Bad Boy Is Back [Harry Styles Fan Fiction] ON HOLD

Chapter - Seven

Outfit for this chapter is on the side, Crystal Reed wearing it herself. :D

Alyssa's Point Of View:

I groaned, shifting on my side. The sleep in me fading away as the morning light beamed into the room from the window, casting a small glow on my face. Yawning, I wiped the drowsiness from my face with my hands before stretching my body forward, my arms running along the sheets.

Fluttering my eyes open, I looked to my right to see nothing but a void space. Harry wasn't her- shit. Sighing, I sat upright the annoyance bubbling inside of me again. I can't believe him, last night he was up at four in the morning drinking a whole entire thing of beer with Liam. Liam for god sake! Liam is the most innocent one of them all, well he was.

That's beside the point, Harry said that he didn't need me? I guess I shouldn't have expected him to need me, but the fact that he said that not even. The way he said is what bothered me the most, he said it like I was some rag doll he could just throw away. I don't even want to think about it, right now I want to avoid him maybe go out with the girls.

Letting out a long sigh, I looked at the alarm next to me it was already half past noon. Shit! I wouldn't be surprised if the house was empty by now, throwing my legs over the bed I stood up. I was still just in Harry's t-shirt and I needed to get something to wear so I could shower and get out of here for the day. Quietly, making my way toward the door I opened it slowly. Peeking my head out the door I looked left from right before padding toward Harry's bedroom, opening it I swung the door open to be relieved that he was no longer in here. Quickly, I ran toward the dresser grabbing a few things I needed before quickly making my way toward the door.

"What are you doing?" He sighed, scrunching my face I mumbled a few curse words under my breath before turning around giving him a small, annoyed smiled.

"I just had to get something to wear," I mumbled, taking a few steps back when he took a few steps forward.

"Can we talk?" He asked, his eyes wandering over me making me suddenly squirm in my own skin.

"No," I said quickly, taking a few more slow steps backward,"I have to get ready quick if I want to catch Perrie, or Eleanor."

I was now completely in the hallway, the door was still open and I could still see Harry looking at me with nothing but annoyance. "I'm sure that can wai-"

"Jesus, Harry no." I groaned, "I don't want to talk, I want to take a shower."

"You aren't going to hold this conversation off forever, I'm tired of this shit. We aren't even in a figh-"

I didn't let him finish, I just began walking back toward the guest room, and the guest bathroom. I could hear his loud foot steps following after me. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," I heard him mumble in annoyance loudly, it didn't bother me. He shouldn't have gotten so drunk last night, and he shouldn't have been so insensitive, closing the door behind me I locked it. I could hear him yelling all sorts of curse words now as he knocked on the door, chuckling to myself I shook my head.

"So impatient," I mumbled to myself as I slipped out of my clothing, turning on the shower and sliding in.

The warm water felt amazing, my muscles were tense. More tense then ever, and I was in great need of a massage. I had rid my body, and hair of any dirt or grease. Smelling nothing but flowers,and vanilla.

Turning the knobs, the soothing sound of the water hitting the floor vanished, as I stepped out on the blue rug. Wrapping a white towel over my body, and drying my hair with another.