Rock Me--Dirty One Direction Imagines

7--Harry--I hate that I cant hate you

HEY MAH BABES

So my Directioner Sexy Hoe Sister asked me to write a second part to "I hate you dont leave me", so this is dedicated to her! And also like five people asked me to make a second Harry imagine and so this was born!

Also, in this imagine I'm changing Y/N's name to Ana, for MAH MAIN BEYACH @Harryskittenloves1D!!! LOVE YOU!

Also, there is some Nouis action in here. I couldn't resist.

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Not a lot had changed since that day with Harry. It wasnt awkward, it was just...weird. Like how he would act aound me. It was like we were secretly dating or something. He was always touching me in some way--when he would pass me in school he would make sure his hand would brush against mine, or when he would hang out at our house with Louis, he would rest his hand on my back for just a split second. I didnt end up calling him that Friday. Something in me just couldnt--it felt awkward. I didnt understand why....I mean, Harry had told me he liked me, then ate me out on our family couch while my brother was right down the street--you cant get more awkward than that. It just felt like he was ignoring me on purpose.

I hated the little burst of electricity that went through my body whenever he touched me. I hated the way he was so nice to me, or whenever he spoke to me now his green eyes would sparkle and his dimples would deepen and he'd give that adorable little giggle. I hated how nice his calloused fingers felt against my skin when they would brush against my hand or shoulder or , when he was being cheeky, my thigh. But most of all, I hated how it was so impossible to hate him.

It got to the point that my heart was fluttering when his name. And I hated it. I was not going to fall for Harry Fucking Styles, no matter how sexy he is.

And no, I'm not saying I think he is sexy, I'm just saying that I want him to fuck me--WHAT NO! no, I don't, I have no idea where that came from--really, I dont. Although I do think he's attractive--wait, no I don't--GOD! He's even screwing up my thoughts when he's not even here!

Fuck you, Harry Styles. Fuck you.

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I was trying desperately to not let Harry see me as I cowered behind my locker door. I could hear him and my brother laughing as they walked down the hall. Remaining hunched over, I waited until he and Louis passed me, then I quickly closed my locker and hurried down the hall. I turned a corner apparently a little too quickly and slipped, falling and dropping all of my books. I heard a laugh, then suddenly a hand was being offered to help me up. I looked up, and my gaze met that of a shorter boy with colored blonde hair. His blue eyes twinkled down at me, and he grinned, showing slightly crooked teeth that were in the process of being straightened by braces. He pulled me to my feet. "Are you okay?" He asked in a thick Irish brogue.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I knelt down and started picking up my books. The Irish boy knelt as well.

"I'm Niall, I just moved here last week." He handed me my history book. I pushed it into my bag and smiled.

"I'm Ana."

"Nice to meet you, Ana." Niall held his hand out and winked. I giggled and shook it.

"What's your next class?"

"Math with Mr. Richie."

"I have the same, I'll walk you there."

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"...so whenever we go to, ah, Italy, Marco, he isa, he is like the presidenta." Niall waved his hand as he imitated the Italians he met when he used to live with his father in Italy. I giggled. Niall and I had talked every chance we had. I found out a lot of things about him--his parents were divorced, he had an older brother, and he was gay. I told him about my older sister that was in university, my plans do go to school for art and creative writing, and Louis, who many people didnt know was also gay.