"You're a fucking cunt you know that- but let me guess even my insults entice it don't they Styles" "I'm the devil itself, but don't go acting all innocent just because I call you angel" "I've got to live up to the name don't i or you can go find a mistress for your well being " giving him a sly smirk as I run my hands up and down his chest He grabs both my wrist and using his grip on me to flip me over so my back slams against the hard surface of the brick wall. He lets go of my wrist before quickly wrapping one hand around my throat- flicking his eyes up and down my figure in between the empty space between us that separates us. He takes his free and grab my chin and tilts it up to make me face him while running his thumb over my bottom lip with ease. He leans towards and ear and his lips hover over my ear "if you could read my mind, it's full of you. I don't want anyone else the way I need you" he pulls back and stares at me with a sense of adoration. "