Change My Mind (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1: Why You?

_A/N: Hey guys, I'm super exited to start a NEW fan fiction for you guys! I'm going to get going on it right away, so thanks and enjoy! :)

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(Ambers POV)

I was stacking the last of the cups at my late shift at Starbucks. God, I hated this job. But I needed it since I just moved away from my parents. I need all the money I could get for my apartment.

I finished by wiping some counters down. I threw my hat to the employee shelf, then took off my apren and threw it alond side my hat. Finally, my day was over.

I was walking out, when BANG. It hit me. Literally. I flew back a little, almost falling on my back. Until a pair of strong hands grabbed me, and kept me up.

I looked at the boy. He looked around my age. A forest green beanie on, letting a few curls loose. He had on a Jack Wills hoodie, and a pair of jeans.

"Sorry." I said quietly. 

"It's okay babe." He laughed. He held me there, in this strangers arms. Then I realized. I quickly got my balance and pulled away from him. 

"Your... Not freaking out?" He asks, sounding a but concerned.

"Well, does it look like I am?" I snapped back. It was getting darker, and I could barley see. Thanks to him, I was not stuck walking alone. At 9am. When its pitch black. Again, Alone.

"Do you realize who I am, Babe?" He asked.

"Of course I do, Who doesn't?" I asked. "I'm just not a fan. Okay?"

"Babe..." He started.

I shushed him right away. "Don't call me babe." I snapped.

(Harry's POV)

I couldn't lie. She was sexy. She was a bit short with me, I noticed. She must not get the fact that I am Harry Styles.

But I found it hot that she is a but sassy. She hated it when I called her babe, so it tempted me to do it more often.

"Babe..." I started. She cut me off right away. "Don't call me babe!" She told me.

I raised my eyebrows a little, and gave her a quick smile. 

"Alright, alright. Whats your name?"... "Babe" I said under my breath, but I made sure she could still hear it, and understand it. She rolled her eyes, and started walking the opposite way.

I caught up to her, and put my hand around her waist. 

"Where are you going, babe?" I asked her, getting on her last nerve.

(Amber's POV)

"Where are you going, babe?" He asked me. He is seriously getting annoying now.

I pulled his arm off of me, and stepped away from him.

"What do you think your doing?!" I asked. "I just want to go home! I have had a log day, and I'm not in the mood from any flirting from you! Alright?" I snapped at him. I noticed I was being a bit short with him, but I didn't really care at the moment. 

"Calm down! I was just going to walk with you." He said.

"I didn't ask you to walk with me, though." I said.

"Let me just walk you home." He demanded.

I rolled my eyes and started walking. He just walked beside me, going on about stuff that I just blurred out. All I concentrated on was 'why he was so attached to me all the sudden'.

We got to my apartment. He looked a little confused. "An apartment?" He asked. 

I looked ay him stupidly. "Yes, an apartment. Because not everyone can be rich and famous superstars, like you." I said. 

He smiled at me, as if I said I'm falling for him. He then held out his arms as if he were waiting for a hug from me.

"You really think your going to get a hug from me.?!" I asked.

"Come on. Why don't you like me? Most girls faint at my feet." He said.

(Harry's POV)

"Because, I know your games." She said to me. "I know your a player and you sleep with fifty girls a week." 

She was acting like she has known me my whole life. But, what she was saying was true. Partially. I'm just a lad though. I should be sleeping with girls, and partying all I want. Especially when I can get any girl I want.

But I still don't see why I can't get a hug? I just wanted a simple hug from her, and she rejected. Thats so unusual, but I ignored it. I pulled her into a hug.

(Amber's POV)

"Styles! Get off of me!" I yelled. He finally let go of me.

"Thats all I wanted." He smirked. I rolled my eyes and left to my apartment room.

I went inside and finally realized: I was just hanging out with the worlds heartthrob, and I barley realized it until now. Probally because he was such a perverted jerk. I saw him checking me out, and thats why I didn't and will never like him. And Thats that.

(Harry's POV)

I got to my and the boys house, and layed down on the couch. I just though about her. She was sexy. I needed to get into her pants sooner or later. And I perfer sooner. 

Louis walked up to me. "Whats on your mind, Harry?" He questioned me. He knew when I was like this. There was no way of hiding it from him. But, I can make an effort.

"Nothing. I'm just a bit tired." I told him. 

"How many girls did you snog on tonight?" He asked me.

"None." I started. 

"Then who are you thinking about." He asked, knowing every detail probally.

I rolled my eyes. "I just met a girl." I said.

"And...?" He waited for me to go on.

I sat up, inhaling. "I need to get into her pants." I said. I stood up, about to walk away. 

"You need to stop doing that, Harry." Zayn interrupted. "You use girls like their some toy. You need to learn how to get a girlfriend you actually love, other than for her body. And stay with her." He told me.

"Wheres the fun in that, though?" I asked, walking up to mine, and Louis' bedroom.

I layed on my back thinking about her. Why can't I get over her? Will I ever run into her again? I blew my chances. I should've kissed her right there. That would've changed her mind. I can gaurentee.

 Louis walked into the room. Thank god I wasn't thinking about her too much.

"Your STILL thinking about this girl?" He asked me.

"What? No! I'm just thinking about this girl I kissed before I met her." I said. "She was a babe." I smiled, cheeky.

"You told me you didn't snog anyone tonight." Louis started. Damn. I hate when he gets me like this.

"Fine! Maybe I am!? So what!?" I said.

"You really care about her, don't you Haz?" He said wiggling his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes and turned over. I shut my eyes and went to sleep.