Falling For The Bad Boy

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The blaring sounds of my alarm was what pulled me out of my dreams. I sniffled, shoving my face into my pillow as it continued to yell at me. I wasn't a morning person, if that wasn't evident enough.
        After the second time of hitting snooze, I finally kicked off my blankets. Turning off my alarm, I sat up and stretched. The sun was just peeking through my curtains, making my room glow in a soft yellow light.
        Standing, I felt shivers run up my spine from the cold floor. I walked to my bathroom, a groan leaving my lips.
        I flip on my bathroom lights as I step into the tiled room. I glanced into my mirror, a sigh coming from my throat.
        My sad and sullen dark brown eyes looked back at me. I was just an empty shell of who I used to be. My eyes raked over my body. Average and bland- just like me. They returned to my pale face as I tied my hair into a messy bun.
        I washed my face and put in my contacts. Within a few more minutes I was searching through my closet for an outfit.
        I gravitated to my old brown sweater, the color of dirt, and my blue jeggings. I tugged them both on, choosing a pair of black combat boots to finish off the look.
        I didn't put on makeup, because I don't want to look like a whore, and I began to look through my jewelry. Picking out the locket my mother gave me, I flipped it open. My father's stoic eyes stared back at me. I shut the locket and put it on my neck, clasping it gently.
        I grabbed my bag from my bedroom floor, putting it on my back, and left my room.
        My brother sat at our table, eating a bowl of cereal.
        "Hey Mayrkoss," I greeted him, grabbing the cereal box from the cabinet.
        "Hey Maygheine," he said back.
        His dark eyes met mine, and the corners of his lips lifted. My brother was supposedly handsome, but I don't see it. He was well built, probably from all that time he supposedly spends at the gym. The girls all fall for him, meanwhile all boys avoid me like I'm the plague.
        "I've been thinking about dad," I said, sitting down at the kitchen table.
        Mayrkoss gave me a  strange look, taking a bite of his cereal. "Why?"
        I shrugged. "I just miss him."
        Mayrkoss deadpanned. "He's been dead for 17 years."
        I poured my cereal into a bowl and then poured in some milk. I was a few bites in when my brother was finished and standing.
        "I can't pick you up from school today," he told me, walking over to the sink to wash out his bowl. "I have work."
        "Where exactly do you work?" I asked him.
        Like always, he ignored my question.
        "I'm going to try and find someone to pick you up, I'll text you later about it."
        I was nearly finished with my bowl. "I can just walk home."
        He shook his head. "We live 40 minutes from the school, I'm not making you walk home."
        "Fine," I grumbled, swallowing.
        "Hurry up, I've got places to be," my brother snapped his fingers. I stuck my tongue out at him and stood, walking over to the kitchen.
        My apartment was quiet, other than my brother. My mother was at the hospital, where she always was. Her room had remained untouched for many years.
        "Come on," my brother complained loudly.
        I ran to the front door. My brother stayed behind as I left, shutting the door and locking it. Our apartment complex was a 3 story brick box, run down and old. It was the kind of place that you didn't know your neighbor.
        My brother had an old Toyota corolla, which we quickly piled into. He cranked the engine and we were off.
I hate my high school, it's the pit of hell in this small town. You might ask how bad could it really be, well let me explain.
        You see, my town only has one high school, so all kids feed into it. But surprisingly it's still small. My biggest trifle with my school is how stupid everybody else is. All any of the girls do is flirt and sleep around and all of the guys are jack asses. Now you may be asking, what about you? Well, unlike those other whores i Like to stay natural. I also love to read and write fanfictions with my favorite bands and anime characters.
School was incredibly boring today. Just as mundane as always. I got called a few names by Brittiknee, the most popular girl in school or as I like to call her H.B.I.C. aka "head bimbo in charge."  I was opening my locker to pack my bag to go home, when all of a sudden bad boy heart breaker Harry Styles shoved himself in front of my locker. I let out an annoyed sigh. "What are you doing here Harry? You know I hate you."
    He simply smirked at me and removed the cigarette from between his lips, "I'm here to take you, home princess."
    I frowned as he continued to smirk at me. "No your not" I stated matter of factly. "Your blocking my locker."
    He let out a dry chuckle and moved out of the way so I could grab my things "Well thats not what youre brother told me"
     I grimaced. Stupid Mayrkoss. Ever since dad died he's been way overprotective. "I'm not some baby I can walk myself home," I said and began walking faster in order to get away from him.
    He followed me easily, smoking as his soft, wavy brown hair fell in front of his eyes. "Sugar, you don't get to say no to me."
    I stopped, turning on my heel to look back at him. "Excuse me?"
    "Don't make me pick you up and drag you out of here."
    I looked at his large muscles and then my puny body. What was I going to do?
    "Yeah right," I retorted.
    I squeeled as he picked me up, throwing me onto his broad shoulders. He walked me straight out the front doors and down the steps of the school, towards the parking lot.
    "Help!" I yelled. "He's kidnapping me!"
    Everyone ignored me.
    "Shut up," he said, throwing me into the passanger seat of his (fancy car name). "I don't like when you talk."
    "Well I don't like you!" I said angrily, but he just shut the door in my face.
    Of course this would happen to me, the most average, innocent girl in the world. Why did my father have to be dead, maybe if he wasn't dead, I wouldn't be in the car with Harry Styles, the infamous bad-boy hottie that every girl died for.
    Not me of course, because I was NOT a whore. Harry Styles was the devil in my eyes, and even though his large, manly muscles stirred something inside of me, I just pretended it was nothing.
    "Please shut up," he said again.
    I crossed my arms, annoyed. He drove, but after a few minutes I noticed we were going the wrong way!
    "Where are we going?" I asked, looking out the window.
    "I just have to do something real quick," he answered.
    We drove for a little bit, before driving into a fancy neighborhood. We drove down a long rode, coming to a gated house.
    "Where are we?" I asked.
    "My house."
What. The. Frick. Notice how I didn't think the f word? Its because I'm pure.
    "I thought my brother told you to take me straight home" I said, clearly annoyed.
    "Look here princess, you didn't even know I was picking you up in the first place, how would you know what your brother told me to do? Besides, he didn't say straight home." He looked at me and grinned devilishly.
    I huffed. "I'm not a whore, ya know?"
He laughed. He LAUGHED. "Your not even my type, prissy little prudes arnt really my thing" he said, giving me a shit eating grin.
    Notice how I said SHIT eating grin? It's because I'm not as prissy and innocent as he thinks I am. I can't believe he thinks I'm a prude??? Just because I don't look like every bimbo in my school I'm a prude? How dare- but my train of thought was cut off as he got out of the car.
    "Where are you going?"
    "None of your business."
    And just like that he was gone. I watched as he disappeared inside the large fancy house before turning away and slumping in my seat, a long sigh escaping my lips. Today has been kinda rough you know? From Brittahknee being a constant pain in the ass to having to get taken home by Harry freaking Styles I think I deserved something for my troubles. Maybe I'd have some ice cream when I got home. Or I'd bake something. Do anything to forget this nightmare of a car ride.
    A loud slam of a car door jolted me awake and I turned to look at Harry freaking Styles who had just entered the car. I stared at him, a little shocked and confused, while my brain tried to sort out what was happening. And then it all came back and I grimaced.
    "You have drool on youre face" harry said with one of his shit eating grins. I simply scoffed and turned away.
    "Just take me home already, Styles." I said coldly
    "Ooh, ouch! Last name basis? That hurts" he said sarcastically. However I was NOT in the mood for his sarcasm. So I ignored him. The whole ride home.
    When we finally reached my apartment, he looked at me and smirked.
    "Well baby girl," he said, and I ignored the bitter taste the nickname left in my mouth. "What do you say?"
     I looked at him and sneered. "I don't need to thank you."
     Harry flipped his hair, his fluffy bangs resting perfectly on his incredibly well sculpted face. "Come on sweetheart it's simple, two words."
     I was too pure to say any nasty words, so instead I got out of the car and scampered up the steps, hearing only the revving of his engine as he left.
     Why did the stare he give... stir something in me?

Authors Note
Omg isn't Harry so hot? 😩 Hope you guys liked this chapter. What do you think will happen with Harry and Maygheine? Favorite character so far?