The Ultimate Love/Hate Relationship (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

The Ultimate Love/Hate Relationship

Hola! This is my first fanfic on here so it might not be the best because I haven't written anything for awhile. Hope you enjoy!(: 

Oh, and they aren't that big over here in America yet in this story so the girls don't really know who they are.

 ~Allison

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Even before I met him, my day was going pretty shitty. I had just lost my phone, boyfriend, and my job. Granted, it wasn't a very well-paying job, a very good boyfriend, or a very good phone, but they were mine and I liked keeping things that way. 

Who am I you may be wondering? Well, my name's Annabeth Grace Robinson. (If you try to make up any "cute" nicknames for me (i.e. Anna, Annie, Beth, etc.) you will die, to put it flat out.) I'm a just-out-of-high-school, semi tall, generally angry, 18 year old. I have pin straight light brown hair that just passes my shoulders, tan skin, long legs, and a low tolerance for idiots. I know what you're thinking. How do I survive, right? It's difficult. Trust me.

I have a best friend named Paige Summers. She's very hyper, loud, obnoxious, and friendly. She was coming with me to Starbucks so we could talk, hang out, and, hopefully, forget everything that happened to me today. But, then I met him. 

I don't normally like people, so when I met him, it wasn't a shock to me that he got on my nerves. Most people do. But there was just something about him that was especially annoying. Maybe it was the fact that he started off talking to me by standing in front of the door leading into Starbucks saying, "You know if I received a nickel for everytime I saw someone as beautiful as you, I'd have five cents." Then he tried to win me over with a flashy smile. 

"You know if I received a nickel for everytime I saw someone as obnoxious as you, I'd have a nickel too. Now move, buddy." I replied angrily.

He stepped aside, and I opened the door. He grabbed the edge and pulled it the rest of the way open. He fell into step beside me. 

"Bad day, love?" He said in an annoying as hell British accent. 

I don't have anything against the British, just this one in particular.

I turned to him. "I don't know if you're just oblivious or what, but I don't want to talk to you. Now please leave me alone."  

He didn't though. "You know I'm hanging out with a few people later today, you wanna come?"

I finally looked at him, really looked. He was kind of attractive, I guess. Oh, who am I kidding? He was insanely attractive. Seriously, think of the hottest guy you've ever seen and multiply that by two hundred. He was tall. Curly hair. Green eyes. Winning smile. One of the longest freaking torsos on the face of the planet. He was perfect, okay? Not like I'd ever admit that out loud though.

I noticed he was looking at me expectantly.

"W-what?" I stuttered out.

He smirked at me, and I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, embarrassed at being caught staring.

"I said, would you like to come over later and hang out with me and my mates?"  

At this point I'm completely fed up with this tool, and right when I'm about to tell him hell no, my best friend, Paige, decides to shout from behind me, "We would love to!" 

And she comes up, blonde ponytail swishing behind her, stands next to me with one hand on her hip the other stretched out, "Paige Summers."

He stretches his hand out and replies with, "Harry Styles."  

She smiles. "Well, Harry Styles, what time would you like us to join you and your friends at your place?"

"Oh, it's not my place. We're staying in a hotel actually. Uh, we're kind of on tour with a band called Big Time Rush." He replied adorab- annoyingly. 

"I see," She says in a monotone voice, shockingly boring for her. "And what hotel are you in?" 

"Oh, the one just down the street. Don't really know what it's called." 

"Oh, I know which one you're talking about!" I butted in.

"You do, yeah?" He said halfway turning to me. 

"Yeah, it's the one we're not going to!" Then I grabbed Paige's hand and attempted to pull her out of the store. Notice how I said attempted. Yeah, douche bag grabbed my hand and pulled me back. 

He gave me the puppy dog eyes. The motherfucking puppy dog eyes. "Please? 3rd floor, room 317." 

Now I know since he told us the floor and room, I would be forced to attend his little hangout because of the blonde devil that refuses to leave until he tells her what time. 

"How about 7:30?" He shouts as I drag her out of the door. 

She holds up a thumbs up because she can't shout through the glass. 

Damn guy. I wanted my coffee.

"Babe, you have got to get over this whole anger thing. It's really unappealing." She says looping her arm through mine.  

"Well, I'm sorry that today has been one of the worst days of my life and that idiot wasn't helping!" I exclaimed. 

She reaches across my body, grabs my other arm and turns me towards her. She releases my arm and grabs my head in her hands and says, "Listen, I know you're having a bad day. We all have them, but that doesn't give you the right to treat people so terribly!" She releases my head and keeps walking. 

I'm still standing there shocked because Paige doesn't say stuff like that. She doesn't usually understand stuff like this. Bad days, weeks, months. She's always happy. 

She doesn't turn around or stop walking when she says, "Oh, and we're going tonight." 

"Well, I already knew that." I muttered catching up to her. 

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I know it sucks. I tried, right? That's all that matters. Oh, and the next chapter will be longer!

~Allison