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.


26. Second Nature - PART II

(Here's the continuation from last time. Sorry for all these 2 parters lately. I keep writing really long chapter and they end up not fitting on one chapter lol.)



He took his time, though, as he made it back to the hotel and through the front doors. The first thing he saw inside was Luca hanging all over some girl as they headed for the exit. Harry wasn’t really in the mood for dealing with that situation so he quickly hid behind one of the giant plants and eyed the two as they walked by.

That was something he would have to take care of eventually. He and Luca had barely talked since Harry told him that he was done with the stupid game. He wanted nothing to do with it; all he wanted was to be a better guy, but Luca wasn’t having any of that. For some reason, Luca was set on turning Harry into something he didn’t want to be. And Harry had no idea why.

But that problem would have to be put on hold for the time being.

After getting off the elevators when he reached his floor, he slowly made his way down the hallway, almost rethinking even coming to talk to Hannah. This wasn’t going to end good, but he knew it was the right thing to do.

Harry held his breath as he reached forward and knocked lightly on the door. The sound of feet shuffling from the other side made him nauseous. He knew once that door opened that nothing good would come out of it. Someone was going to get hurt, and he knew that it wasn’t going to be him.

If someone had watched him a month ago break up with someone, it would have been a completely different story. He would have been harsh and brutal. He wouldn’t have cared about their feelings and he probably would have left without giving them the chance to get upset or beg him to stay.

No matter whether or not he felt something for Hannah, he wasn’t going to do that to her. Not just because she was Kennedy’s sister, but because she was a person. This was what his dad had been talking about all along; growing up. And this was party of the journey to that. He needed to face the things he’s done wrong.

He needed to tell the truth and nothing but the truth.

Hannah appeared in no time, the smile brightening on her face once she saw who was at the door. His stomach dropped and he tried his best to give her a smile, though it wasn’t as genuine as hers. 

“Hey stranger,” she joked as she took his hand and pulled him into the room. “What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were coming over.”

He awkwardly replied with, “Came to see you.”

“I’m so glad you’re here. I haven’t really seen you around since before Kenny’s birthday so I was wondering if you were mad at me or something.” Hannah held onto his hand tightly, as if she were trying to hold on to him for dear life.

And he knew it was only going to get worse with what he had to say.

How do you explain to your girlfriend that you pretty much used her to get close to her younger sister so that you could use her sister in a game with your ex–friend to try and get her to sleep with you, but actually it all fell apart and you somehow found yourself falling head over heels for said girl?

This was way more complicated than he ever wanted it to get. Fuck. 

“Hannah, I–” He didn’t even know how to start this. He was practically at a loss for words. But he got up the courage and finally figured it out. “Hannah, we need to talk.” 

The four words nobody ever wants to hear from the person they’re dating. It was the phrase that leads to the beginning of the end for any couple, usually, and it the words that shot red alert signals throughout Hannah’s mind.

She turned around quickly, looking at him with sad eyes. “Harry,” she started, but stopped. She stood there in silence for a minute, looking like she was trying to come up with something clever to stop him from doing this. “Is this because of the pregnancy thing? Look, I swear I’m not pregnant; I even showed you the test. It’s okay.”

“Can you please just let me talk?”

“No.” Hannah stopped him, pressing her finger to his lips. “No, I don’t want to hear it. I am not letting you do this, okay? You and I are just fine and we are going to be fine and we are going to finish summer in a happy place. Okay?”

Harry had never seen her react like this. Sure, during his reign as “dick of the world” he was a pretty absentee boyfriend, but they still spent enough time together to know that she was about to lose it once the truth came out. He thought for a minute about maybe not telling her everything; keeping it a secret forever and burying it. What Hannah didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, and it wouldn’t hurt his chances with Kennedy.

But it wasn’t right. Burying it wasn’t right and he couldn’t do it. 

“Not okay,” he murmured before finally making eye contact with her. “Hannah, it’s not okay. We – I – can’t pretend that everything is okay.”

Her bottom lip quivered slightly, like she was on the verge of a breakdown. Crying definitely was expected, but not something Harry wanted to see. He knew that he wasn’t going to get off that easy though. “You’re just not thinking clearly, obviously. You’re lacking sleep or something, because you’re just being ridiculous. We are not breaking up.”

He took a deep breath and finally said it. “I’ve been lying to you.”

She gave him a confused look, not understanding what he meant. In Hannah’s world, everything had been going so right. In Harry’s, it’s been nothing but a big lie. A big lie that he had to fess up to; even if it hurt the people he didn’t mean to hurt. 

“This isn’t going to be easy to say, so please let me say it without interruptions. When I first met you it was completely random. You were just attractive girl in the bar and I wanted a good fuck for the night. When I woke up, I found Kennedy standing there… and I had met Kennedy before I met you…” He tried to tread lightly, but he wasn’t exactly sure how to do so without either confusing Hannah or making her upset. 

“Okay so you knew Kenny before me. So what? That’s not really a lie, Harry. I don’t see why that means we have to break up, unless you like her or something…” Hannah trailed off, but it was only a matter of seconds before he eyes widened a bit and she was back to focusing on Harry. “Wait,” she whispered. Harry sighed at that point and looked away, trying not to make eye contact with Hannah as she figured out part of what he was trying to say. “You don’t like Kennedy, do you?”

Well, at least Hannah wasn’t the last person to figure it out. Harry was still holding out hope that Kennedy was still clueless for the time being. “At first, she was just this girl, okay? But after a while… I found myself really wanting her. Like, it drives me crazy and I can’t stop thinking about her,” Harry revealed, much to Hannah’s disappointment.

Hannah covered her mouth, completely shocked over Harry’s admission. That was definitely not something she wanted to hear or expected. It took her a moment to calm herself down, and to not cry, but she managed and took in a breath. “Okay. You like my sister and that’s okay. I can deal with it. Nothing has to change.”

Harry wasn’t sure how much longer he could take Hannah trying to look past everything. He knew there was only one way he could get her to understand and that was to come clean. “I only went out with you to mess with Kennedy’s head.”

The room fell silent as the tension grew. Hannah stared at him with an expression that could kill. Disappointment, anger, frustration, and pure confusion crossed her face and he wasn’t exactly sure which he would really have at that point. No matter what, he was going to get it and he was ready for whatever she had. 

The only thing he wasn’t ready for was Hannah telling Kennedy everything. He knew this was the risk; he knew that Kennedy would have to find out sooner or later. And Hannah would most definitely be the one telling her how horrible Harry was and how badly he screwed them both over. This was the point of no return. He was going to lose them both and it was his entire fault. 

“You only went out with me to mess with my sister.” It was more a statement rather than a question. It was like she was trying to understand it herself by repeating it. But even saying it out loud it still made no sense. And yet, the anger grew more and more on her face as she took steps towards him. “You only went out with me to mess with my sister.”

Harry stepped back as far as he could until his back hit the wall. He had nowhere to run and now he was stuck with the wrath of Hannah. He knew that she would be mad, but he had no idea how mad since she was always so bubbly and happy. Little did he know that even Hannah had a lioness inside of her ready to attack when it needed to.

“Hannah, I never meant for any of this to happen… Okay, well technically I did, but after a while I didn’t, but then I was kind of stuck in all of it and I had no idea what to do and now I’m telling you the truth so please let me finish before you kill me.”

She crossed her arms and stopped walking, her glare never leaving her eyes. She was giving him the chance to finish what he started, even though he wasn’t sure he actually wanted to admit every, single horrible thing he had done since he met the Ross’. But this was the time to own up and there was no going back now.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, not exactly sure how to explain it all. “Okay, so… I had a really bad break up a long time ago and Luca came in and taught me all these different ways to get girls and then break their hearts like Tera did to me. And so when we came here that was the plan; I just wanted to have a good time and mess around with girls and not care about anything.” He stressed a little, trying not to get worked up over how everything in his life was going so wrong than how he wanted. “Then I met Kennedy and I couldn’t get her out of my head for some reason. I initially went after he, because she’s cute and I wanted to sleep with her, but then I messed up and ruined the chance.”

“So you decide to go out with me because she rejected you.”

“No,” he jumped back in and shook his head. “No, you weren’t even in the plan until Luca mentioned something about going after Kennedy himself. I had to do something so he and I came up with this stupid game where we go after one girl all summer and get her to fall for me and mess with her head… and then we break her heart really badly… And I chose Kennedy.”

Hannah clenched her jaw and Harry was almost certain that steam was about to roll right off of her from how angry she was. He didn’t blame her; this was her baby sister and he had crossed the line. He had crossed the line so much that he deserved a big punch in the face. 

“I think I get it now. You start up this game and pick Kennedy, but she wouldn’t give you the time of day anymore. So you decide to fuck with my head so that you could get close to her again. Tell me if I’m getting warm or anything.”

Harry’s eyes pleaded for her to understand. He knew what he’s done was wrong and he was trying to fix everything the best he could. But how do you fix something you’ve fucked up so badly? How do you fix someone’s broken heart, because he knew Hannah’s had to be breaking. She had admitted to him that she loved him, and there he was taking a big knife and jamming it right in there.

“I know what I did is wrong and I can’t express to you how sorry I truly am. I’m an asshole; I’ve always been an asshole. And I shouldn’t have brought you into this, I know that. But things are different now. I’m trying to be better, because I am crazy about your sister, Hannah. I know this is hard to hear, but it’s the truth. I really care about Kennedy…” 

Harry had never been so honest with someone in his life. Not even Niall probably understood how crazy he was about Kennedy. This was a place that Harry hadn’t crossed over into since Tera, and he was terrified. He was terrified of falling for someone, especially Kennedy. He didn’t deserve her and that’s what made it even more scary.

When did it become so complicated to like someone?

Hannah didn’t say anything for a while. Harry was certain that she was plotting his timely demise and he just closed his eyes and waited for it. So when she finally spoke up it was a little shocking that she wasn’t sending him flying off the balcony. “You’re a real dick. And what you did is not okay. My sister has been through a lot and she deserves a guy like Zayn who won’t mess with her head, unlike you.” Harsh. Brutal. Harry was waiting for more, because he knew there would be. “But I know what it’s like to like someone you can’t have.”

“What?” Harry peeked one eye open, making sure that she wasn’t standing there with a knife, before relaxing a bit and waiting for her to continue.

“You are not forgiven for what you’ve done, and I probably never will forgive you, because you’re a complete douche who needs to go get hit by a bus,” Harry wasn’t exactly sure where this was going and he questioned with his eyes for her to get to the point, “but I can tell you really care about Kenny.” She took a step towards him grabbed his shirt color before balling her hand into a fist. “If you do anything to hurt my sister again, I will make sure that I’m the one driving the bus.”

Hannah dropped her arms and turned away, the sound of sniffling coming as she began to walk away. Harry could only imagine how she truly felt having her heart ripped to pieces by someone she thought she loved. It wasn’t fair, he knew that. And he wished there was something he could do to make it better. But he knew the best thing he could do was to keep his distance.

“Are you going to tell Kennedy what I’ve done?”

Hannah turned back around and Harry’s heart sank as he stared at her tear-stained face. She sniffed again and tried her best to smirk at him. “If she finds out everything you’ve done, you can bet your ass that you’ll lose her forever. And I, for one, will not be the one to break my sister’s spirit. If you want my sister, then you better bury that secret as deep as you can.” She gave him a broken smile before retreating to her bedroom and slamming the door shut.

Harry finally released his breath and slunk his shoulders. He finally ended one of his biggest regrets. He didn’t feel better about any of this, but a part of him felt a little relieved that he was one step closer to trying to make things better. 

He almost jumped when the front door opened and Kennedy walked in, almost as equally surprised to see him as he was to see her. Then again, this was her hotel room so it wasn’t that unusual for her to be here. Regardless, he was praying that she didn’t hear anything that just happened between him and Hannah.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

He let out a sigh of relief. Thank God. “Hannah and I just broke up.”

“What? Why?” She sat her things down on the table and readied herself to hear all about this breakup from both parties. 

Harry was ready to take the easy way out. Say something along the lines of ‘we just weren’t working out’ or ‘we weren’t right for each other’. But something in him snapped. He wasn’t caught up in Hannah drama anymore. He had come clean and was free to make his own choices now. He was free to come clean about the thing he’s been hiding for a while.

Well, half come clean. It was up to Kennedy to put the pieces together.

He walked towards her and gave her a quick smile before placing his hand on her cheek and giving her an intense stare. “Because I’m crazy about somebody else.” He leaned in a little closer, and he knew that she was expect him to kiss her. Instead of heading straight for his lips, he got closer to her ear. “And I hope one day soon she’ll figure out if she’s into me too.”

He didn’t even give her a chance to talk. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before chuckling softly and heading out the door. He could only imagine the look on her face on the other side, and really wished that he could. 

But for now, he was ready to move on. He was ready for what was next. Things were about to change drastically for him and he was ready to put the past behind him and focus on nothing but the future; his possible future with Kennedy and a future where he was ready to grow up and figure out what he was going to do about his dad. He had wasted enough time and he was ready to finally consider all of his options.

Well, after a quick problem he needed to take care of.

He walked into his room and was immediately confronted by Niall and his worried look. He started throwing questions at him about his dad and if he was okay about what happened. To be honest, all of them pretty much flew right over his head as he headed straight for one of the drawers to pull something out.

“Ni, I don’t want to talk about any of that. But I do need to ask you for a favor.”

Niall came closer and patted him on the back. “Of course, anything. What do you need me to do and I’ll do it.”

Harry smirked as he pulled out a pair of scissors and held them up.

“I think it’s time for a new look.”

Harry Styles is back, ladies and gentlemen. And it's time things start changing.

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