Your Little Secret (Harry Styles Fanfic)

5. "You'll want me"

This story does not belong to me. I am rewriting the story, since it got deleted from Watt-pad. It is one of my favorite fan-fictions, and I really don't want to see it go. So once again this story does not belong to me.

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"What?" He says in disbelief.

"The door is locked you idiot." I moan, cleaning my knuckles tightly.

"Woah, don't blame me?!"

"Don't blame you?! You dragged me in here against my will! Of course I am going to blame you!"

Well this was great. Not only am I locked in a cupboard that can only just fit two people in, but I am locked in it with Harry. He sighs in frustration.

"I'll call Stella." I huff, "she can unlock the door."

"No!" He quickly snaps, "imagine how that would look to the media if they saw me stuck in a room with a fan! They would twist the story and make me look bad, putting my reputation at risk."

I scoff at his words.

"Okay number One, I am not a fan and number two, I don't give a damn about your reputation." I mock, mimicking his voice from earlier. "I just want to go home."

He frowns. His eyes looking me up and down before stopping and starring into my eyes.

"You really don't like me do you?"

He seems genuinely confused. Obviously he has never met anyone like me before who doesn't hang on to he every word.

"No, I don't."

It was probably a tad bit harsh to just bluntly say it but it was true.

"Really?" He frowns, "Why?"

The fact that he said 'really shows me that he is surprised.

"Because, you're an arrogant teenage boy who quite frankly thinks he is twenty times better and more famous than he actually is. Oh, and lets not forget your little specialty of being a womanizer."

"I bet you would die to be one of those girls." He mocks, stepping an inch closer to me, his large frame towering over my petite body. I wasn't going to let him intimidate me. I look up at him, holding my stare. I could feel his body temperature through the small distance that was between us.

"I would rather eat dirt for the rest of my life than be with you."

He doesn't speak. He just looks down at me, his green orbs continuously flicking between my left and my right eye. A small smirk comes across his face. Dick. He seriously believes that every living, breathing girl wants to be with him.

"I'm calling Stella."

"Wait!" He reacts, "don't mention that I am here, or she will scream and everyone will follow."

How does he know she will scream and fangirl over him. It was probably true but still, a bit cocky of him to think that.

"Fine, whatever."

I get my phone out of my pocket, dialing her number.

"Oh my God Mollie, where are you?! We are all by the bus, we found it!! Mollie get here now!!" She screams down the phone, causing me to pull it away from my ear slightly.

"Stella-"

"Come on Mollie! Oh my God, you're going to miss them!"

"Stella!" I shout, trying to break her from her obsessive stalking habit. "I need your help, I am stuck in a cupboard by the toilets...the doors locked and we..." I rethink my words, "I can't get out."

"We? Who's we?"

I pause, trying to think of a valid answer.

"Me and..." I turn to Harry, he is waving his hands in the air, gesturing me not to mention him.

"Me and Harry."

"What?! You are with Har-"

"Shhhhh! Do not scream his name or..." I bite my cheek, "he won't give you free concert tickites to his next show." I sarcastically smile, looking at Harry in the eyes.

"Oh my God! I am on my way!" The line goes dead.

"Why did you say that?" He moans, sitting on a box that was placed to his left.

"Do you want to get out of here or not?" I grumpily ask.

He rolls his eyes and mumbles a "yes" under his breath.

He was so used to getting his own way. Well no, not this time, we are going to do this my way.

It's been at least 10 minutes and Stella still isn't here. Where the hell is she?

"I bet you can't wait to tell all your friends that you were locked in a room with me." He smiles, standing back up, breaking the silence.

"No. Trust me, I won't be telling anyone about this."

I could tell my negative comments towards him were starting to bother him, but I didn't care.

"Yeah right." He scoffs, stepping closer to me once again. My back crashes against the wall. He really did like to show his dominance through the use of his height.

"Stop it." I snap, looking up at his height.

"Stop what?" He grins, placing one of his arms above my head and leaning in more.

"Getting closer to me, invading my personal space, and trying to intimidate me."

He chuckles with his husky voice, lowering his arm.

"You're right, you're not like other girls..."

I don't reply. I just study his face. I can't quite make out his emotion. He has a smug look written across him.

"But I guarantee that one day, you'll be just like the rest of them..."

I frown, crossing my arms.

"How?"

His face edges closer to mine, his soft, curly lock brushing against my cheek as he lowers his mouth to my ear, breathing heavily.

"You'll want me..."

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There's the chapter :) :) :) :) :) :)

Did you guys watch the AMAS on Monday?

I was so annoyed; like I knew it was on ABC, but I didn't/still don't know what channel/numbers it was on so I didn't watch it on Monday. But the good news was
I had found it on On Demand the next day and watched it.

What was your favourite part?

Mine was when One Direction won all three awards including the Artist of the Year, obviously.

ANYWAYS

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