The bad boy and me (Harry Styles Fanfic)

The bad boy and me (Harry Styles Fanfic)

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Meet Aria. Aria is a girl that gets average grades and can be either the nicest person you have ever met or the total opposite. Aria doesn't care if anybody judges her and at times, she can be the bitchiest person you have ever met. Aria isn't the typical nerd at school. She's quite popular. Now meet Harry. Harry is a boy who gets good grades but doesn't give a shit about anything. Nobody ever says no or disobeys him. Harry is a cocky boy whos ego is the size of a Ferris wheel! But what happens when Aria has a new neighbor that just happens to be a bad boy? Little did she know that she was actually the new one, not him. What happens when they bump into each other? Will they keep meeting over and over again? or even become friends? Stay tuned for more! Preview: "Like what you see, babe?" He winked with his hand still covered on my mouth. I shook my head no and he raised an eyebrow. He brang his face near my ear as his hot breath tickled my neck as he left a trail of goosebumps. "I bet I can make you scream louder when you-" He didn't get to finish his sentence because I let go of his shirt and slapped him right across the face making him let go of my waist. "You dirty bastard, watch your mouth and get the fuck out, you ruined my morning even more." I huffed and rolled my eyes, stepping away from the unknown guy and walking past him to only have him grab ahold of my wrist again. My back was facing toward his front. I immediately regretted what I wore because I knew he would stare at my bum. "Let. Go. Now." I tried to get out of his tight grip but he was too strong. Me trying to pull away only caused him to pull me back into his hard chest my bum touching his front as his strong muscular tatted arms wrapped around my waist. "Now, now where do you think your going with all that ass?" I gasped which caused him to chuckle. "You pervert! Let me go please." I pleaded but that didn't phase him. "The names Harry, babe." <---- is how it all started.
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