Hating But Loving One Direction (FANFIC)

Chp.18- A Surprise Visit

Chapter 18- A Surprise Visit

-Anna's P.O.V-

Although apologies were accepted, something still doesn't feel right. Harry seems a little unsettle, and I wonder why. I lean over to Harry and whisper in his ear, asking him to come outside and talk. Harry nods and place the palm of his hand onto my back, making me shiver. I glance down, hoping he wouldn't notice.

“You look cute when you blush, Annabells.” I look up at his face, his famous dimple sinking into his face as he smiles. Damn, why is he so cute?

I didn't say anything until we were outside. Heading over to the concrete bench outside the restaurant, I search for something to say. Our little moment earlier really confused me...what did that kiss mean? Did he like me now? Was that kiss just a friendly one? After all, it was just a quick peck, nothing more since the lads splashed water into our faces.

Before I can confuse myself anymore, Harry tilt my head up to look at him. He stare at me full on with his beautiful green orbs. Hypnotized, I stare back. My heart literally starts racing a hundred miles per minute, my head starts to get woozy, my foot tap the dirty sidewalks, and my mind wonder.

“Why do you hate me so much?” Harry's question surprised me, I didn't know how to answer such a question. I don't even know the answer myself. “I don't hate you,” I pause, thinking of what to say next to conclude this sentence. Harry capture my gaze, anticipating my response. “I just hate Curly.” I finished, satisfy with my answer. It is a hundred percent true, I do hate Curly. Curly made my childhood a miserable period. At that time, I remember making a promise and burying it near the oak tree outside my house. I promised to never like him, but here I am, my heart racing and my head dizzy, because of the same guy.

I giggle out loud. The thought itself was ridiculous. Who can possibly hate this amazing boy? “What?” Harry's eyebrows knit together at my sudden outburst of laughter. “I once promise to never love you.” As soon as I said that out loud, I knew I had fallen heads over heels for Harry. Harry's green orbs widen at my confession. I suddenly grew nervous. What if he doesn't like me back? What if he only think of me as a friend? Please tell me that we're not going to be in one of those friend zone relationships.

My worries were set aside when his curly head lean towards me and his lips touched mine. This kiss is the opposite of the quick peck we shared earlier. This lip lock is full of passionate, lust, and hunger. We wanted each other and now we can finally push everything aside and share this moment together. Harry's tongue traced my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I open my mouth and groan, letting him in. Harry tasted just like sweet mint, fresh but still sweet.

I wrap my legs around his abs, pushing myself against him. Nothing matters right now but us two. I reluctantly pull away, needing air, but Harry didn't stop. He nibbles his way from my jaw down to my neck, making me moan out in pleasure.

Our kiss was interrupted by a flash of a camera. I turn towards the direction, my eyes wide open in fear. Behind the bush near us, stood a grinning photographer with a camera in his hand. His eyes held a winning glint, as if he just got the most amazing present ever: a picture of Harry Styles making out with an ordinary girl. I can already imagine the headlines. I unwrap myself from Harry, before running inside.