Wild.

Harry. Styles. Those two words make so many guys jealous because they know as they sleep with their girlfriends they are dreaming about having me fuck them. That's the way of my life. Everything. Is. About. Me. End of story. Period. Exclamation point. Done. I want the cameras back on me, and I know exactly how I'm gonna do it. I'm going to create the biggest scandal ever. It's the perfect time to do so, so get ready because this is going to be the summer to break rules, and fall in love? I never thought she would be entering the picture. This changes everything. Me plus her equals catastrophe divide that and you get two teenagers who perfectly in love and utterly Wild.
**+15 for mature content {language, sexual scenes, etc}** Continuation of the Meet Me In Battersea Park stories, exemplified as Harry's story.

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2. I Need A Favor

Harry's POV

"Louis?!" I opened the door of his flat. Things have been rough these past couple of months, and somehow I found the strength to apologize to Louis. 

His nose has finally healed since I punched him and he's back to singing with One Direction, most of the time without me. I was still on a probation, unable to actually tour with the band. Simon's rules. Everything I once owned was now taken over by management and therefore I didn't want to spend my summer being watched by security.

Instead I made a deal with Louis and Simon. If I apologized to Louis and made sure I acted approvingly I would get to stay with him during the summer. 

Not like I had any other place to go. Niall was with Shiloh over in America (don't even get me started on that story), Liam was somewhere in France, Zayn was doing some type of remodeling with his flat during our holiday. This time it was well needed: holiday. Everyone was stressed and I took the worse of it. Now I was better. 

That is if I get my equal share of drugs everyday. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, Harry Styles is addicted to drugs. At first it was morphine which I flirted my way with the nurses to get the extra doses I craved for. Then it changed to ecstasy  cocaine, and my person favorite meth. I shot up whenever I got the chance and now I've grown accustomed to long sleeve shirts to cover the injection sight. 

I bet I would get an intervention once they found out that I was a drug addict, but to me I didn't abuse or overuse. Yeah, the true words of an addict.

"In here!" Louis shouted from the kitchen. Doncaster was warm and nice in the summer, with plenty of places to get lost in. I liked Louis' home, it was big and open with a huge field equipped with football nets and a swimming pool. You could definitely see that he used his money wisely. Whereas now I use my money on a drug dealer in a dark alley.

I walked my way towards his kitchen where he was preparing something. "What are you doing?"

"Making dinner," he said.

"Is something burning?"

"Fuck!" He raced over to the oven and pulled out a burnt chicken. "Well I didn't say I was making a good dinner."

I started to laugh, "Need help with anything?"

"Actually I have a favor to ask."

"Yea?"

"I need you to pick someone up for me," he started as he placed the pan filled of burnt chicken on the counter.

"Oh?"

"Yea, I'm watching a family relative for the summer and today is the last day of classes."

"Primary or secondary?" I questioned, hoping whoever this person was, was at least mature.

"Secondary. Pick up is at three-thirty."

I checked my watch, "Should I go now?"

"If it's not too much of a trouble. I know you just got here but I'm having one hell of a time with this dinner."

I laughed again, "Alright, Hall Cross then?"

"You got it. Oh, and Harry?"

"Yea?" I turn back around to face him.

"Thanks," he said with a smile, then threw a pair of keys in my direction. "Take my Lamborghini."

I gave him a smile as I turned back around and headed for the garage. First time driving a Lamborghini bore into my mind and all I kept thinking was: I'm high. I'm high and driving a couple hundred thousand pound car.

Hey, you only live once right? Better do it right.

I smiled at my thoughts, then opened the garage door, saw the sparkling black car and hoped inside. This was going to be one hell of a ride.

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So I was reaching a pretty high speed, and almost past the school. Okay so I did...twice. Whatever. I pulled along the curb letting the car's engine hum to a stop and then watched as a mix of people exited the doors. Hall Cross Academy was a school Louis went to and I only know that because once upon a time him and I talked like long-lost brothers. 

Now if where lucky we can get a 'Do you remember...?' out of each other. Sure taking simple conversations are easy, but memories are hard. 

I kept the windows open letting the breeze blow through the car. I looked back up at the many students walking down the steps. The guys already taking off their uniform ties and girls taking off their burgundy jackets. I noted that most of the girls wore their skirts higher than usual and I leaned my head back and smiled. 

Memories of myself from primary flooded my mind. I had my own pleasure in removing the same type of skirts before. As my memories kept rolling by like flashes I heard the passenger side door open and than close. I looked to my side and there was a girl. 

Girl. 

Louis said nothing about a girl. Well, he also didn't say anything about a boy either. 

"Hey," she spoke in her thick Doncaster accent. She obviously has not seen me yet, has not realized that it wasn't Louis sitting beside her. 

She placed her leather backpack on the floor by her feet and my eyes glided up her already tan skin and I noticed that she was one of the girls who wore her skirt higher than what was allowed. Because as she reached for her seatbelt her skirt moved just a little bit further up and I saw the outline of her black lace panties. 

I turned my eyes away. 

"So what are we doing today?" She asked, as she turned towards me. Her eyes grew wide and a small smile appeared on my lips. "Um your not my brother."

BROTHER? 

"No," I said slyly. "I'm H--."

"Harry Styles, I'm not stupid," she said. "I'm Cricket, Louis' step-sister, but I'm sure you already know that. Being part of the same band and everything."

Uh, no. "Oh yea, he's told me a lot about you." 

"Really?" She leaned back in her seat. She bit down on her lower lip gently. "So how did the one and only Harry Styles end up picking me at Hall Cross?" 

"I'm staying with Louis this summer and he asked for a favor." 

"Mm, so where both staying with Louis this summer. Well this is going to be fun. Why are you in Doncaster anyway?" 

"I like to keep the information private," I said smoothly. I started the car and started to pull away from the curb. 

"Classic Harry," she smiled. "Always so mysterious."

"How do you know so much about me?" I glanced at her. 

"I do my researched just like every other girl out there. You know just because Louis is my step-brother doesn't mean I can just ask him about anything."

"Really? And what have you found on these websites?" 

She looked out the window, letting the wind crash against her strawberry blonde hair. "You are the most hated man in the world," I was surprise by her answer.

"If you honestly believe--," I started. This was going to end up in an argument and what would Louis think if a ten minute drive led to his step-sister hating me?

"You didn't let me finish," she said, cutting off my words. "Harry. Styles. Those two words make so many guys jealous because they know as they sleep with their girlfriends, the girls are dreaming about having you fuck them." 

Whoa. 

"Who are you and how could you be related to Louis in any way?"

She smiled. "I'm different from other girls. I know what I want, I know what I need, and I get both. You, though, I'm interested in. I wanna know what it's like to be Harry Styles the most despised and loved guy in the world. What is it like have girls begging at your feet and guys threatening you to leave the social scene?" 

"How could I have just met you? You know me more than me." 

I turned onto Louis' driveway, and pulled into the garage. I turned off the car and looked at her once more as she unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for her bag. 

"You'll soon know me," she smiled. "Just be patient." 

She opened the door and stepped out, her black lace reappearing for just a second. I left out an exaggerated breath.

I don't think living with this girl was going to be easy. 

I better start practicing restraint, hell knows I'm going to need it. 

I hope you like the first chapter! Cricket is a wild child hence the title, but she's not all wild. You'll soon find out that Harry and her balance each other. 

Okay I need to stop talking :)

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Much love, Morgan xx

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