Him. (Harry Styles)

His eyes were green like the forest, covered in an ice that would usually keep people away, but his eyes drew me in like a predator lures it prey. The tip of his tongue quickly touched to the cupid bow of his pink mouth, licking away the dryness and sealing it with a sheet of moisture.

"I won't kiss you," He whispered.

"Why not?" I asked.

"I don't do this shit, I don't kiss girls and take them on dates. I tend to fuck. Hard. That's it, I've never once let a girl kiss me, and I keep my shit private. If you really want this, fine. I don't mind, but don't put yourself in something you can't handle," He explains.

I don't know what to do. I have so much to think of right now, with my mother being sick and having school on top of that, and a job. Do I really want the difficulties that a boy will bring to my life? It's not like its a relationship, it'd be strictly physical. One time thing only, I'm sure.

"And this would only occur once?" I ask.

"One time only, I don't fuck the same girl more than once. Too complicated," He smirks.

"Lets do it," I breathe.

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Harry Styles, the prince. Literal prince. Has sex with many girls, publicized as British Playboy. He's earned the title rightfully. A new girl to warm his bed for a few hours of each night that goes by. His parents want him to take life seriously and stop being arrogant, careless, and reckless. He's next in line for the thrown.

Chevy Kristoph, American girl with not a clue of where life is leading her. She takes care of her ill mother everyday and attends college. She's current shift manager at Buddy's Record Store in her free time. A free spirit who enjoys almost any type of music. She one day hopes to find herself.

Hopefully they both find themselves in each other. Maybe not.