Stolen Innocence

"I don't want to let you go," he smirked, spinning me around.
"Well I do, I don't like you. I gave you what I had, and you just took more. In fact, you took all I had left. and now you have the nerve to-" I was cut off by his lips on mine.
I kneed him where the sun don't shine and walked away, trying to find the other four boys in the crowd.


4. Chapter 3: You, Mr.Player?

"Harry," I looked into his emerald green eyes and bit the inside of my cheek.The

afternoon sun made him look even more flawless, if that's possible.

I haven't fallen for a guy in a long time. I really hope Niall was kidding when he said those things about Harry.

"What'cha need Krista?" he looked into my eyes making me feel insecure.

I feel like such a girl.

I haven't been nervous in years. I haven't been at loss for words either, telling people things straight up was my specialty.

I hate this feeling.

I took a deep breath as a smirk danced across Harry's face.

"What?" I asked. "Why the face?"

"Sure," it turned into a smile. "Ditto."

"Okay you lost me," I threw my hands up in defeat.

"I like you too," he started. "A lot actually."

"How did you...?" I stammered.

"Now girl just goes 'Harry'" he mimicked my sigh. "Without it being that A, they want to break up or B, they like me. And considering you're not my girlfriend yet..."

"Yet?" I questioned, getting my girly crush feeling under control.

"You heard me," he turned to face me.

I smirked as he pulled my face close to his so my lips were centimeters away from his flirty smile. His eyes flickered to my lips.

"So are you just going to stand there or are you going to kiss me?" I whispered seductively.

"It's not nice to tease," his voice became deep and raspy, his breath on my lips.

I couldn't take it anymore. The space between us closed as I crashed my lips to his.

My mind became static. I couldn't think straight, everything was fuzzy. Thehn, it happened.

I felt that tingle up my spine, like I was being shocked with a tazor.

Harry's hand crept up inside my shirt, and the release of my bra strap snapped me back to reality.

I pulled away and attempted to fix my bra.

"What'a wrong?" he asked.

"We're in public," I replied, turning around and pulling my shirt up in the back. "Fix it please."

"Krista, love, there's no one around," he instead made his way to the lace of my underwear. He began to play with it between his fingers.

"Harry," I whined stepping away from him. "I'm not having sex with you, if that's what you're getting at."

"No, I'm just saying no one is around to see what we do," he huffed, fixing my bra.

"In which you mean sex," I remarked, pulling my shirt back down and facing him.

"What? Do you think this is some one night stand thing?" he chuckled. I kept focus on the sand still on my feet from the beach. "Wait, you do."

"Niall told me some things-" I began before Harry cut me off.

"Screw what Niall said! That was in the past! I actually think I'm falling for you! I haven't liked a girl in a long time. The last girl I liked was old enough to be my mom, and she cheated on me! I just want a simple relationship that will last. I want someone to love me for me, not for my money, or to get to my friends, or my fame! I want a real, old school relationship. And I thought you'd be the perfect girl. Now I know that my friends filled your head with irrelevant stories, you probably think I'm a damn womanizer!" he walked up to me and kissed me fiercely. He pulled away and brushed my cheek. "But I'm not. I think I love you."

"Love?" I wiggled out of his hold. "We just met about five hours ago. You can't possibly love me. This is going too fast! Harry, I can't. I just can't. You don't love me. I'm a stranger to you for crying out loud!" 

"No, you're not. You're the girl of my dreams," he corrected.

I rolled my eyes, a little annoyed.

It's impossible to love someone you just met.

What he's feeling is lust.

Pure lust.

Maybe Niall was right.

I glanced at Harry and noticed the twinkle in his eyes was now gone, making them just a plain green.

Everything that seemed special about him vanished, along with my crush.

"Harry," I looked up from the ground and purposely sighed. "I just want to be friends. Now, I need to go get ready for my date with Louis."


-Harry Styles-


'I just want to be friends.'

Krista's words echoed in my head, stabbing my heart in the process.

I slammed the door to Liam, Zayn, and Niall's suite.

What did I say wrong?

Girls usually eat that 'love' rubbish up.

"Vats happening?" Zayn walked in from the kitchen, holding a bowl of popcorn.

I made my way to a white couch and sat next to Liam.

"She wants to be 'just friends'" I mumbled angrily, snatching the bowl from Zayn and grabbing a fist full of popcorn.

"Whoa, did I hear that right?" Niall chuckled from the other side of the couch. "Did the mighty Harry strike out?"

"Shut up!" I yelled, clinging the popcorn bowl closer.

"What happened?" Liam asked attempting to grab the popcorn from me. I sighed and stuck out the bowl so he could reach it. 

"I figured I could get to second base before she had to meet up with Louis, but no, she stopped. So I tried the 'I want to be loved' shit and she still didn't buy it," I glared at Niall. "Oh! And thanks for ruining it! You just HAD to tell her!"

"I had the right," he defended.

"What right? You know how it works. And she obviously liked me. Why did you have to ruin my fun?" I huffed.

"Fun? Breaking hearts is fun?" he wrinkled, his face showing pure disgust and disappointment.

"She was a fucking virgin! You know those are my favorite!" I growled.

"She's not a virgin," he informed.

"Of course she is, everything about her screams 'Hi! I haven't had sex yet!'" I argued.

"The last thing she told me was that she wasn't a virgin and that she knew how to deal with one night stands," Niall shook his head.

"But, the way she said she didn't want to have sex, and the way she pulled away," I hesitated. "Maybe she wasn't. That explains why she didn't give into the kiss."

"Kiss?" Liam inquired.

"Yes, we kissed. It was a bloody fantastic kiss if I do say so myself. Damn, that girl must have some skill. Even I felt something in it," I paused and looked at Niall. "Sorry mate."

"It's cool," he reached for the popcorn. "Sorry about telling her."

"Screw it, I don't think she would've given in anyways," I sighed. "She's different."

I laid on the couch, thinking about Krista. Her beautiful face, stunning eyes, and American accent.

Everything about her was amazing.

And the utter fact that she didn't fall for my trap makes her even more flawless.

She's perfect.

Holy shit.

"Lads," I shot up. "I think I actually like Krista."

"We like her too," Zayn trailed off.

"No, I mean I LIKE her," I blinked.

"Whoa," Liam coughed. "You. YOU, Mr.Player, fancy a girl?"

"Get the fuck out," Niall gasped.

"I do," I felt my lips, thinking of our kiss. "I really do."



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