HERRY STYLES (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8

This chapter is dedicated to @ramliam for been wonderful, supportive and understanding after I lost some parts of the story especially the part dedicated to her. Thanks girl! You are the best.

Hesed's POV:

I never really expected Harry to kiss me. I'm not a super model not even close to one. All I have been is annoying and a pain in the neck.... I never call myself a pain in the ass.

The moment his lips touched mine, I wanted to kiss back but I don't kiss strangers even if he is Harry Styles that'll be breaking Rule 2 of my self value list.

I just kept on hitting him with all my strength tryna push him of me but he wouldn't stop. He kept giving me signals to let him in my mouth; to kiss back, but if he wouldn't stop I won't give him the pleasure of getting his way.Then a thought came to me. Since he wants you to kiss back, act like you wanna kiss back and bite his tongue. I did as I thought and bit his tongue and then my taste bud was encompassed with this irony taste; Blood. I ran into the bathroom to spit and rinse my mouth. I didn't really care if I bruise Harry's Ego in the process I just wanted to get the bloody taste outta my mouth. When I looked up, I saw Harry in the bathroom. I knew he wanted to rinse his mouth also so, I let him but stood at the door and as soon as he walked out I slapped him. I really do not know why I slapped him but Hello! A girl's gotta retain her dignity and it felt like the right thing to do. I slapped him, didn't give him the chance to respond and spoke.

"Don't you ever in your miserable life kiss me. Never." I said making sure he got it and I walked towards the door, openes it and told him to leave.

"Get out!" I say.

He doesn't move but walks towards my bed, turns on my Tv and lies down.

What an arse.

This is it guys. Vote, Comment and add to your Library. I love y'all.