Chasing Styles

I fell hard for him, even when I wasn't suppose to... Now how do I get out of it? I didn't. But in the end . . . through the heartbreaks, the tears, the unwanted love . . . He stood by my side.

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2. Chapter Two

I sat down on a stool, taking a sip of my coffee. I checked my watched and stared outside, noticing that Harry was coming inside. Oh. I glanced around, pretending I didn't notice him and waited for Luke to come out of the bathroom. He glanced at me and quickly looked back, as soon as he realize that I was here.

But before he could walk over to me, Luke came behind, too oblivious to know, Harry was there. "Excuse me," Luke said, trying to get pass.

"You're excuse." He replied, with a smirk.

Luke let out a chuckle and turned himself around. "Do you think that's funny?"

"Well I dunno," He answered. "Was it?"

I jumped out of my seat and ran in-between the two of them. I placed my hands on Luke's chest, softly pushing him away. "Don't do anything you want to regret," I told him. Luke relaxed his hands and shoved mine away. He kept his gaze at Harry, still having the look of killer.

"You're lucky, she was here." Luke said, before walking away in hands with mine.

"You are actually." He whispered, before he walked away. I dropped my eyes to the ground, as Luke wrapped his arm around me.

Luke leaned into my ear, "I don't want you to talk to him," and than pecked my temple. "Okay?"



I nodded my head. "Okay," I answered, softly. "I won't."

~*~ ~*~

"Babe, I need to be somewhere now. I'm not sure, if I'll be back soon enough to get in bed." Luke called out. I walked out of the kitchen drying my hands.

I gave him a confuse look, but didn't question where he had to be at this time. So instead, I gave him a smile and nodded my head. "Okay, don't be out too late?" I pecked his lips.

"I'll try not too," And he walked out in the cool night.

As he left, I resume back to the kitchen where I was making popcorn, because I thought tonight would be movie night, but I suppose it can wait... I sighed, as I walked into the living room. I picked out couple of movies like "The Vow", "Magic Mike", "The Perks of Being a Wallflower", and one of my favourites "The Notebook". I heard the microwave beep, which mean the popcorn was ready.

I walked into the kitchen and open the microwave. The steam floated out, giving me that warm feeling that covered my face. It smelled horrendous, to be honest. I opened it up, stinging my fingertips, because of how hot it was. I poured it out, revealing black, burnt piles of popcorns overlapping one another.

"Unbelievable." I said, shaking my head.

I felt my phone vibrate. I dropped the bag into the garbage bin. I unlocked my phone reading an unknown text from an unknown number.

- Hello, it's Harry. Your father gave me your number.. Hope that's fine. Can I call you? I'm quite bored.

A smile came on my face, as I read Harry's text, than frown, as I realized I wasn't suppose to talk to him.

- I'm not suppose to talk to you :/

I dropped my phone on the counter and pulled out another popcorn bag from the cabinet. Hopefully, this time it wouldn't burn. I heard the phone vibrate. I grabbed my phone and unlocked it. The text popped up, as I read it.

- Well why not? :(

I sighed.

- Because Luke gets upset. Sorry Harry.

Not a moment later, I recieved another text.

-I'm your friend, correct? Than why does he choose, who you can be friends with?

It made me stop and reread the message again. It made me mad that Harry thinks Luke has control over me. I can be friends, whoever I want to be and Luke can't tell me or anyone else, for that matter, that I can't.



- Luke doesn't tell me who my friends are. I choose them.

I pressed on send and rolled my eyes. This was starting to piss me off. I heard the microwave beep, again. I turned around and open the microwave and pulled out the popcorn bag. I opened it up and poured it into the bowl. This time it was yellow, and the smell of butter filled my nostril.

I stared at my phone and Harry's name appeared but not in a text. He was calling me. My heart pounded, to be honest. Was I nervous to talk to him?

I clicked on answer.

"I'm sorry, Jules." I heard him say. "I didn't mean to offened you. I was just saying..."

"It's fine, Harry. I know it may seem that way, but Luke is a great guy, actually." I heard him muttered something. "Can you repeat that? I didn't catch what you just said," I asked.

"Nothing." He answered. Changing the subject he asked, "What are you doing?"

"Going to watch movies, by myself, since Luke left for the night."

"Can I come over, than?"

"Sure..."

"Alright be there in a few. Bye Julia."

After about the last 10 minutes, I wrote in my notebook, where all it had inside were stories, short stories, poems, lyrics, quotes, or maybe just drawings. Mum said I was a good writer and that I got it from my dad. He wrote short stories, but never published, because it wasn't a career that he would've choose. I never questioned why, actually.

As I heard the doorbell ring, I closed my notebook and left it on the coffee table where the popcorn bowl sat. I walked toward the door and opened it, seeing Harry in his gray beanie, gray sweats and his white t-shirt, followed by his addidas sandals.

He had a big close smile on his face, slightly showing the dimples. I smiled back and let him walked. He carried pizza in one hand and coke in the other.

Domino Pizza. Hm.. Sweet.

Their was a bag ontop and another small box. "Didn't know which was better, so I got you one pepperoine and one with just plain cheese." He said, gesturing the pizza. He snapped his fingers, as if he almost forgot something. "Also! I got some hot buffalo wings."

"Harry, I love you." I said in awe, as I stared at the food hungrily. I heard him chuckle, as I turned my attention back to him. "What?"

He shook his head.

"Weirdo," I stated. Harry grabbed me from my waist and lift me over his shoulder. He carried me into the living room and dropped me down on my couch and began to tickle me. I burst out laughing.

"Okay! Okay!" I said, in between laughter.

"What's the magic-"

"Stop please!" I shouted, trying to catch my breathe.

Harry dropped his hands. "You laugh weird."

My cheeks flushed, as I looked away. "Oh."

"I like it...." He added, sincerly.

And that's when things started going downhill from there. Harry stared deepily in my eyes and dropped to my lips, where I was biting. He bit his lip and slowly, leaned in. But I didn't stop him. My heart was accerlerating, as our foreheads touched. I could feel his hot breathe on me, as we've gotten closer. Now that's when things got worser.

The feeling of his lips brushed against mine, left a spark. I wanted more. And I knew he did, too. But as soon as it happened, I looked away, before Harry could kiss me again.

"I'm sorry..." He said.

"I.. I think you should go." I told him, trying hard not to daze into his peircing green eyes.

I didn't get an answer from him, but the sound of the door slamming, said it all. I sat up and wrapped myself in my arms. I walked toward my bedroom and closed the door, feeling warm tears fall down, and slid down to the floor.

What have I done?
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