Giving a low chuckle, a glint of happiness crossing Harry's eyes, he nudged me gently on the shoulder, "Funny enough, I didn't picture you to be the Arctic Monkey's type of girl."
I frowned quizzically, sticking out my bottom lip. "What type of girl did you picture me as, then?" I asked, raising an eyebrow tauntingly.
"Well-" he started, just as I felt a warm arm being wrapped around my waist, the scent of crushed pine needles and something else floating up to my nose.
"Where have you been, tattoo girl?" slurred Zayn, as he leant his head on top of mine, by body pressed up against him. "I see you're talking to tattoo boy, he given you any words of encouragement? You left me wanting to ink you up!"
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Harry, a reserved, employed englishman, meets Alicia, a shy college girl at a party in his own house. Will Harry open up to eager Alicia? Who will Alicia save, troublesome, dangerous Zayn, or mysterious and guarded Harry?
( DO NOT OPEN THIS BOOK UNLESS YOU HAVE READ THE FIRST ONE WHICH IS CALLED 'THE BLIND KID') (COVER BY @inkedtattoos :-))
" Can you take a picture with me, Harry? " I ask. I touch his arm, but he jerks away. I hadn't seen him in person in forever. I back up. His lips curl into a smirk, Ray Bans in his hand and a bottle of scotch in the other.
" I'm sorta busy, " He spits, starting to walk away. I grab onto his arm again and he angrily turns around, throwing his arms in the air.
" I have to go! Leave me the hell alone. You can get a picture later, " He shouts. The anger in his tone was apparent and his teeth were clenched together. I almost whimper, when he freezes. He was acting ridiculous. The sad thing was that this has been happening a lot. Everything was fine and then he started having sudden mood swings and then comes along him being rude to fans.
' Harry styles rude to fans ' made the cover of every newspaper and magazine in the world. He was screwed. He later earned respect back from people, when the whole thing blew over. I could tell he was relieved to say the least, but his ego has gotten bigger and bigger, just as his popularity grew; One directions popularity.
" You sound familiar, " He whispers, gripping the bottle of scotch. I was scared it might break. " Do I know you? " He ask. I nod my head to myself, but don't say anything. He didn't need to know. I didn't want him to know. I hated that he was acting like this. The Harry I knew would never do this.
I could feel a tear fall down my cheek and I turn to walk away. The air smells odd and the blinking lights twinkle in the distant. I keep walking even when I hear his voice calling for me. " Wait! Come back! " He yells.
I keep walking.