Explosions ~ Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Five

a/n I haven't updated in five-ever, but I didn't know if anyone was reading..

She wasn't the most experienced kisser, but she wasn't bad either. And the kiss was short, maybe only three seconds.

But those three seconds changed everything. It was almost like the thing I have been waiting for, for forever.

"That doesn't mean I hate you any less than before. It was in the heat of the moment." Becca said quickly looking down.

"You and I both know that isn't true. You know you love me." I smirked.

"No, I don't."

"Yes you do. You have the biggest crush on me."

"In your dreams, I don't like douche bags."

"No, Becca. In YOUR dreams. I know you have wet dreams about me."

"Harry, you fucking pervert!" She laughed, hitting my arm playfully.

"And you love that about me."

She raised her eyebrow at me, and I mimicked her.

"Harry, I don't like you."

"Admittance is the first step."

"First step in what?"

"Getting out of your denial, of course."

She rolled her eyes.

"But in all seriousness, I need a favor." I told her.

"What?"

"I need you to not hang out with Sonali."

"And give me one reason why not."

"Because I don't like her."

"Okay..? I'm sorry, what does that have to do with me?"

"If you want to be with me, you can't hang out with her."

"Excuse me? First of all, you and I aren't together, nor do I desire to be with you. Second of all, I'm not choosing."

"Fine, Rebecca. Be fucking stubborn, just don't come crying to me when something goes wrong!" I yelled and slammed the door, leaving her house.

I rushed to my room and slammed my door. I can't stand her sometimes.

After about ten minutes of laying on my bed, I called her. I made sure to block my number so she wouldn't be able to tell that it was me.

"Hello, who's this?" Her voice rang in the phone.

"It, er, it's me."

"What do you want Harry?" She snapped.

"I want you to come over. Please." I added.

"Why?"

I thought for a second. "I hurt your feelings, I want to apologize."

"Apologize now." She suggested.

I sighed. "I want to do it in person."

"I don't want to see you right now. Open your bedroom window and I'll open mine, we can see each other from there."

"What if I wanted to hug you?"

"I'd say no."

"Why is that?"

"Because I'm mad at you. You can't have everything, Harry."

"That's why I wanted to apologize. Come over."

"You have three minutes." She hung up the phone. I could almost imagine her putting on her black and white converse, she wore the same pair almost everyday.

She arrived at my bedroom door within a few minutes. My mother must have let her in, as always.

"Hi." I waved at her.

"I don't have time, Harry. What do you want?"

"I'm sorry I swore at you. I know you don't like it."

"That isn't why I'm mad. I'm mad at the fact that you think you're always going to be the center of everything. Life doesn't work like that. I have a life, and finally, people who actually like me, other than my cousins."

"I like you, why do you need other people?"

"Harry, you and I go at each other's throats half the time, and I'd barely call what we have a friendship."

"Well then. Why not?"

"Because, when we aren't enemies... I like to think of us as more-than-friends. Friends don't kiss."

"Oh... more than friends?"

"Only if you want. I mean, that's just how I feel but it doesn't really matter." She said nervously.

I smirked and grabbed her waist. I stuck my thumbs into the hem of her jeans, rubbing at her hips. I pushed her against the wall and slowly grinded my hips against hers. She gasped as I stopped, pressing our hips against each other. I stopped and walked back to my bed.

"I guess you're right, we are more-than-friends."

She smiled. "Yeah... but it isn't official or anything."

I raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

"Because you didn't ask me to be your girlfriend."

"Oh... Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Eh, you know, I'm not sure." She smiled.

I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I supported her back.

I left a trail of kisses on her neck, blowing over them. She let out a quiet moan.

"Is that a yes?" I asked.

She pecked my lips. "You're mine now."

~

The next day, Louis had drove to school with Quinn and I couldn't find Zayn. Rebecca was already at school, as she always was there early doing lord knows what.

As soon as I got on school grounds, Zayn pushed me.

"What the fuck bro?!" I yelled, stumbling.

"You're asking me?! You knew I liked Rebecca, look you've gone and dated her!"

"How do you even know about that?!" I yelled back.

"Becky told Quinn who told Louis who told me. My own best friend stabbed me in the fucking back!" He said, punching me in the face and walking away.

Luckily, it had been him to hit me. He hits fairly, but not hard enough to leave any real damage other than maybe a bruise.

I shrugged off the looks I got as I walked down the hallways to my locker. I heard hurried footsteps approaching me and as I closed my locker, I saw her run up to me.

"Harry! Someone told me you got into a fight!" She said from about four yards away.

I shrugged. "It isn't a fight if I don't fight back."

She gasped as she got to me. She grabbed the sides of my faces and examined the bruise. "Who did this?"

"A friend, it isn't anything big."

"We need to cover it up. I have some foundation and concealer in my-"

"You're not putting makeup on me."

"Come on! It'll cover up your forming bruise."

"I don't care, babe. It's fine." I said, kissing her lips before walking away.

If only I had known then how much trouble my relationship would cause...