Bad Boy Styles (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

"I won't fall in love with you. I don't even care for you." Harry whispered into my ear.

"How about we play a little game, Styles?" I reply smugly pushing on his chest.

"Like those cliche, books?" He scoffs.

"Don't underestimate them. I'm going to make you regret this." Tracing my finger on his neck down to his arm. He pushes me up against the wall, one arm behind me and the other on my chin. He brings his head around to my neck softly rubbing his lips on me as he talked.

"You're gonna get hurt, Jennifer."

"You don't even know what I'm capable of, or who I really am. If anyone, it's you." I spoke pushing him against the wall.

"Nice trick sweetheart, but you don't know me either." He spoke softer as I kissed the side of his neck slowly making him moan.

"Let the games begin, bad boy."