Extra! (One Direction fanfiction)

Oh, Dear God...

For less than a millisecond, I was awed by his absolute gorgeousness. Then it completely abandoned me, and I was left facing my greatest enemy: Harry Styles. Harry was the most popular guy at my school. It was disgusting. He was British, Chorus President, got all the leads in the school play, took first place in every talent show, and dated all the hottest girls. Oh, and did I mention that he made high school a living hell for people like, um… Oh, yeah, ME!

‘People like me’ being not overly gorgeous, but smart, talented, generally insane, and pretty cool, too. So, basically, average people were looked down upon by the immaculate. It was ridiculous. And I was the only one in the school to oppose him to his face. Every other being he tortured would take it silently, maybe cry in the bathroom afterwards. But I would look him right in the eyes and come back with a response just as witty and insulting.

Which is why we hated each other.

“Hi, Kellie.” He said my name like it was another word for dog shit.

“What do you want?” I put my hands on my hips and raised an irritated eyebrow that was more than likely beginning to twitch.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the EXTREMELY LOUD MUSIC EMMITTING FROM YOUR CONDO!” He practically yelled the last phrase into my face with that damned British accent making every word impossible to ignore. He was obviously irritated and upset. And I was enjoying every second of it.

I gave him a bittersweet smile before looking down at my silver watch. “Oh, I’m sorry! Was it past little Princess's bedtime?” I mocked him using a cutsie tone.

He just glared at me with venom in his eyes. “No, I just was coming over to ask politely since my mother has a friend over.” He sounded smug.

“Ok, why would I care?” I rolled my eyes.

“Because my mom’s friend is a cop.” He popped the ‘P’ on ‘cop’ and rocked back on his heels with a smile that I’m sure matched my own.

“Wow. That’s just great. And it would be even greater if I actually cared!” I was sure that my voice was dripping with the sarcasm that was plastered across my face. “Now, why don’t you run back off to ‘Harry’ land and gaze at all the pictures of your favorite person. All you have to do is look in the mirror.” I waved my hand towards his house.

“I’d rather look at myself than at you.” He sneered.

He was so not getting away with that.

“I’m sure.” I put a seductive look on my face and subtly pushed my breasts together with my arms, creating even more cleavage than the amount that was already showing.

I saw him take a peak.

Haha.

He recovered quickly, though.

“Wow, you must be pretty desperate! Hitting on your greatest enemy who could- and probably will -spread it around that you are a slut.”

“I thought you liked sluts? I mean, you are with Sasha, aren’t you?” I played it completely serious.

“Sasha is NOT a slut!” Harry roared.

“Oh yeah? How long have you been together?” I said, setting him up.

“Three weeks, why?” He looked confused.

“Yeah, and how many times have you slept together?” I smiled knowingly.

A deep blush crept onto his features. I had sooo caught him!

“You know what, just back off, Kellie!” He pointed a finger in my face and took a step closer.