The girl behind the bucket list (1D Fanfic)

Flirt

  Harry's POV.

      A docen of white roses in my grip as I walk towards the entrance. I make it about a a meter away from the door. I read the big label 'Kids Beat Cancer' and swallow my nerves down. Wait, Why am I nervous?

   Common Harry! Man up! You're an expert in this, That's why they call you Ladyman. Common. It'll be easy.

   I walk towards the entrance, and the door slid open giving me no time to hesitate my entrance. 

   "Hi, um remember me?" I say to myself, practicing. "Hi! I'm Harry Ladyman" No, that sounds ... I don't know. "Hey beautiful" No, too cheesy.

   As I walk I feel a slim body bump against me and I try to grab it but it slips off my hands. The flowers, somehow manage to stay in my grip, but the body on the floor. Oh shit, it's her.

   "Sorry, I'll help you up" I say trying to hold her skinny arms, but she pushes off making me understand she'll do it herself.

  "Watch where you walk idiot" She says whiping off the dirt from her sweater. She looks up at me and smiles mischiviously, recognizing me from the other day at the bar.

   She chukles, "Good luck with the girl" She says pointing at the roses and walks past me, leaving me there, standing like an idiot. I try to process the words, 'good luck with the girl' ? Oh shit, the flowers.

  "Wait!" I say pulling her wrist but she frowns and pull away.

  "Yes?" She says, raising her eyebrows and showing annoyance.

  "These are for you" I say glancing down at the roses in my grip, then back into her eyes. Though she seems annoyed and disturbed, I love the look on her face. 

  "I- I'm sorry," She says giggling in disgust, "I don't really like white roses. Infact, I don't like roses at all" She says and turns around flicking her long hair to a side and walking away. I stay there standing again, amused by the fact she's treating me like this. She's treating Harry Fucking Styles like some shit, okay, that's pissing me off, but it just makes me want her more.

  "Hey, wait come back!" I say following her through a white hallway filled in with kids running around, bald kids. Oh yeah, this is a cancer treatment place. She keeps on walking, but she's got a girl in her arms.

  I stumble through the kids but I keep walking behind her into a room. Shit, a playing room. Bald kids everywhere, running, playing. Where do they get this energy from? I mean, aren't they sick?

  "Look," She says putting the litte girl down , the annoyance in her eyes grows into desperation, "I'm not the kind of girl you bring flowers to and then pretend it's okay to try and get in her pants. Now, leave please. You can go give those roses to someone else." The way she raises her eybrows in annoyance and irritation in every word is hot, and just ugh.

  I'm so getting laid with her.

  "Okay, fine" I say and give the white roses to the little girl that was holding onto the slim girl's jeans. The 7 year old girl blushes and smiles.

  "Thank you" She say showing her small dimples. Aww, she's cute. Yeah I know, a player like me is weird to have a soft spot for kids, but I do. 

  "What's your name?" I ask getting on my knees and the girl in embarassment holds onto the girl I'm trying to get laid with's jeans.

  "Natalie!" She says smiling.

  "I'm Harry," I pinch her cheek.

  "Are you-"

  "Shh" I cut her off putting my my finger into my lips showing her it was a secret. Natalie let's go of the slim girl's jeans and tucks her roses into her grip then comes close to me and cups her hands in my ear then whispers , "Are you Harry Styles from One Direction?"

   "It's our secret. Can you keep that a secret, love?"

   She giggles exited, "Pinky promise" She says locking both are pinky fingers and then runs away to her friends with the roses on her grip.

  I get off my kness and stare into the girl's eyes. "The roses are gone, how about now?" I say.

   She chukles, "Please, just leave" She laughs.

  "Only one condition" I say smirking.

  "What" She rolls her eyes.

   "I'm just asking for one cup of coffee, just one" I say, turning my flirt mode on. Cheekiness. Flicking my curls. Showing off the dimples. Yeah, those get the girl.

   "No" She says lauging, "Never"

   "Common, it's just a coffee, I'm not giving you a ring!" I pleade like a little kid asking for a toy.

   She rolls her eyes in a hot way, "Fine. Just because you're nice to kids. But apart from that, I think you're annoying" She says, "And I'm being completly honest"

  Ouch.

  "That's a good start," I wink at her, "Wait till you know more about me"

   She laughs still slightly annoyed.

  "Anyways, You said your name was.." I dig my hands dip in my pockets.

   "I never said it" She says, smirking. Oh, she's good.

   "Common, you want me to go out on a date with a girl I don't know her name?" I say.

   "Like you haven't done that before" She says smirking. 

  Touche.

   "Okay," So I decide to give her my name first. Not my actual name, but my whore name, the one I use to get girls in bed and just dump them cause that's exactly what I'll do with her, just to get her off my mind, "I'm Harry. Harry Ladyman"

  I extend her a hand, playing "buisness". She goes along with the little game, "I'm Isabelle. Isabelle stewart" And then she does this amazing thing with her eyes and lashes that gives me goosebumps. The way she blinked, stared down at the floor, blinked again, and stared back at me... Gosh that turned me on.

  She extended me her hand, and when our hands hold in the buissness salute I felt a sudden electricity feeling down my spine. That feeling is new. I bet it's just sexual, yeah.

  "By the way, it's not a date" She says walking closer to the playground.

  "It is!" I say laughing behind her.

  "No, it's not" She says not facing me. She truns around making our eyes meet, "It's a way of getting rid of you"

   I let my jaw drop. God, she's good in this game.

  "Alright then, I'll leave" I say, "But we have a date. Tommorow, I'll pick you up here, and we'll have coffee"

  "It's not a date" She giggles rolling her eyes and staring around at the kids making sure nothing was happening, while I stand here, with my eyes nailed on her. I pull her chin close to my face, and I can feel her breath on my face, I can practically taste her sweet breath, and all of a sudden I can feel her body light up in my grip. Her eyes look disoriented and scared. But of what?

  "It is a date" I whisper, blowing the words almost on her lips. I slowly, and gently kiss her cheek and let go off her.

  "You do that again, and I'l take it back" She says whiping my kiss off her cheek as if I left germs all over her.

  I look at her, amased. Why? I don't know. Everything she does makes me crave for her even more.

  "Alright m'am. It won't happen again," I wink, "See ya tommorow before you take it back" I say digging my hands deep down in my pocket. I slowly turn around and slowly walk towards the door making slow turns back around to see her, whom was starring at the kids.

  "Bye m'am" I say making her anoyed by the 'm'am'. I laugh, "Bye Isabelle" I raise my eyebrows.

  "Bye Ladyman" She says.

  And for some reason, her calling me Ladyman, hit me right in the gut.