Harry's POV
Monday evening
When I walked Kylie to her car, the look she had when I leaned in. At that moment I did want to kiss her, so badly, but I've only known her for a couple hours or so, so kissing her now wouldn't be the best idea. So I just leaned in for have-a-goodnight whisper. Yes we only met a couple of hours ago, but I have learnt a lot about her. She is the only child, her parents are owners of a very big publishing company, she has a very big passion for music and literature and she played basketball and tennis for the whole of her primary schooling. I mean of course this girl is sporty she has a stunning body.
"MOM I'M HOME!" Entering my house.
"IN THE KITCHEN" she yells to me.
"What's all this for" referring to the amount of food she is cooking.
"Our neighbors came back from their two year trip from Italy, so I invited them over for dinner" she tells me, not stopping her preparations.
"Since when did they ever leave?" I ask very confused, I don't remember them leaving.
"Uhh two years ago, if you've been around more, maybe you would have noticed" she says with a harsh tone.
"I know, I'm trying mom. Anyway who's coming? I ask, trying to get away from the previous topic.
"The Taylor family, Mr and Mrs Taylor with their elder daughter Cara and their younger son Brendan" I nod to her.
"Cara, Cara, Cara Taylor, have I met her before?" I ask.
"Yes, you've been going to the same school since kinder" she shakes her head at me "she had the really brown hair with the big braces" she reminds me.
"Oh cable Cara, yea I remember her, yikes" I laugh to myself, remembering her.
"She's really pretty now, she dyed her hair blonde, she doesn't have the big braces, she absolutely gorgeous" she tells me.
"Sure" I burst out laughing, but she continues cooking, and shoo's me off to change into something nice.
I only changed my shirt, well I threw on a blue button up shirt over my white shirt, leaving it open.
"HARRY THEY'RE HERE OPEN THE DOOR!" My mother yells to me, oh great they're here, note the sarcasm.
"HARRY!" She yells to me, while I'm like half way down the stairs.
"CALM DOWN WOMAN I GOT IT" I yell back at her, mothers huh.
"Welcome Mr and Mrs Tay-" I'm faced with not Mr and Mrs, but a tall skinny blonde with piercing blue eyes. Woaah that's a big change from the old days, time has done her good. She seems to be wearing a simple strapless bandage black dress, that shows of a lot of her long legs, "Hey neighbor".
"Hi, uhh my parents are trying to get my brother ready, but they told me to come down, to tell you they won't be long now" she gives me a smile.
"Yea ok, come in" I move to the side to let her in. "Your different, cable Cara" I flash her a smirk.
"Oh umm yea, well had to look good for the Italian boys" she laughs.
"You look good, I'm guessing there's no need to call you cable Cara anymore huh?" I laugh.
"Thanks, and yea that'd be a good idea, cause I won't hesitate to cut your balls off, if ya do call me that again" I was pretty shocked she said that, but I noted her sarcasm and laughed.
"Yes ma'am" I salute her causing her to giggle.
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Once Cara's parents came over, we all gathered around the table and had a nice dinner, Mr and Mrs Taylor both own a couple popular restaurants, and they seem nice, to nice it annoys the hell out of me.
When we finished dinner we were all in the lounge having a chat, Mr and Mrs Taylor talking with my mom and Cara and I, while their 8 year plays with some car toys.
"I remember when I first saw you, in kindergarten. You were the most poplar guy then, and I bet you still are now" Cara tells me.
"I wasn't that popular then, time caught up to me too" I tilt my head at her. This caused Cara to burst out laughing, "what's so funny?" I ask very confused.
"Your 'the Harry Styles', you've had girls drooling over you since the day you were born. You have everything girls love, and guys wish they have, the dimples, those green orbs, your curly hair, and overall, well you just scream SEX. Hell, time had you when your parents consumed you" she contains herself from the outburst.
"Yea" was all I could say. There it was, I was 'The Harry Styles', the guy who everyone loves. "Do you think I could change that?" I ask her, catching her off guard.
"What do you mean" she raises her brows.
"I don't want to be that guy, 'the Harry Styles' like you said. I want to change how I'm going to be remembered" not really telling her me wanting to experience love part.
"I think you have the potential to, but the guy people see you as, has been built up from day one. If you want to change how YOU want to be remembered as, you"re really gonna have to do big changes that really convince people you aren't who you were a couple months ago, if you know what I mean?" She shrugged her head.
"I-" I was cut off.
"Well, thanks for having us, dinner was great. We better get going, it's a school night" Mrs Taylor tells us, and we bid our goodbyes.
Before bed, I couldn't stop thinking about what Cara told me, with every word she told me, was completely true, and that scared the hell out of me. The guy people see me as, has been built up for years, so how was I supposed to build up, a different guy, people see me as, in the matter of my last year of high school?
They see me as a guy, who goes from girl to girl, uses girls for sex. I'm known as the guy who occasionally dates girls, but ends it after complete boredom, the girls I dated seemed to fascinate me at first, but I would eventually find out they use me, not for sex but popularity. I have to admit that I did use them for sex, but they are the ones who come to me.
Everyone doesn't know what's coming next, because I'm about to change my fate on how I want to be remembered, and I know that the guy I'm remembered as now, isn't the guy I want to be.
A/N
YASSSSS!!! Chapter 3
Sorry for mistakes, I'm gonna probs say this at every ending of a chapter, but ehhhhh deal with it.
Picture of Cara on the side and yes it's Cara D.
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Fanficinfatuation In-fa-tu-a-tion noun an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something. "he had developed an infatuation with the girl"