Teenage Casanova

Being an heir to a billion dollar company wasn't all that it was cracked up to be; just ask pompous troublemaker teen, Harry Styles. Sure, it had its ups, but when your CEO father threatens to cut you off and kick you out of the family unless you take over the company when he steps down next year, it ends up putting a little damper on all the fun of being a spoiled rich kid. Growing up definitely wasn't on the agenda at only nineteen years, but maybe with a little time away that would give him the time to think it all over and figure out what the hell he was going to do. And to cause reckless chaos. In enters Kennedy Ross, a good girl from Seattle, Washington, who was being forced into spending her summer with her older sister in Barcelona, Spain. The only thing she wanted to do was get through the next few months with nothing but a good tan and a few memorable stories to tell. She just didn't expect that those stories would include a spoiled brat and a painter.


1. Never Have I Ever

Harry Styles was the epitome of being an asshole.

Though, that didn’t stop him from being one of the most eligible bachelors on the UK’s top one hundred list — coming in twenty-seventh. If it were possible for his ego to get any bigger then it definitely would swell up with this news. But that wasn’t the case. The truth was he hadn’t heard any of the news since his departure to Barcelona for the summer, as he was spending his much needed relaxation time doing what he did best:

Being an absolute asshole.

He knew this, he accepted this, and he moved on from this. Why hold back on the account of what some people or articles may say about him? He didn’t have time to dwell on the fact that there were a lot of people out there who hated him; he just wanted to spend his summer with alcohol, college girls, and casual hookups any night he wanted them. Which has been just about every night for the past two weeks. 

Harry weaseled his way out of the grasp of the slumbering girl sprawled out on the bed — another victim to his string of one night stands. He knew he should have felt bad for her, for any of them whom he’s screwed over, but he didn’t. Instead he just smirked as she didn’t move a muscle from his absence and lazily pulled his pants back on.

He figured that as long as he was out of the public eye for the few months, why not cause as much chaos as he could? Harry knew the things he did weren’t normally perceived as “appropriate behavior”, but that was the thing about him; he just didn’t care at all and he probably never would. If people were smart, they would stay away, but that wasn’t the case all the time. 

Just as he used them to please his own needs, they used him for his money, his good looks, or his power. That was the downfall to being the only son to one of the biggest trading partners throughout England: you never know who likes you for you. So instead of figuring that out, he decided the best thing he could do was avoid anything that could turn into something serious as much as possible. 

Which resulted in him running the minute things got even the slightest bit serious. 

He grinned wickedly at the naked girl on the bed. “Sorry babe.” Of course she was absolutely beautiful, not surprising considering he had incredibly high standards. He had always been told that if he settled, then he wouldn’t find the one he was meant to be with. Though, he completely tore apart those words and used it in a completely different and vulgar way. 

The truth was, he didn’t consider all the blame to be thrown at him for how these things turned out. He just showed up to the bar and struck up a few conversations with the ladies that would be there. He didn’t ask for them to invite him home, he didn’t ask if they wanted to spend an evening with him, and he didn’t ask for them to even acknowledge him. He may have made the first move, but he just followed when they done the rest. 

He let out a soft chuckle under his breath as he pulled his shirt back over his body, grabbed his belongings from the floor, and headed out of what’s–her–name’s apartment. This was that time of day when he did the not-so walk of shame back to his hotel so he could share his evening with his trip companion. 

Harry took in a deep breath and exhaled in pure bliss as he was surrounded by the fresh air. The sky was a perfect shade a blue as he stuck his hands in his pockets and strolled down the walkway and out of the complex for good. He gave his cheeky, yet irresistible, grin to the people he passed on the streets; earning a few giggles from the occasional girl checking him out. 

He loved it here. He loved absolutely everything about Barcelona. The scenery, the ocean, the weather, and mostly, the girls. Harry hadn’t even been here that long and he was already the talk of the city — one of the most wanted and talked about guys. He was charming, gorgeous, and definitely easy on the eyes. And he knew how to treat you right; at least, in bed.

Nothing ever went as far as that, though. He wasn’t looking for anything serious or everlasting and, if those he went after would actually listen instead of fall all over how good looking he was, they would know that before they would bring him home. He had his routine down: charm the girl, wait to be invited home, have an incredible evening behind closed doors, and then abandon ship once morning comes without even a word or glance back.

The word had spread quickly of his unkind deeds, but somehow that didn’t stop those who had been “warned” from seeking him out and testing the water. Most would refer to him as a whore, though Harry preferred casanova. He wasn’t like most nineteen year olds he knew; he didn’t just pursue a woman at a party to get her drunk and shag her good. He thought the more romantic route was the way to go: sweet talk and entice her to bed with how charming he actually was. 

For the most part it worked. He was convincing and conniving in more ways than one. He loved getting what he wanted and, most of the time, all he wanted was a good fuck with a beautiful woman that could easily be forgotten the next day. He didn’t really care for much else. He knew who he was, others knew who he was, and he didn’t plan on changing any of that anytime soon. 

His phone vibrated repeatedly in his pocket and he quickly pulled it out, smirking down at Luca’s name on the caller-ID. “I see you made it out alive last night, despite how hard you were going.”

Luca Chavan was almost identical to Harry other than his looks. It was actually from this guy that Harry learned everything he knew about pleasing women and ditching them. Though, if he was honest, Luca was ten times worse than he would ever be. He prayed constantly that he would never turn out as cold as Luca was, despite how bad he already was. 

“Mate, last night was absolutely buzzin’. Another party tonight, yeah? We can hit up this place tonight and do some damage. I’m sure we can gather some babes for an incredible night.”

Harry smirked to himself and shook his head. Luca was amazing at planning a perfect party night. He knew the right people to call, the right girls to get, and the right things to do. He was even more of a charmer than Harry was, which didn’t surprise him considering his track record to getting girls had no holes in it. 

He was also someone Harry feared a lot. There were many times in the past where Harry had regretted something, or someone, he had done, but Luca would come and make him see through it. There was something about him that made Harry uneasy. He wasn’t sure if it was the way he spoke, the way he acted, or how hypnotizing he was, but there was something that always caught Harry off guard. Though, it didn’t stop him from considering him one of his closest friends and allies. 

He was about to respond, but something caught his attention; or rather someone. He watched in amusement as a girl ran down the sidewalk, in his direction, chasing after a huge sunhat that was flying just barely out of her reach. It honestly looked like a scene in some cheesy movie, and Harry couldn’t help but let a smile creep right up upon his face. 

“I’ll call you back, okay? I think I found my next one.”

Harry didn’t give Luca the chance to respond as he quickly ended the call and jogged in the direction of the disgruntled girl, hoping to help her. Or, well, hoping to help her enough to impress her. He figured the most he could do was help her out, even if he couldn’t charm her enough to spend an evening with him.

“Oh, come on!” She let out an aggravated yell as she neared him and the wind continued to blow the hat further out of reach. “I paid good money for you!” He continued to laugh as he reached forward quickly, once it started to pass, and grabbed the hat before it could fly any further away. He stood in front of her and smiled widely, earning an embarrassed blush to rise upon her cheeks. 

“Do you always talk to your hats or just today?”

She quickly pushed every stray strand of hair that hand messily flown all over her face out of the way as she smiled. “Only the expensive ones.” Harry felt his heart speed up in his chest as he stared at the mystery girl in front of him.

She was beautiful. Wow, he mused to himself as he looked her up and down. He was used to seeing beautiful women as he walked the streets of Barcelona but, as cliché as it was, there was something different about her. 

The girl in front of him was a different sort of beautiful than the regular girls he pursued. The regular girls were sun-worshipers, choosing a deep tan over their health any day. He usually went for the blonde ones that looked like they would pretend to have high standards, but whisper the right word in their ear and mention how much you were packing, and they were clinging all over you. However, this girl didn’t look like any of them. 

She traded in the blonde hair for long, dark brown locks, and instead of being skimpily clad in a tiny bikini, she was wearing a flowy sundress above a pair of worn out jeans. Her lips were the selling point though. Harry just knew she could be real good with them, and the thought went straight to his pants. She had the face of an innocent girl — doe-eyed and filled with so much that he had many questions. Harry knew just how to treat them, but they were always a bit more difficult to work with. You just had to woo them extra hard first.

And by looking over her figure, he knew it would be worth his while. 

“Well.” She blushed when she noticed how long his eyes had been lingering on her as the silence crept up on them for a few minutes. “Thanks for the help. I probably would have never caught it without you and lost out on some money.” She extended her arms and took her hat back from Harry, giving him a small smile filled with nervousness. 

“Of course.” He let go of the hat and held his hands behind his back. “You should hold onto that a little tighter. The wind loves to steal from people around here, especially pretty girls like you. Such a jerk, right?”

She laughed and cutely placed her sunhat back on her head, holding the sides of it to keep it from flying away again. “So I’ve noticed.” He couldn’t help but get caught up in her lips again as she spoke, wishing that he knew how they felt against his. “Sorry for inconveniencing you with my stupid problem.”

“I don’t mind at all, babe. I love helping beautiful ladies when they need it.”

Hat girl looked completely flustered by Harry’s remarks, but he couldn’t help but notice how much she was fighting that redness coming upon her cheeks. She obviously wasn’t used to such compliments, he could tell that much, and he wondered if she was actually buying all of this or seeing through him completely.

“Do you say that to all the strangers you chase hats for or just me?” The two of them shared a smile and, somehow, Harry couldn’t help but feel like the one coming from his end was actually a little genuine. He couldn’t remember the last time he had actually spoken to a female and not already be kissing, or at least tangled up in each other, at this point. What was causing him not to just grab her face and plant one on her?

He gave her wink. “Only the ones I want to know.”

Harry was feeling completely out of character. Usually, he came up with a lot better things to reel the girl in. But with this one? He was being completely corny and he had no idea why. Something about her made him nervous, and he really wished he knew what that something was so he could get rid of it. 

“Nice one. Do those lines work on all the girls?”

“You tell me.”

She rolled her eyes, but that smile that was drawing Harry in didn’t leave her face. He was becoming so mesmerized by just the look she held and it was almost giving Harry chest pains. He had never felt this way when talking to a beautiful woman — at least, he hadn’t felt like this in a long time. But, then again, at this point they wouldn’t still be talking. Things would have begun to escalate already. 

When she didn’t respond, he took it upon himself to handle the awkward silence. “I’m Harry.” He extended his hand out to her and she took it easily. He couldn’t help but notice how warm and soft her hands felt in his. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Harry.”

He waited for a few moments, expecting to hear a name back, but she never gave it up. “You wouldn’t happen to want to tell me your name now, would you? I thought we were making some real progress here.” He was used to getting the girl’s name first, but for some reason he had jumped the gun this time. 

“Sorry, but I don’t give my name to strangers. You could be some creep or weirdo or who knows what.”

“Hey, I may be strange, but I’m not some weirdo.” He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but smile at her. 

But when she didn’t immediately speak up, he knew something was off. She fiddled with her fingers before glancing up at him again and laughing. Her eyes scrunched together into little crescents as she laughed and it caused Harry’s stomach to do flips. What the hell is going on with you, Styles. He tried to shake the feeling and thought, but as he laughed some more and her eyes continued to do such a cute thing, he couldn’t get rid of the weird feeling.

“Maybe if I see you again then I’ll tell you my name.” She brushed past him slowly, their arms touching so softly as she did. Harry could feel the electricity flow from their touch. He glanced down at her as she was right next to him and met her eyes, their gazes locking for what seemed like forever. In reality, it was only a few seconds.

During those seconds, though, Harry could feel his heart beat faster and faster. She was gorgeous and not knowing anything about her was driving him crazy. He knew this could be the last time they met; being cursed to never cross paths again. He had to wait for the right moment to put on his charm and make her want him just as much as he wanted her at that moment. 

“I’ll be waiting for that then,” he whispered as she continued to pass him and dropped her glance. She walked on without another look back at him and disappeared before his eyes. It was maddening, not seeing her look back, but he knew that he couldn’t just chase after her and bother her to stay. 

Harry watched in the direction she had gone for what seemed like ages. He wished they could have talked more; could have done more. He wanted to get the chance to charm her into bed with him. He wanted to feel those warm and soft hands on his skin as he showed her what she had been missing her entire life. He wondered if they actually would see each other again. He needed to, he definitely wanted to. She was too gorgeous to forget right now.

He grinned as he turned the opposite direction and headed through the doors of his hotel. That was it. He would see her again. He would lure her in with his looks and his words. And he would seduce her into bed just like he did with every other woman he chased after. 

He was determined and nobody was going to stand in his way. 

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“Ladies, ladies.” Harry laughed as he wrapped his arms around the two closest women huddled around him. He loved the attention and the choices he had for the night — all thanks to Luca. “There’s enough of me to go around.” Why couldn’t he have them all?

Harry let the two blondes on each side of him kiss his neck and he couldn’t help but smirk. They were so desperate for his attention, despite knowing how horrible he could be after they got what they wanted. They didn’t want him for his love or anything emotional; all they wanted was the same thing he was after. 

Though, a lot of the time that changed after they spend an evening with him. There were many occasions where they would wake up almost in unison and she would want him to stay or even become something more with him. But that was never going to be the case, and he was pretty obvious when he would let her down. 

You could say that sometimes he was just downright cruel. 

“You cheeky bastard. I’m surprised she didn’t bring you home right then and there. Usually you draw them in so quickly.” Luca shook his head as he joined Harry’s private circle and brought his cup to his lips. He took his usual spot between two other ladies that were most likely waiting for their chance with Harry, but were willing to settle on second best. 

Harry chuckled as he leaned forward, letting the same women continue to grope him as he held a conversation with his friend. “She was gorgeous, Luca. I can’t get her out of my head and I know nothing about her.” Harry grabbed his cup from the table and took a drink before meeting Luca’s eyes. 

Luca paid no attention to the girl’s that were falling all over him, or their placement of their hands, as he stared at Harry with a questioning look. “She’s just a girl, man. You can’t be so caught up in her.”

Luca and Harry were very similar; you could say they were almost identical in personality. He and Harry were both the charming type that could get any girl they wanted without much effort. Harry had learned almost everything he knew about being a modern day casanova from him. 

Unlike Luca, though, Harry had his own morals. He wasn’t as cruel as his buddy. And, as he always wished, he hoped he would never get that bad. He knew what it was like to have your feelings completely destroyed and, even though he done that many times, he wouldn’t wish it on his worst enemy. Though, it didn’t stop him from being a complete ass.

“You’re not going soft on me, are you?” Harry shook his head, denying Luca’s question. “Good. If you can’t get her out of your head then you find her and lure her in, got it?” Luca always took control in these types of situations. For some reason, he didn’t want Harry to drop the whole act. 

“Of course. That’s the point, isn’t it? She’s got me craving her now.” Harry took another drink and sat his cup down. He relaxed back against the couch and continued to let his girl’s touch all over him without any protest. 

As he closed his eyes when they kissed his skin, all he could see was her. His mysterious hat girl that was driving him crazy. He imagined her in the place of these random women and wanted it so badly. He wanted to feel her touch; her lips against his. Why was he feeling this way? He had no idea. He had hardly talked to her, and yet he couldn’t get her out of his mind.

If Luca knew how badly he wanted to see her again, he would definitely call Harry out on it. He wasn’t going by the rules now, though Harry didn’t really understand why Luca had to come up with rules. He always said if someone was that beautiful, you seduce now and forget later. But Harry hadn’t gotten the chance yet so he couldn’t forget her either. 

He felt completely defeated. This was something different for him. He never wanted someone this bad and it pretty much confused him. What was it about this girl? Why was she driving him crazy? He knew the only way he could figure out these questions was to see her again; to get to know her. 

He ripped himself away from the two women and rose from his spot. “Come now, love.” He was too aggravated to think about the mysterious girl now. He had to get her out of his mind, at least for a little while, and there was only one way to do that. He turned to the beautiful girl on his left and held his hand out for her. “Let me treat you well tonight.”

Her eyes filled with lust and excitement as she took his hand and stood up against him. Their bodies lightly touched as a smirk filled his lips and he led her back towards the bedroom. The sounds of Luca laughing and a bunch of girl’s wining that he hadn’t picked them made Harry chuckle as he shut the door behind him and his new toy for the night. 

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Harry wasted no time once morning came as he climbed out of bed and pulled his clothes back on before grabbing his phone and slowly creeping out of her bedroom. He found Luca asleep on the floor with three women draped over his completely naked body, and Harry couldn’t help but roll his eyes. You dog, he smirked to himself as he pulled his shirt over his head and left the apartment without making a sound.

He wondered if he should have woken Luca at least. He would have to deal with the angry consequences of Harry’s screw and run. He could only imagine the pissed off faces the girl would make as she hounded Luca for answers as to why Harry was gone. 

It wasn’t an unusual response whenever Harry and Luca were together. Harry was always the first out of the place and left Luca to deal with his leftovers. It either ended in two ways: the girl would smack Luca and scream her head off about being “used”, despite knowing what would happen beforehand. Or, Luca would want to go for round 2 and mess with whomever Harry had last night. It didn’t really bother him all too much; it wasn’t like he was going to remember the girl later on.

Harry made his way back to his hotel and headed straight for his suite. The girl’s in the lobby gave him looks as if they wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off and have him right there. He just gave them in a wink in return as he clicked the up button on the elevator and disappeared behind the doors.

He pulled his phone from his pocket when it began to ring and sighed when he saw his mom’s name flashed across the screen. It had been a few weeks since they last spoke, a falling out from what had happened recently between him and his parents, and he was sure that she was worried about him — for other reasons rather than just generally being worried. 

“Harry.” He sighed when she immediately spoke to him without him even properly answering her. She was always one to jump the gun. “I was wondering when you were going to finally answer my calls. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about everything. Plus, I miss you.”

Red flag. That was a big lie. He was positive that she, nor anyone else there, was actually missing him. “Yeah, of course.” He rolled his eyes a little. He knew, for certain, that there was definitely one person there not missing him. A big, burly man probably sitting in an office at the moment, working himself to death. It was that man that definitely did not miss him or any of his crazy antics. 

His father, the chairman of Styles Corporation, was Harry’s biggest critic. No matter what Harry did, he couldn’t please his father in any way. Eventually, he just decided and gave up so he could do whatever he wanted. Unfortunately, after it landed him behind bars more than once, his father decided to give him the ultimatum. 

It was either grow up and prepare to take over the company when the time came for him to retire, or be cut off and disowned from the family for good. Harry wasn’t all too sure that they would actually stick with this; they always gave him and gave up trying to force him to do things. But something about how his father had been acting recently made him wonder if they were all actually serious. 

So Harry decided to take a little vacation. He needed time to think and get his priorities straight. Did he really want to become the head of the family; the face? Was he ready to take over for his father and run an entire company that the UK was dependent on? 

He wasn’t. At least, not yet. 

“I miss you all too,” Harry sighed, getting out of the elevator once it reached his floor and heading down the hallway and towards his room. “I’m kind of busy right now, though. Need a shower and what not. I love you. I’ll talk to you soon.” He hung up the phone quickly before his mother would start begging him to come home. He wasn’t ready just yet. He had to use this time to figure it all out.

He unlocked the door and walked into the extremely messy room, making a face and wondering when housekeeping would actually be by. He tossed his phone onto the sofa and walked towards the sliding doors, pulling them open and stepping out onto the balcony.

Harry leaned against the railing and stared out at the city before him. He loved it here, he really did. He knew that he could spend as much time here as he wanted, but it just didn’t feel like home to him. If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t feel like home anywhere. He was a wanderer. He felt out of place no matter where he went and it actually bothered him.

As much as he loved sleeping around with beautiful women and partying until the sun came up, he still felt emptiness inside. Of course, he would never tell that to Luca and suffer the wrath of him. But he really just longed for a home. Somewhere he could be and not feel the need to leave constantly. A place that had people that would mean something to him eventually. But did that place or those people even exist? He wasn’t too sure.


He was brought away from his thoughts to the sound of his name being called from the balcony beside his. He looked over quickly and was soon staring wide eyed at the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Of course, he had already seen her before.

“It’s you.” He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t think that their paths would cross again, let alone they would be staying in the room direction next to each other. Coincidence? Maybe, maybe not. “Hat girl.”

She laughed that same laugh that made Harry’s stomach drop before, as her eyes did the same, cute scrunching ting that was driving Harry completely mad. He wanted nothing more than to jump right across the gap to her balcony and kiss her. 

“I did say I would tell you my name if we met again, didn’t I?” She grinned widely as she picked up the book she was reading from the table and heading back towards her own room. Harry felt anxious as he moved closer to the railing, not wanting to say goodbye just yet. She was the girl he couldn’t get out of his head, despite everything and everyone telling him to forget her. He couldn’t. He knew deep down inside he just had to have her.

She stopped right at the door and glanced over her shoulder at him. A small smile crept on her lips as she narrowed her eyes right at Harry, like she was trying to figure him out. “It’s Kennedy.”

Kennedy… I have to have you. The game has begun.

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