"Think you're tough huh?" I can see his reflection in the mirror out of the corner of my eye and I notice his tongue run over his bottom lip before he continues, making a chill run down my spine. "Telling off the Big Bad Wolf like that... I think you rather enjoyed it" he then decides to completely invade my personal space on purpose even more and brings his index finger to my chin to tilt it up slightly. "You know, I like bold women... and that was quite bold". I manage to lock my jaw, just before it's about to drop. He's actually making a move on me right now. But I know exactly what game he's trying to play. He assumes I'll fall for it like the rest, and when I'm about to lean forward and give into him, he'll pull back and I'll look like a damn fool. Tough luck Styles, you gotta be more creative than that. I decide to flip it and play him instead though, leaning in as close as I can without actually touching his face with mine. My stomach flutters slightly because I can already see the smirk forming on his face when he thinks he's got me and I know he hasn't. But instead of doing what he's counting on being my next move, I whisper, "well that's just too bad... Assholes aren't my type". ••• Contains vulgar language/sexual content/ drug use/descriptive violence READ AT OWN RISK!