Hating But Loving One Direction (FANFIC)

Chp.8- Cupid, you shot the wrong person.

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♫ Hating But Loving One Direction [HBL1D]♫

Chapter 8- Cupid Shot the Wrong Person

Recap:

“Keep your tongue out of face.” I said sternly.

Harry chuckle in amusement.

“Can I keep my lips on yours, then?” He ask playfully.

Pause.

Rewind.

Play.

What did he say?

Before I could react, Harry reach over and crash his lips onto mines.

* * * * *

I couldn't think or breathe, my body is numb and the only thing I'm feeling is his hop lips on mine.

When Harry pull away, reality slap me across my face.

Oh. My. God.

Harry Styles just kissed me!

Harry. Styles. Just. Kissed. Me.

Those five words rung again and again in my brain.

I did the only thing I could think of right now, I swing my hand across his face, leaving behind vicious red hand marks. I turn around and run. I didn't even pause to see his reaction, my mind is too clog up and my body is too numb. How dare he kissed me? I didn't give him permission! I don't even like him!

Or...do I?

If I don't, why did I kiss him back?

I shook my head violently, hoping to get rid of that thought. I can't like Harry Styles. He is a player, jerk, and a part of the band One Direction. No matter how sweet he is to me, I know it's all an act.

“It's all an act,” I whisper into the dark night and stare up at the sunset. “Cupid, you shot the wrong girl.” I went on. Why did Harry kissed me?

Before I could ponder the lingering question in my head, the boys, Eleanor & Danielle ran up to me with worrying expressions.

Danielle jump on my and cry in a dramatic tone, “Oh my gosh! I thought you were gone!”

Next up, Louis and Eleanor attack me with their famous bear hugs.

Zayn and Liam fired me with questions while Niall only ask for my uneaten cotton candy.

And Harry, well, he just stood there like a rock. He looks deep in thought and...sad.

The kiss was a spur of the moment thing, right?

I have so much to ask, however, the only person who can answer my questions is Harry, and I am not looking forward to speaking to Curly anytime soon.

“You alright?” Zayn asks, waving a hand in front of my face to snap me out of my trance.

“Yeah.” I smile up at him and link my arms through his, and my other arm through Niall's.

Who would have thought I would ever grow fond of One Direction?

Do I like them as best friends? No. But I do like their personalities and I feel like it is right to give them a chance. Everybody deserves a second chance.

Even One Direction.

*Harry's P.O.V*

I was so stupid! How could I just kiss Anna like that?

Why did I do it?

Because you love her, idiot! A voice in my head said.

I love her? Sure, Anna is hot and all, but love?

Love is like a foreign language to me, far away and unnecessary to learn.

Pulling at my curls, I plop down on my bed.

My head is in a tsunami right now, everything is jumble up and emotions are coming out at random times.

Like the time I got jealous when Anna held Niall and Zayn's hands.

How could she just hold other guys hands when she just kissed me?

I growl out loud. All the frustration in both myself and the situation just pour out of me.

I threw the nearest object out of wrath, the object crash into the wall, creating a loud sound.

My alarm clock. Oops.

Someone must have heard the commotion because a few seconds later, I heard a knock.

“Come in!” I yell, rolling my eyes. The boys always barge in without permission, and now they're knocking?

Boobear (Louis) walk in with a plate of tacos, my favorite food in the world.

Although inside I am mad, sad, and many other emotions, I just grin at Boobear for my bringing me my comfort food.

“Thanks Boobear!” I tackle him into a headlock, stuffing my face with a taco in the progess.

When he finally escape my muscles, Boobear raise his eyebrows in expectation.

“What?” I ask him, although I already know what he wants: He wants to know what the hell is going on.

“Anna.” Although he only said her name, my heart still squeeze painfully.

“What about her?” I croak, my voice cracking.

Without saying anything, my Boobear just pull me into an understanding hug.

I hug him back, glad that I have Louis to lean on.

After all, he is my Boobear. And the only one I got.

The only one who knows me better than myself. The only one who knows that Anna just broke my heart into a million pieces by rejecting me.

No one rejects Harry Styles, and I am going to make sure of that.

Cupid, you shot the wrong guy.

A/N: This chapter is filler-ish. Nothing really happens in this chapter. But next chapter will be amazing since there will be new things in store for Anna. Maybe even a date?

Sorry for updating so late! I am just busy with life and stuff. I'll update more often from now on :)

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