Perfectly imperfect

I've never really been or fallen in love nor have I allowed myself to be. I believe in many things but not love, love is just an open door to welcome heart break and unnecessary pain. Should I say believed.

That was until I met my new green eyed, curly hair neighbor, Harry Styles. What has he done to me? He's changed me, or has he helped me become who I really am? Harry's like a rollercoaster, full of hype and fueling you with adrenaline. But I'm I ready for the ride?

Sneak Peak:
"Fuck! I'm here he isn't! Where the hell is your damn night and shining armor now, huh Izzy, Where?!" Harry screamed at me.
"Harry calm down and don't fucking talk to me like that! Why are you so angry?! He would be here if he could!" I defended Chris.
"Are you sure about that?" He stepped closer.
"Yes, now stop acting like you know everything when you don't!" I pushed him.
"Oh but I do, more then you know, love." his words sent chills down my spine, with that said he crashed his lips against mines.