-Harry's point of view-
After about a 15 minute car ride, Brooklyn's blue jeep finally pulled in to a unfamiliar houses driveway. I parked at the side of the road, just in case Brooklyn had to leave for something, I didn't want to block her in. The house was a brick house and had two stories to it. The front door was a bright red. It looked like a perfect family home.
I hopped out of my truck just as Brooklyn does. She waits for me to walk with her to the front door, which I thought was rather cute. As she reaches the door she takes her key from her jean pocket, sliding in the key before she stops looking over her small shoulder at me.
"My parents aren't home, and we will be working in my room. Don't get too excited there Styles." she teases a smirk painted on her face.
She is cheeky sometimes.
"Who says I would be excited?" I snap back, trying to hide the smirk on my face.
"Ohhh..idk.." she says sarcastically. "Just a hunch I suppose.." she starts laughing as she turns the gold knob and opens the door. I step inside looking around at my surroundings a bit. Her house is very nice. Almost everything is white, except for a few splashes of colors here and there on art and the couch.
"This way." Brooklyn instructs me up the stairs and into a medium sized room. Not too big, not too small. Her room was very different from the rest of the house. Colors were everywhere from the walls to the floor. It matched her bright personality.
She set her bag down and sat on the bed. Peering up at me with her blue eyes, she pats the mattress to sit next to her.
As girly and cheesy this may sound coming from a guy, my heart beat a little faster as I walked over to sit on her purple blanket.
-Brooklyn's point of view-
He sat down looking a bit nervous now. I was nervous too to tell you the truth. I know he was here just to do a project but I couldn't help but wonder if he felt like this too.
Probably not. All guys are the same, they're all dickheads looking for a piece of ass. Or at least the ones I've met... but I guess it's worth a try to find out who this gorgeous mystery boy really is. I don't care about this damn assignment, I could care less if I get a zero.
"I would say we should work on the assignment, but we have hours to finish it. And I'm rather tired from school" I laughed.
"You can take a nap if you like, I'll just go on my phone or something.." His deep voice mumbled.
"No I don't want to take a nap. Let's just talk to procrastinate." I giggled. Trying not to sound to pushy or obvious at my attempts to have a real conversation with him.
"Okay. That's fine too." He smiled brightly, his dimples evident on his slightly pink cheeks.
Aww he's so cute.
"So what would you like to talk about?" He asks sounding curious to hear my response.
"Anything and everything" I cheekily reply followed by a smirk. That damn smirk of his is rubbing off on me.
"Okay.." He chuckled at my response.
A mischievous smirk marks his face as he looks at me with his forest green eyes. "Let's play 20 questions."
I laugh louder than I probably should.
"You are such a middle schooler Harry." He laughs loudly too.
"Okay I'll start." He says after a few seconds of laughing. "Let's get the dumb questions out of the way, shall we?" He nods answering his own question making me smile lightly at his actions.
"What's your favorite color? Mine is green" he states.
"Blue." I state smiling as I now know one more thing about him. "Ok umm.. favorite type if music? I listen to everything."
"Old rock. Like the Rolling Stones pink floyd. That kinda stuff." He answers plainly.
"Okay dad." I say teasingly. "your turn."
"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" He asked seemingly more interested in this question than the innocent one he had asked moments ago.
"Yes. Three. All of which were douchebags." I say with a straight face, meaning every word. I had been hurt every time, making it hard for me to even trust a boy again. "You?"
He hesitates to answer the question looking everywhere but my face. I knew he was hiding something.
"I've had many.. too many to count probably." He laughs lightly, but I knew he was a bit uncomfortable by his answer.
"Ohhh.. We've got a player on our hands, don't we." I tease not really caring about his past.
Maybe this is what Amber meant by trouble. He dated many girls before.
"No I am not." He laughed trying to be serious. "None of them worked out that's all.."
"Oh really?" I lean in closer to his face. "Why is that Styles?"
He looked at my mouth as I spoke. Making me a bit self conscious as to if I had something in my teeth or not.
Wouldn't that be just wonderful.
"I suppose they just weren't the right ones." He whispers. Our faces daringly close to one another's.
Without moving from my position I speak. "My turn... Are we going to do the project or just forget about it and flirt all night?" The question flew out of my mouth without me thinking, I was surprised by my sudden bit of confidence.
"It depends..." He trails off getting closer and closer to my face our lips not far from touching. "My turn...Will you kiss me?"
I smirk at his words, knowing I want to. But I decide to play his game. "It depends...if you want to then ye-"
I am cut off by his soft lips crashing on to mine. I was a little surprised, but smiled in the kiss.
"What?" He laughs between kisses.
His lips moving in sync with mine. I ignore his question, mostly because I don't have an answer myself. Maybe I'm just..happy. Happy to see the boy I have had a small crush on for a short period of time, actually kiss me.
It's been a few minutes and were still on my bed...kissing. But I can't complain, it was nice. Not hot and heavy..just sweet. Like a first kiss should be.
"Wait...I can't. " He trailed off as his lips disconnected from mine. Already wanting to connect them again.
"Why not?" I ask shyly. Trying to hide the disappointment from my features.
"I..just can't Brooklyn. I'm sorry.."
He sounds just as disappointed as me. But I still don't understand why he would stop like that, and without a good reason.
He looked away from my eyes in what seemed like guilt on his face.
"I gotta go... I just remembered I had to do something." He says before quickly getting up and walking towards my bedroom door.
"I'll finish the project after I...um.. do what I h-have to do." He stutters obviously lying.
"Goodnight Brooklyn." He says looking back at me.
Just before he disappears from my sight, and leaves me all alone to drown in my confused thoughts.
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The Dark Angel (Harry Styles Fanfic)
Fanfiction"He was a boy you could look at with both love and hate. A boy so dark yet so beautiful. So brilliant, yet so simple. He was the kind of boy people went crazy just trying to figure him out. Everyone except her"
