Summer Love *Harry Styles Love Story*

Marissa is determined to have the most amazing summer ever. Her family, along with her cousin, Louis Tomlinson's family go up to a lake house every summer. This year, Louis brings his four best mates. There's just one problem. Marissa can't stand Harry. And the feeling is mutual.

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7. Jealousy

A/N: I've never really been to Nando's sooo my info is probably wrong and my way of displaying it is probably wrong too, sorry!

Marissa's POV

"So, why don't I want you driving?" Harry asked as he pulled out of the driveway. I bit my lip and shrugged. "I failed my driving test twice." His jaw dropped. "Really?" He asked his mouth still open. I nodded. "Yup. I think it's Louis' fault, he's the one who was helping me get ready for the test." I told him.

Harry laughed. "I can't believe you failed it twice." He said still laughing. I rolled my eyes. "Okay, it's not that funny!" I giggled. "Yeah it is!" He laughed. "Oh shut up."

"Hey, maybe I could help you, like take you out to that abandoned parking lot and teach you." He suggested. I giggled. "According to Liam, you're not the best driver either, so I'm not so sure about that." He rolled his eyes. "At least I have my liscence, he can't drive at all!" He retorted throwing his hands up in the air. "Keep your hands on the wheel you idiot!" I giggled.

"Sorry." He mumbled. "I guess Liam was right." I told him. He stuck his tongue out at me as we pulled into the Nando's parking lot. I giggled opening the door and hopping out of the car. "Marissa!" Harry whined as we walked up to the doors. "What?" "You have to let me be the guy and open doors for you." He smiled as he opened the door to Nando's. I rolled my eyes walking through the doors, Harry trailing behind.

"What do you want?" he asked as we waited in the short line. I shrugged. "I'll probably just get some fries." I answered. He shook his head. "Marissa, you have to eat." He told me. I rolled my eyes. "I will be eating, i'll be eating fries." I told him. He rolled his eyes. "No, you're eating real food. At least get chicken nuggets or something." I sighed. "Fine."

He smiled in achievement. "What do you think everyone else wants?" I asked. "Louis' going to want chicken strips and curly fries, Zayn a chicken sandwhich, Liam a hamburger and Niall a hamburger with two orders of fries. He likes his fries." Harry said chuckling a bit at the part about Niall and his fries. I giggled and before I knew it, it was our turn to order.

We walked up to the counter seeing an extremely tired and bored looking teenager with bleach blond hair. Her bright blue eyes lit up when she noticed Harry. I rolled my eyes. "Hi, what can I get for you today?" She chirped in a high pitched girly voice that she probably thought was a turn on but me, being a directioner, knew that Harry hates squeeling. Ha.

I watched Harry smile a small smile before he started to order for everyone. "Marissa, do you want a smoothie?" Harry asked turning to me. I looked up and shrugged. "It doesn't matter, you're buying." I joked. He rolled his eyes. "And two strawberry smoothies." He added.

The girl nodded punching in our order on the touch screen cash register. "Is that all?" She asked smiling a slutty smile. I rolled my eyes. "Babe, is that all?" Harry asked. I raised my eyebrows looking up at him. Did he just call me babe??

I felt my cheeks heat up a bit and I nodded. "Yeah." I squeaked. He smiled at the girl, "That's all." She scowled at me before turning around to grab our smoothies. I felt a strong arm snake around my waist and I looked up to see Harry smirking but not meeting my eyes.

"What are you doing?" I whispered. He shrugged looking down at me. "I don't know what you're talking about." I rolled my eyes and ignored him. I scoffed as the slutty cashier turned around to get our drinks pushing her butt out a bit further than needed. Harry's arm around my waist tightened, bringing me closer. "Someone jealous?" He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "Definitely not."

A moment later two bags of food and 6 drinks were waiting on the counter. The slut (That's what i've decided to call her from now on) told us our total and I reached for my wallet. "What are you doing?" Harry asked putting his hand over mine, stopping me from getting my money out. "Paying for my food." I told him. He shook his head reaching in his pocket and pulling out a wad of cash.

"I'm paying." He said as he pulled out a 20 dollar bill. I rolled my eyes. "I have money Harry, I can at least pay for my own." I told him putting my hand on top of his to stop him from taking his money out. He rolled his eyes. "I'm paying." He repeated handing the slut his money.

She rolled her eyes at our little arguement and snatched the bill out of his hands. Harry raised his eyebrows at her rudenes. A small smirk played at her lips as she slipped a small piece of paper in one of the bags. I raised my eyebrows. Is that her number?

She smiled an annoying smile before handing us our bags. Harry didn't seem to notice as he smiled back taking one of the bags and handing the other to me. I peeked in the bag trying to see if the paper was in this one but it wasn't, which means it was in the one Harry was holding.

He handed me the bag once he got in the drivers seat so he could drive. "What did she slip in the bag?" I asked looking through his bag. I pulled out the piece of paper as Harry shrugged. "Probably her number. I get stuff like that a lot." He smirked. I rolled my eyes. There he goes with his cockiness again.

I unfolded the piece of paper and scoffed.

Call me ;) XXX XXX XXXX

"What is it?" He asked trying to see what was written on the piece of paper. I threw the piece of paper back in the bag ignoring his attempts to find out what was on the paper.

"It's her number isn't it?" He smirked. I rolled my eyes. "Woahh, someone's jealous!" He exclaimed. I rolled my eyes again. "I'm not jealous." I muttered. "Mhmm, sure." He said sarcatically.

I glared at him while he jus continued to smirk accusing me of being insanely jealous. "I'm not jealous! Why the hell would I be jealous of a slut like her!?" I snapped. He bit his lip stifling his laughter. "What are you laghing about now Styles?" I groaned.

"Just how jealous you are." He answered cockily. "How many times do I have to say it? I'm not jealous! That chick was the sluttiest thing i've ever seen, I mean it was obvious her hair was bleached, her boobs were fake, she was practically orange and it looked like a crayon raped her face! I am not jealous of that." I told him.

He rolled his eyes. "You just proved exactly how jealous you are." He smirked. "What the hell are you going on about? I just told you why i'm not jealous of her!"

"No, you just pointed out all the reasons I shouldn't like her." He retorted as he pulled into the driveway. "You're insane Harry, if you ever thought i'd be jealous of a slut like her." I snapped hopping out of the car with the bags of food and walking into the beach house.


 

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