap. You never mean anything

you say."

I plopped on my bed as he imitated my exact same

move.

"Look I'm sorry. I thought we were actually

becoming friends then I don't know what

happened. Everything kind of went wrong."

"You know what went wrong Harry? That toy you

had at the mall who smelled like fish and

cigarettes, that's what went wrong."

He stayed quiet. I knew he didn't know what to

say anymore.

"Plus, I'm tired of you saying sorry to me. It's

getting annoying that you think you could get

away with anything with just a simple sorry. This

time you're not getting away wi-"

He cut me off by kissing me. At first I was shocked

so I didn't kiss back but once I came back to

reality I kissed back.

"You talk to much." He murmured against my lips.

I pulled away and pushed him off my bed.

"And you play to much, what's your point?" I tilted

my head.

He sighed in anger.

"So what? Are you done playing the game?" He

asked getting up.

I shook my head.

"No I'm not because like I told you, I'm not going

to get humiliated." I assured him.

He nodded his head.

"Then why don't you be a girlfriend and kiss me?"

He really wants to go there? Fine, we'll go there. I

got off my bed and pressed my lips against his

giving him a forceful yet subdued kiss. I pulled

away and fell on my bed again. He just sat there

on the floor with no words coming out of his

mouth.

Like I said before, you want to play? Fine,

we'll play your game. You're going to have to

learn some way and obviously you're choosing the

hard way.