Hi. I Hate You. (A Harry Fanfiction)

~ rated 14+ ~ Lexis just wanted a normal life. She wants to grow up and get out of this pricky town of Cheshire, England. She wants to go to college and master in photography. What's holding her back? Harry. Yeah, I said it. Harry Styles. From One Direction? Bet you've heard of them. He hurts me and abuses me everyday. He makes me sick. I hate him. All the horrid things he does to me.. Bruises all over my innocent body, no wait. He took that from me too. My innocence. The one thing I had left. My parents are dead. Im an only child.. Through all the things harry does though, I still find a reason to love him. He was my best friend...


8. Come Find Me



I hurriedly got dressed, and left my room. You may be wondering why I was doing that in broad daylight... Well, I can't explain why. I just felt that it was necessary. I just needed to get some things out of my head. I was thinking about Lexis, the whole time. I never knew a girl could lead you on as easily as Lexis could.. She was beautiful, no, more than beautiful.

When she walked in on me, she seemed angry, although, I couldn't even imagine what was going through her mind.

"Lexis?" I knocked on her door, "Can I come in?"

She was shuffling around in her room, "What is it, Harry?"

"I, um. We need to talk." I bluntly said.

She moved and talked through her door crack, "About what?"

"Just open the door." I playfully demanded. She obeyed.

"I'm not a dog." She said, laughing.

I nodded, "Well you do have a cute face, like one." and then smiled.

She smiled back, "What do you want, Styles?"

"I'm sorry about that..." I said, not finished when she butted in.

"About what?" she cocked her head, obviously just wanting me to say it. She knew what I was talking about.

I gave in anyways, "About me. In my room. When you rudely chirped in."

She smirked, "I have no clue what you're talking about.. Just spit it out already!"

I rolled my eyes, "You know what I'm talking about, and I'm not going to say it." and then I poked her nose.

She laughed and backed away, "You better have washed your hands."

I nodded, "Of course."

"You're such a liar." she said, grabbing my hand (THAT I JUST USED ON MY LENGTH) and pulling me to the bathroom, "Now, wash."

"Okay, mother." I chuckled. She just stood there, watching me wash my hands.

I looked at her hand that tugged me in here, "You might want to wash your hands too.." I smirked, ".. and your nose."

"You disgust me, Curly." she said, now standing at the sink beside me. Yes, two sinks. It's a large bathroom.. I'm Harry fucking Styles, what do you expect? A bathroom stall? No. Fuck, no.

"Thanks, I try." I sarcastically smiled and winked at her.

When we both finished drying our hands, she gave me a serious look.

"What?" I questioned her.

She sighed, looking at the ground, then said, "Why did You do it? .. You know, in the room.."

I blanked out. I didn't know what to say, "Lexis, I-.."

"Nevermind, stupid me. Forget it. I'm just worried, sorry. I have no clue what just came over me.." she appologized. Why is she appologizing? Shouldn't I be the one to say my sorry's? .. Because she had to see that..

"Stop. Just stop. You think everything is always your fault.. You cant blame yourself all the time." I spoke up.

She sounded like she was crying, "That's all I've grown up with.."

I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I didn't want to talk about that again. I walked over to her and lifted her chin up. She indeed, was crying. I felt horrible. Like, my heart dropped from my chest, to the ground. I used my thumb to wipe her tears away.

".. Well, he's a bastard." and smiled.

She pecked my lips, "And he's all I want."

I smiled, pulling her into a tight hug. "I love you." managed to escape my lips.

"I love you too." she smiled.

"Let's go get some food." I suggesting, breaking the embrace.

She nodded, "Like what?"

"I don't know. The fridge is packed, we'll find something." I said, now walking in front of her down the stairs.






"Harry! Stop!" I playfully yelled to him. He was chasing me around with some whipped cream.

"C'mon babe, just a little!" I heard him shout.

I shouted, turning my head back to see where he was, "No!" and he was a few feet away from me. Damn, he's fast. Last thing I knew, I was being pulled into a dark room. Our room. Wait, no. Harry's room. I'd been sleeping in there since yesterday. Yeah, one day. But since I've been living here half my life, it felt like forever.

He put some of the whipped cream on my lips, and before I could lick it off, he kissed my lips. In the kiss, he used his tongue to clean my whiped cream covered lips. Oh, what have I done to deserve someone so perfect. Well, almost. He was to me, at least. Once my lips were clean and, not to mention, covered in saliva, he walked into the dark.

"Find me.." he whispered.

I moaned, "Harry. C'mon.."

"It's my turn. I left the cream by your leg." he said, seductively. I groaned, although this could be interesting.

I walked to him, finding him laying on the bed. I leant down to his ear and whispered, "Found you."

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