Chasing The Playboy /// H.S Fanfiction

Thief

(She-said)

When I woke up I felt amazing, and happy. I mean, after yesterday Jason was feeling better about his scars. He wants to quit and we're all helping him. He isn't ashamed of what he's done. He just wants people to like him for himself. That's why today he's brining his girlfriend over to tell her about it. Hopefully she accepts him.

Right now I'm on my way to school. I'm starting to take the bus again. It's a big relief since I don't have to petal on the old bicycle anymore. It gets tiring when you live about a mile away from the school. I sat on the bus just staring out the window, wondering why Harry want at the bus stop. Is his dad driving him today? I cringed at the thought of Mr.Styles. He's a horrible man, to judge my brother like that, and blame his depression on us. I oughta slap the shi- okay let me not finish that sentence.

When we went back outside Mr.Styles eye started to turn black. It was disgusting. I didn't feel bad for him, I felt bad for his wife having to witness my dad punching her husband. That black eye won't heal for weeks.

Harry apologized about everything. He said he wanted to get to know me for me, but I don't think I want to get to know him. He's a playboy, he's hurt me, there's nothing more to it. Harry was going to keep going, but Zayn interrupted. That's why all I can wonder is what Harry was trying to say.

"Serena, please listen, I-"

Thinking back to those words I wondered if he was going to say something I've always wanted him to. Why do I want to hear him say those words. The words I've always dreaded I told him. The words I still wish he told me. The words Zayn already said.

I got out the bus and went to school. All the periods went by fast and all I could do was stare at Harry's empty seat. Finally lunch came and I've had enough. I need to know why Harry wasn't here.

I got up from my seat and ran home. When I got home I had to drink the whole gallon of water from all that running. I wiped the sweat off and grabbed an orange from the fridge, along with a water bottle. If he's sick he's going to need this.

I made my way over to there house and rang the doorbell. His dad and mom opened the door. His mom gave me a sympathetic smile while his dad scoffed at the sight of me. I snickered when I saw his eye, and you can feel the tension in the air.

"Sweety I'm so sorry about yesterday, tell Jonathan that for me, and my husband apologizes as well." I like Harry's mom, she's so sweet and kind compared to her husband. She deserves better. I smiled and nodded at her.

"So what brings you here today?"

"I'm here to see Harry."

"He doesn't want to see you." His father said quickly. You know, I'm really starting to hate Mr.Styles.

"Let me check." Ms.Styles went up stairs to go ask Harry, while me and Mr.Styles did some kind of staring contest. Really? He was smirking as his mother came down the stairs almost as if saying 'told ya'.

"He'll be happy to see you Serena." I smirked at Mr.Styles this time as if saying, 'told ya', mocking him. He rolled his eyes and walked towards the couch as I made my way upstairs. The door was closed to his room. I wanted to knock, but I didn't feel like I should. Maybe I'm invading his privacy right? Then again Ms.Styles did say he would be happy to see me. I don't know anymore. Just as I was going to turn back the door opened. I turned around to see Harry looking at me.

"Hey Serena, come in." He said. I walked in and for the first time I've noticed he let me in. It's my second time in here. at first it was when Gemma let me in. I just wanted to see it for a bit, but now that I'm actually in it, it's a whole different atmosphere. I don't know if I should sit on his bed or on the chair at his computer. I sat at his computer and he pulled a chair next to me. I studied his computer, it was a Mac, it was one of the older versions but it looked as if it were just bought today.

He got up from the chair and walked over to his bed sitting down. He patted the spot on his bed next to him, signaling me to go sit with him. I nodded slightly and sat next to him. When I turned my head towards him he was already looking at me. I felt my cheeks turning beet red. There I was staring into those green eyes that I fell in love with. Those amazing curls of his fitting his face perfectly. He gave me a side smile showing off those white pearls and dimples that made me go crazy. I looked down at my hands and realized I still had the bag with the Orange and the water bottle.

"Here." I said as I stretched my arm out. He put his hands toward the bag grabbing them, brushing my hands slightly.

"What is this for?" His voice was trembling and weak. Seeing him so vulnerable like this was sad, yet amusing all at once. I'm sitting here with a sick Harry Styles.

"I figured you were sick, so I got you this. I don't know if it will help, but it helps when I'm sick."

"Thanks." He nodded and began to peel open the Orange. I watched as how every small move he made left me in awe.

"Do you feel that?" He suddenly asked. I looked at him. Our faces so close to each other. His face was turning red, I wasn't sure if it was the fever or if he was blushing. I shook my head, saying no. I put the back of my hand on his forehead and then mine comparing the heat.

"Your burning up, I think it's the fever."

"No, it's not. I feel it. I don't know what it is..., but I like it." He quickly said as he grabbed my arm, putting the palm of my hand to his cheek. They were soft and a bright red color, almost pink. He let go, and stared into my eyes as if he was looking for something, anything. Then his eyes started to close and his face grew closer, connecting his lips with mine.

I felt as if his lips were leaving a trail of fire, the Sparks that flew were so bright and hot that I thought I was melting. He laid his head on my shoulder after he pulled apart. I couldn't see his face, he couldn't see mine, and I was glad. I felt that if he saw me I would look like a tomato.

"Are you guys okay? Do you need anything?" His mom said barging into the room. I shot right up letting Harry fall face onto his bed.

"No thank you! I was just leaving!" I screamed hoping that she didn't see what was going on, but as I saw her trying to fight back that smirk I had the urge to run, and I did. I ran past her, down the stairs, and out the door. I ran across the street to my house and into my room slamming the door shut, locking it behind me incase anyone was home.

He stole my first kiss.

HEY TROLLS!!!!

May I just say... EEEEEEEKKKK!!!!! Who else is screaming like a total fangirl, I was when I wrote this chapter. I have the next chapter ready but I'm debating if I should post it up tonight as well or not. Let's just say things get a little more dramatic. Heheheheh >:3

Xoxo, LehTroller *^*