« type: bad boy harry styles » "I hate you," I spat at him, pouring all of the darkness in my heart into those three words. I was hoping for some sort of negative reaction from him, but all he did was crack a smile, shaking his head slightly. "No you don't; you love me." It was then that I realized that I have never been so annoyed with his bad boy, better than everyone else, personality than in this moment, right now. **side note: yes, this story will be all kinds of cliche, but I have recently been obsessed with cliches, so I will try my best to make this as original as possible** © payning ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.