TROUBLE

Chapter 1 "I hate harry"

May 2010

I hate Harry Styles. It's not a 'sometimes I hate him; I actually hate him. He'd moved in two weeks ago and I'd already threatened to kick him out about five times. He'd already destroyed the house with one party...that he left for me to clean. I just came home from work one day to a wild party with beer cans and passed out idiots all over my house. I had to search the whole house looking for him and when I finally found him he was busy sucking the life out of some random girl. The next day when I asked him why the hell he would throw a party without asking me first he just said "it wasn't a party". He's an all-around asshole with a short temper. Why is he still here?

Why would I let an asshole like him into my house in the first place? I didn't. I put an ad in the paper for a house mate and he was the first to show up. He came with all his stuff and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and just went to the first empty room he could find.

-flashback-

I was flipping lazily through channels when there was a knock on the door. I assumed it was probably this Harry guy coming to ask about being my roommate. He sounded normal enough on the phone so I just told him to come over so I could talk to him in person. We were around the same age - me 18 and him 20- so hopefully it wouldn't be weird or anything.

Why is a 18 year old, Jersey girl living in London by herself? Because my mother shipped me out here to our vacation home when she decided she cared more about my cheating father than me. Whatever, I needed an escape anyway. If she hadn't sent me away, I would've ran away...not like she gave a shit either way. I've been living here for 3 months and she hasn't sent me any type of hint to tell me she still remembered my existence. But like I said, whatever.

I got up to answer the door and I was greeted with a tall slender figure with large sunglasses on. I gave him a polite smile. "Hi, are you Harry?"

"Yeah." He didn't say anything else. He brought two fingers up to pull the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing the smoke to the right before leaning against the doorframe. My eyes narrowed a little as I looked over his face; he looked like he'd been through hell. He probably hasn't shaved in a couple days and his hair looked like it was basically thrown on his head, all messy and curly.

"Are you going to let me in or what?" I frowned. He sounded so nice on the phone. I was expecting him to be like a nerd type guy with glasses and his shirt buttoned all the way up to the top, but that's not at all what I got. I got a tattooed, unfriendly smoker with an attitude. I don't want this fucker living with me.

"Uh..."

"Aright." He shoved past me and I was just now noticing he had 2 duffle bags with him. He brought all his shit with him to meet with me? I sighed and closed the door and followed him into the house.

"So um...how come you're looking for a new place to live?"

"Because I needed to." He stated. "Where are the rooms?"

"Wait, what? You can't just-"

He walked up the stairs and into the second room on the left, closing the door behind him. I stared at the door, thinking 'what the fuck' just happened. Did he seriously just move into my house? Just on his own? Just like that?

"Hey," He barked from inside the room. The door opened slowly, "This is my room. Don't come in here."

"Excuse me?! I never said you could live here!"

"Well I've already got a room, so I'm basically moved in already." He slammed the door closed again and I was left standing in the living room looking up at the door...again...

Congrats, Summer . You wanted a roommate so fucking bad, and now you got one.

-end of flashback-

The first couple days he just floated around the house, barely saying five words to me all day. But soon he got too comfortable and turned into the asshole I know now.

It wasn't just the fact that Harry was inconsiderate that made me hate him, it was the fact that he treated me like complete shit. You know those things that most people know are never okay to say to a girl? Well, Harry said them anyway.

My ex-boyfriend was just like him, so I was used to being called an ungrateful bitch. I mean it still hurt....but I was used to it.

"Hey," Harry barked from downstairs. That's how he gets my attention. I don't even think he knows my name. "HEY!" I rolled off my bed and walk into the hallway and looked over the railing at him standing in the living room. "Would it kill you to get out of your fucking bed before 11?"

"You sleep until 2 o clock every day!"

"I didn't fucking ask you that. Just get up and do something with yourself."

He made my blood boil. I wish I had something near me to throw at his condescending smirk. "WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? THE DISHES ARE DONE, SHOULD I USE THE REST OF THE DAY TO SCRUB YOUR FEET OR MASSAGE YOU?!"

"Well if you're going to be a bitch about it then no, I don't want you to rub my feet."

"FUCK YOU HARRY! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

He laughed sarcastically. "I'm not going anywhere, Summer. I'm here to stay whether you like it or not." So he does know my name. That's news to me.

"Fuck off" I mumbled before going back in my room and slamming the door. I hate Harry Styles.

December 2010

"Hey." I slowly opened my eyes to see Harry standing in the corner of my room, like a damn phantom.

"What do you want? I'm trying to sleep!" I said rubbing my eyes.

"You kept screaming in your sleep, you fucking weird ass."

I frowned at his dark figure, "I...was screaming?"

"That's what I just said." He snapped. "Now can you stop? Im sick of hearing you shrieking every night."

"Every night?" I questioned, confused.

"Are you just going to repeat everything I say?!" I opened my mouth to say something but decided against it. "Just stop it, you're annoying."

"W-what was I saying?"

"Something about a Jeremy?" My eyes widened "I don't know! I couldn't understand what you were saying...because you were screaming! Jeremy did something to you?"

"Okay, Harry. Get out now." He crossed his arms and glared at me before leaving the room. I flopped back against my pillow. No point in going to sleep...wouldn't want to wake up his highness...