Into an Outsider. (1D Fanfiction)

Different.

Chapter eleven:

Harry Styles told me he is interested in me, he "always had". I doubt that is even a true statement. I can't believe that his words are authentic at all. I am not a gullible person. He just started to talk to me, how could he have been interested in me before if he didn't even know I exsisted till now. At least from my expierances, Harry never treated me like I existed before now. Now he knows more than I would ever want him too. 

I yanked Harry back into the room before he could get out the door. "Harry, I'm not sure why you would ever want to get to know me, but this is not how you do that. I never wanted you to read my personal things, I never wanted you to even come in my room-" 

"-And why is that? If I was a smoker with tattoos and a bad attitude would you let me? Because, clearly, guys like that can get into more than just your room." His voice was sharp, his eyes scanned my body, his face was nothing but angry.

" No, If you weren't such a fucking jerk. Leave Zayn out of it, you don't even know him well enough to-" 

"-To hate him! Because that doesn't stop you from hating me. Why do you hate me so much? Why do you think i'm such a fucking jerk?" He took a step closer to me.

"I'll tell you exactly why! You don't care about anyone, but yourself because you are a jerk! A nosy and self-centered jerk. You never wanted to get to know me Harry because if you really did you wouldn't have treated me like I was invisible all this time." I glarred at him. 

"You are blinded by this image you created of me. Look past it for once, Becca! A-And I did want to get to know you, but you clearly won't even give me a chance. That's the thing! You aren't fucking 'invisible' Becca, you just don't give people the chance to know you!" 

"Shut up! That isn't it at all! You don't have a clue!" I shouted back. Harry bent down and picked up my journal.

"Actually I do." He opened to the page he was on and looked down at it. He pretended to read it, being sarcastic.

I slammed the book out of his hands and yelled in his face to stop. "WHAT THE HELL HARRY! What part of 'I don't want you to read my personnal things' dont you understand?" He grabbed both my shoulders. 

"Becca, I get it! You've had some rough times, but everyone does. EVERYONE! Including me!"

"Oh my god! I don't want to be talking about this right now! Could you just not go through my stuff like a fucking creep."

"Now you think I'm a creep?" He said while still holding onto my shoulders.

"Oh I always have! Did I forget to mention part-"

"Forget about it! Damn it Becca! I tried to show you my good side, but then this happened. I don't want you to think I'm a prick..." He paused. "...What is with you." His voice was lower, but still angry.

"WHAT"S WITH ME! What's with you!"

"WHAT'S WITH US! Why can't we just get along!" He shook me a little.

"Why can't you just LET ME GO! Seriously, get off of me!" I yelled before pulling myself away from him.

My bedroom door swung open immediatley after. Niall came running in and Louis stayed in the doorway.

"What the hell is going on between you two?" Niall said while he pushed me back away from Harry. Unable to speak, I  just shook my head.

"Why were you shouting?" Niall looked at both Harry and I concerned. Again, we both said nothing. Harry looked at Louis, but he just looked back at him dissapointed.