I'm Not Your Little Boyfriend (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

"Harry just get out of the way!" I ordered as Harry was standing in my way, showing no signs of moving for me. He does this just to annoy me, because he's always bored and has nothing better to do. I have just come back from the shops and my hands are filled with two plastic bags full of food, I was at uni staying in the dorms, which were basically like a block of flats which lots of other students, including Harry, lived in. I was studying social science, I didn't know nor did I care what he was studying but right now he's getting an A+ in being an annoying douche bag. "I swear to god if you don't get the f-"

"Okay, love wow no need to shout or swear" he says moving out of the way and putting his hands up in defense "Is it that time of the month?" that smirk, I want to slap it off his face.

"No" I roll my eyes and groan, moving past him, he follows just behind me though

"Maybe you're frustrated"

"I'm not frustrated for god sakes, you're annoying me"

"A different type of frustrated" he arches his eyebrows, making his innuendo clear as day.

"I hate you"

"You won't be saying that tonight" I stop in my tracks and turn to look at him giving him an unreadable expression, he's just smirking at me. All this goddamn boy does is smirk. Before I know it, he's walking back to his room after giving me a cheeky wink. I exhale and continue my way to my room.

Here's the thing with Harry and I, we hate each other, it's always been like that. Our mums have been the best of friends though, since I can remember. But I never ever got on with Harry, he was always loud and annoying, a bit like a cousin. I can't even say brother because you actually do get along with your brother at times and at the end of the day you love your brother. He's to me is like my annoying ass of a cousin who has always teased me and picked on me and made fun of me. He's a year older than me and because of our mums, we were always forced to hang out. I remember him throwing sand and dirt at me at the park and it would always get in my eyes and I used to cry, probably making it irritate more, and run over to my mum. "Boys will be boys" was the constant excuse. Oh yes, I will murder this boy and wear his throat as a necklace, girls will be girls right? When we got a bit older, probably about the age of 10 or 11 he used to make fun of my barbies and he used to cut their hair off. And as every girl alive knows that if anybody touched your favourite doll without permission, especially a boy, it's war. What I did was, I grabbed his stupid little football and I threw it into my mums roses so the thorns would puncture it. It worked. His reaction was hilarious. At about aged 12, probably the worst stage of your life up until you're 18, I hit puberty. And of course as we all know, if you payed attention in biology or if you're lacking common sense, girls start puberty before boys. So he always made fun of me and tampons and bras and shit. The joke wasn't so funny on him when I made fun of his voice and other things... He still jokes about it now.

At age 15, Harry and I were at a mutual friends party, of course there was the usual American game of 7 minutes in heaven oh how romantic. Of course you have to spin the bottle to randomly select the two people. 

"Guys c'mon! We're playing 7 minutes in heaven!" Laci announces. One boy I don't know sets the coke bottle in the middle of the half made circle. "I said c'mon" Ugh fine what the hell, I walk over and sit next opposite Kyle. Ah Kyle, everytime I'm near him I get butterflies, it's so stupid I want to slap myself. He's not really attractive, but he's not ugly. But I fancy him too much and if he gets a girlfriend I'm going to suffer. 

"Hey lads" no... please no, not- "What are we playing" Harry sits next to me. I give him an evil stare and he shrugs. Everyone, probably about 12... no, 13 people are sitting around in a circle including me.