One Big Risk ~ A Harry Styles Fanfiction

CHAPTER 4

My fingers immediatly tangle in his hair. My whole body heats up, burning with passion. One of his hands is around my waist, the other grazing my cheek bone.

This is so wrong, HE is so wrong... yet it feels so right. He slips his tongue in, exploring. I've never felt this way before and its scaring me. This has never happened, and for a moment... I feel myself not wanting to stop. For one slight second, I want to stay in Harry's arms forever. But then, the red head pops into my head. What the fuck am I doing? This is Harry freaking Styles, that I am kissing right now. The one thats a huge jerk, and sleeps with about 6 different girls a week. The one who thinks everything is a game. The one that "doesn't date". I place both my hand on his chest, pushing back, my eyes shooting open.

His green orbs look at me with confusion. "We can't do this", I cover my face.

"Why?'

I look at him wide eyes. I huff. "Because your Harry Styles, your the prick who just charms girls until he gets what he wants, and its more than one girl, its like a million a week."

"You think you've just got me all figured out", he responds coolly.

"Yes I actually do. I mean did you somehow forget that you were fucking that red head, like less than 20 minutes ago?" I panick.

Why did I just kiss him? I mean am I insane? I swear Im so god damn stupid. Oh my god. I liked it. I liked kissing Harry Styles, I have maybe a feeling or 2 for fucking Harry Styles. No! This is what he wants, he gets in your head. This is the way he does things. He's charming, until he gets what he wants, and then he leaves.

"You mean Bridget? She means nothing to me." he responds, staring intensely at me with his beautiful green eyes.

"See, thats just my point Harry! You use girls. You tell them you like them, lead them on, then you get in their pants... and your done with it. Your done with them. No connections, you like it that way. You dont give a fuck if they actually develop real feelings for you", I scream, a tear sliding down my cheek.

He wipes the tear away. "That, was different. The kiss was different. YOU are different, its all different with you".

"It was a mistake", I spit, still crying.

He pulls his hand away quickly. A hurt expression flashes across his face, before his green eyes turn dark. He jaw clenching. "Take me home, it was a mistake. It's not going to happen again. It's all just a game to you. A game that I dont want to be apart of, it didn't mean anything. We were just under pressure.", I cry.

"Look at me", he booms "Look at me and tell me that that kiss did not mean a thing and I will take you home. Look at me in the face and tell me, that you felt nothing, that it didn't mean shit to you! Tell me."

I look him straight in the face. "It meant nothing", I lie.

He looks surprised, and sad. He takes a minute to recover, thinking of something to say, before a smirk takes place on his face. "Your wrong", he chuckles "It meant LESS than nothing. It was all just a game, it will always be just a game... and you love, are SO lucky, you didn't fall for it. But you will, soon."

He continues laughing, as he turns back towards the road, starting to drive again.

Its been 4 weeks since that little exchange with Harry. We've been avoiding each other at all costs, but my mind keeps reminding me. "It meant LESS than nothing." "It was all just a game." "It will always just be a game." His words repeat in my head.

Other than that, things have been going swell. I got a job waitressing, at a grill and bar down the street from where we live call "Rick's Grill & Bar", it actually a really cool job, and Rick the owner is super awesome.