Boulevard Of Broken Dreams [ Wattys 2015 ]

XVIII - "The Big Bang."

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Mom told me she had found some old school documents that I might need for college, so that night I'd be going back home to get them. She wouldn't be there and that was a real bonus for not having boring conversations with her. I decided to take the bus, as my old house was way too far from the new grounds I lived in. It was about 10.30 PM, I had just  came off work and had stopped at the bus station, waiting.  I was wearing this dip dyed ombre sweater I loved to death, some random shorts, red vans and of course, my headphones. I let my hair down, like most of the time, also because it was a bit chilly. The bus wasn't showing up, which just added more boredom to my staying there. Few cars passing by, random people walking on the boulevards. Nothing special.
Some club's entrance door flew open and the sound of some loud electronic music filled the area, disappearing as soon as the door was shut closed again. My attention went back to the street. This bus is way too late.
I heard steps on my left side of the sidewalk, probably from some fancy men shoes. Strange for someone who just came out of a club. Then, the same person with the fancy shoes, started whistling Rock Mafia's 'The Big Bang' song. It was one of my favourites, to be honest.
"Well, well, well." a so-not-famous raspy voice interrupted my thoughts. "Look who's there. Demetria Devonne Lovato."
Oh come on, not again.

I turned my head to see a smirking Harry Styles. He had his fingers in his tight jean pockets,  wearing a loose t shirt which showed his abs perfectly.
"Are you kiddin' me?" I shook my head, letting out a sarcastic small laugh.
He smiled back raising a brow in surprise.
"Hello to you too, babe." That might sound really sexy but I still hate you.
"Jesus, you make me sick." I replied with a frown.
Harry slowly made his way to me, comforting himself right next to me, our shoulders almost touching. I took a step back and crossed my arms.
"Still mad?" he asked with a cocky grin, scanning my body.
"If you stare again, I'll burn your fucking eyes." I threatened. "Of course I'm mad. I'll always be mad at you."
"Chill, babe."  he teased with that stupid word again. "We both know I still got fab abs."
So there he goes again, mentioning stuff I wrote in my diary. Where the hell was my mind anyways? Harry's got fab abs? Could I even see what I was writing?
I shook my head again, this time to myself and my stupid writings.
"Fuck off." I spat. "They're probably gone by now." I lied.
Offended, Harry dropped his jaw and came in front of me, taking off his shirt.
"The hell?!" I looked from both sides of the road. "Are you cra... Wait, is that a butterfly?" I asked looking at his chest.
He had a butterfly tattoo. What the fuck??
"What the actual fuck?" I asked, still not believing my eyes. "Are you even.. a guy?"
He looked at his own chest and raised furrowed his eyebrows.
"Hey, it has a very deep meaning. That's why I got it." he explained.
"Whatever. Put that shirt on." I yelled looking somewhere else.
"Why?" he came closer. "Feeling turned on?"
"You wish!" I yelled pushing him back.
He laughed and wore his t shirt again.
"So what's a girl like you doing here anyways?"
"Oh, just waiting for King Lion to take me to Narnia." I shrugged.
Harry narrowed his eyes, raising a brow.
"The fuck you think a person does by waiting at a fucking bus station?" I yelled. "To catch the bus, maybe? Duh, you're so stupid."
"Everybody knows there's not bus from 10 PM to 12 in this station!" he yelled back, looking confused.
I rolled my eyes and started walking.
"Fine, I'll walk."
"You know it's dangerous for a girl like you to walk at this time of the night." he said following me.
"Done that before. Nothing special." I replied, bored of the conversation.
"I could give you a ride!" he smiled turning in front of me.
"Really. Just about ten hours ago we were about to break each other's necks and now you're offering me a ride? Do you even listen to your own words?" I walked past him, ignoring his offer. "Besides, I'm pretty sure you have other fancy stuff to do."
"We could always kiss and make up." He talked, again. I could almost see the smirk on his face.
"You're drunk. In the brain. 24/7." I stated, taking a long pause after each sentence.
It took him two minutes or so to break the situation. Instead of some cocky sentence, I heard steps rushing behind me and I was taken back by someone grabbing my waist, pushing me me into a wall. Before I could say, or do something, Harry's lips crashed into mine. I started shrugging and moving in every way possible to push him off me but he was too strong, so I just kicked him everywhere, but no result. Instead, I just stood there, not kissing back, arms crossed.
He deepened the kiss but I wasn't really reacting to anything.
Groaning, he kicked my foot, and though I fought the pain, I ended up moaning into his mouth, so he gratefully got access of my mouth. I still refused to do anything, even though I was turned on too.
Realizing what was happening, I put all my strength on my hands and pushed Harry so hard, he almost fell on his own feet.
Breathless, I ran as fast as I could away from him.

What the hell was happening to me?