Between Us [H.S.]

Good Girl

*Author's note*

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*This chapter contains MATURE and EXPLICIT content*

Long chapter.

Buckle up my children ;)

-i.

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Harry's P.O.V.

"Harry..." She whispered.

My name hasn't felt the same in other people's mouths. At this point I feel like it won't feel the same coming from everyone else. I ask myself how I got so intrigued by this girl that I barely know. Mitch told me he invited her to the party since she got me my rings. My favourite rings. I saw her at the concert with that white printed dress and blonde hair, and I immediatly felt an attraction for her. She looked so happy and relaxed to be there, dancing and laughing at my jokes. That's a solid point, that she finds my knock-knock jokes funny.

I wanted her attention, that's why I changed the lyrics to my song. Probably she didn't even notice.

Of course I know I was an asshole at the party, guess it was my way to find out if she was there like every other girl would have been. But she wasn't.

"I was smoking by myself and you came here, shouldn't I ask who YOU are?"

I liked her physical appearence a lot, I'm not going to lie. But what I liked the most is the way she talked. Her nature. It looked like she didn't care much bout what I thought, she spoke so wordly.

Her messy ways and harsh attitude. 

She made me want to know more. She looked so shy but confident at the same time, like a good girl gone bad. How she answered to my actions with that serious and defiant look on her face. I know I pushed her buttons at the terrace, and since then I can't but try the same everytime I see her. She makes me feel regular. And although some people would find that odd, they will never understand what is like to be in my situation.

I've been treated in a special almost untouchable way for so many years, that the only thing I want from someone is that they see me for what I do, for my actions, not for who I am. Not Harry Styles the singer, but Harry. I was a jerk to her and she responded accordingly, putting me in my place. She didn't just smile uncomfortably and pretend to not hear what I said.

I almost kissed her, that night. Right there and then. But she looked so tense, she obviously didn't want me. And I understand, I would never force her to do anything with me and of course nothing affective related. Other girls would have given themselves to me easily, nothing wrong with that, I love playing with them and they play with me, it's mutual pleasure after all. 

But she didn't.

And then I saw her with Niall. What was she doing with him? I thought she would leave after our aggresive confrontation but I guess that wasn't enough for her. I kept and eye on them all night. They danced, drank, joked...were they flirting? After all she could be Niall's type.

But she is mine too.

I danced with her friend so maybe she would notice, but she didn't. She was so distracted and carefree drinking, laughing and dancing like a fool with Niall. They looked made for eachother. Then they sat on that fucking white couch. I could see where this was going. His arm extended behind her head. They were talking close.