Shattered (Harry Styles)

Chapter 3

Zarias POV 

        Dinner was amazing, besides the distracting gazes coming from the man sitting across the restaurant from us, that is. As Arielle was finishing up her drink, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. With my luck, the bathroom was just past his table. I rolled my eyes as I started walking towards him, a knowing smirk stuck onto his face. He seemingly excused himself from his table as well, getting up from his table and following me past the doors leading to the bathrooms. A hand was placed on my wrist, gently pulling it towards the body it belonged to. 

"Hi there," he said, his voice low and husky as he got even closer to me. He had an accent, which was expected, as he was part of the world renowned boy band, One Direction. 

"Uh, hey," I said casually, my voice contradicting my pounding heart. Sure he might be part of some cliche boy band, but he was hot as fuck. 

"My name's Harry. Harry Styles. And you are?" Harry spoke with a cocky tone, that stupid half smile took it's place on his lips as I rolled my eyes. 

"I know who you are," I retorted, returning his smirk, "and I'm Zaria."

"Zaria, huh. Interesting name." 

"Mhmm, look this conversation is thrilling and all, but I actually need to get back to my friend," I said, nodding my head in the direction where Elle was sitting. He held a look of confusion, or even frustration, as I shot his conversation down. After about a minute of him not speaking I attempted to pull away from his grip on my wrist, which deemed unsuccessful. 

"Give me your number." Instead of it being a question, it came out as more of a command. Apparently, Harry wasn't used to being rejected. Even though he was hot, I could tell he was nothing but trouble. He was used to getting what he wanted, and I wasn't about to give into him. 

"See I would, if I was interested," I winked at him and pat his chest before finally pulling away and heading into the bathroom rather than back to the table. Once inside the bathroom, I rested my back against the wall. A sigh I didn't realize I had been holding in was released from my parted lips. I just rejected Harry fucking Styles.  I bit down on my bottom lip as I waited another minute or so before exiting the bathroom. Harry was back at his table when I walked out to go to my table. His eyes continued to burn into me as I waited for Elle to grab her purse so we could leave. 

"So how was he?" Arielle finally asked after we got into my car.

I gave her a confused look, furrowing my eyebrows and cocking my head to the side. 

"What do you mean?" 

"In the bathroom, I saw you guys go in there together. So was he good?"

Oh my god, she thought we had sex in a public bathroom. 

"What the- Elle. We didn't fuck. I actually basically turned him down." 

Her jaw dropped as she heard that. Disbelief was the only thing that could be seen on her face. 

"How did you turn down Harry Styles?" she nearly screeched. I only shrugged in response. 

"He seemed like an asshole so I wasn't gonna deal with his shit." Arielle's face turned into a look of guilt. She was totally up to something. 

"Fuck, Elle what did you do?" I groaned, leaning my head back against the seat. 

"I sort of, might have given him your number?" 

A/n

Hey guys, sorry this is suuuuuper short. I know it sucks but I had writers block. Please don't be afraid to comment with your feedback and such! Thank you for sticking with the story babes!

Jo.x