Infatuation {hs}

That Guy

Harry's POV

Monday Morning

I woke up this morning with the familiar pounding feeling in my head and it kills, but by now I'm used to the feeling. As I went to move and stretch I feel something or someone constraining me down. I can't remember anything from last night, but I know that it is my first day of my senior year of high school, when the thought came to my head, I groaned loudly causing the girl constraining me down, to move to the other side of the bed, so I made a quick bolt off of my bed. Looking back at the girl, memories of the night before coming back to my mind, the girl was fun and really hot, but at the end of the day, she only wanted 'The Harry Styles' the guy who everyone loves and knows, the player and the hottest guy in school, and to be honest I'm sick of being that guy anymore.

Once again groaning loudly, I slip on a plain, white tee with some black skinny jeans and my brown boots, then heading downstairs to eat breakfast, not even bothering the unknown girl in my bed.

"Morning mom, how was your night" my mom sits at the bench in the kitchen.

"Good morning to you too, my night was sleepless, there was this very irritating umm cockatoo like animal yelping and banging on the walls for hours last night" she glares me down, while I try to give her an innocent look.

"Yea umm sorry, I can't even remember half of the things that happened last night" I scratch the back of my head, and sit down on the stool next to her, putting my head in my hands.

"That's what you always say, hun. Just because I let you be the teenager you are. Doesn't mean keep me up all night and get girls pregnant" she laughs a bit at what she says, but contains herself.

"No one is getting pregnant, trust me, I make sure of it. And you won't have to worry anymore about sleepless nights" looking up to meet her very confused face.

"And what does that mean?" She raises her brows at me.

"I'm sick and tired of being 'The Harry Styles' the most popular guy in school, who scores more girls then he scores in his SAT's." And it's true I was sick and tired of one night stands and dating girls who only want me for great sex and popularity, but I know where they come from when they want great sex, I'm that good in the sack.

"Oh honey, finally hearing that from you, makes me a proud mother, I always had a feeling you were gay, I mean with those really skinny jeans you wear." When I heard that, my head snapped up to her with blazing wide eyes.

"WHOOAHH what the hell are you saying, I'm not gay, trust me I'm not, I think my activities from last night prove that" I tell my very outspoken mother.

"Well you said you were sick of scoring more girls then your SAT's, I just assumed" she shrugged.

"I am, but I'm 18 years old and in my senior year of my high school years, and haven't experienced love yet." I tell her honestly.

"Harry you have your whole life ahead of you, to experience love, high school loves never turn out good." She places her hand over mine.

"You and dad met in high school, you were madly in love, and got married AND had me." I try to convince her.

"And look at us now, we are divorced" she says sadly.

"Yes but on good terms, anyway I'm not saying that I want to get married now, I just want to a least experience it, before I go to college an-" at that moment we hear a loud thump come from upstairs, and both our heads snap with a what-the-hell-is-that look. My mom grabs the baseball bat from the front entrance and we both quietly walk upstairs.

We hear more shuffling that's coming from my bedroom, so my mom slowly opens the door, about to hit however is in my room, but starts screaming jumping up and down waving the bat around, and scaring the shit out of me making me scream like a little pussy. That's until I finally see that it was the girl from last night, and I had forgotten that she was still here. She was also screaming while half naked.

Once the screaming died down, I told the girl to get dressed, and me and my mom went back downstairs. When the girl finally came down and joined me and my mom in the kitchen, I slung my arm around her shoulders and bid my mom good bye.

"Well mom have a nice day, umm Michelle and I have school" I'm pretty sure that was her name. When we started walking she whispered to me "my name is Moira" oh, no wonder why I didn't remember her name, so I just shrugged. Grabbing my keys and my ray bans, slipping them on when we reached outside, I still have a bloody hangover, and the girl is not making it any better, with her yapping.

A/N

First Chapter YAYAYAY!!

Sorry for mistakes, hope you like the first chapter of Infatuation:P

First few chapters might be very bland, but bare with me this is my first fanfic, Thanks.

There is Beautiful Harry on the side:P

S xx