~Playing the Player~ (Harry Styles story)

Kayla is a normal 17 year old girl with a normal life and her best friend Chairle. Charlie loves One Direction, she can't get enough of them, meanwhile, Kayla isn't so interested in them. Until...... she meets Harry. She chooses to ignore the feelings she first has when she sees him , but how far will Harry go to get to her? It might just change her life, but can she risk falling in love again? Especially with a celebrity? Will Harry keep his reputation of a player or earn Kayla's trust and change for her? Find out in Playing the Player.

Written by: Kayla Costin A.K.A ~Mrs Styles <3~


9. Everyone has flaws, and everyone makes mistakes.

I got anxious within an instant, I was so shaken, I couldn't control my thoughts, so I finally made a decision to just run. I couldn't go out of my room, obviously, so I climbed out the window. I ran down the street as fast as I could, tears were streaming down my face hysterically. How could he do this.... after all he knows I have been through? I loved him.... I just wasn't sure I should have trusted him. I found an old abandoned house, sat inside, and hid my face in my knees and just cried, until I heard him calling my name.

Harry's P.OV: I hated myself. I had always had a huge problem with jealousy. It was worse with Kayla though. I loved her with everything I had. She was my angel. I never wanted to let anything happen to her, because if something did, I would never forgive myself. I realized I didn't have to be so harsh with her, and went to check on her. I wish I hadn't gotten drunk, because I couldn't see or walk straight and I would either fall on my face or scare her. Everything was blurry, but I could still make out what was an empty room with a window left open. She left. The words rang in my ears. She. Left. I decided I was going to look for her, even though my judgment was a bit impaired. I knew she wouldn't be in a common place, she was so much smarter than that. One of the many things I loved about her, she was so smart. I set down a lone street, that had an empty alley, to find her. ~End of P.O.V.~

I heard footsteps, they were coming quickly, someone running, and calling my name. Harry, I thought. I knew he was drunk, he even SOUNDED drunk. He was calling out my name, along with a string of apologies. I got up and started running, tears were blocking my vision. I turned a corner and couldn't believe it, I ran right straight into him. He just looked at me, and held me by my shoulders so I couldn't run away. He softly whispered. "Kayla.... I am so sorry.... please.... you know I would NEVER hurt you." I struggled in his grip, the tears streaming down my cheeks and slowly feeling my chest start to tighten, making it much harder to breathe. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "Harry! Let go of me! You are drunk! You should know better! "Kayla! It was a mistake! I'm sorry!" "No, Harry! The mistake was trusting YOU! Now let go!" I had stopped crying and tried to look strong in his grip. He threw me against a wall, trapping me there. "WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME KAYLA!! YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE! YOU LOVE ME! I-I know you love me...."  He was angry now and upset, the tears threatening to fall from his bloodshot eyes and  the impact of the alcohol impairing his judgment. He was gripping both of my wrists hard to keep me trapped and with him. He was lonely, desperate for someone to care for him, someone that wanted him for more than just being "Harry Styles". Fame had destroyed him, but I had no sympathy. His grip became tighter. "I never wanted to hurt you... I was going to protect you, and give you everything. He could have hurt you Kayla, thats why I was so upset earlier!" I started crying again, and I screamed, desperate to get my point across to him. "HARRY! THE ONLY PERSON WHO IS HURTING ME HERE IS YOU!! I screamed, still struggling in his grip. He let go of me in less than a second, realizing what he had done. The tears started streaming down his flushed cheeks, hard and rapidly, as he began to come out of his drunken state. "Oh my God...." He gasped looking at me. I was crying, hard. My body shaking uncontrollably. He reached out to me, my mind was telling me not to let him touch me, but we both knew he didn't mean it. He ever so gently grabbed my wrists, which had dark red finger prints on them, and were already starting to bruise. He kissed them softly, as he was crying. "I'm so... sorry..... If you never forgive me for this..... I understand..." He looked up at me, and into my eyes. I wiped his tears, and he wiped mine. "Just know I love you..." I just looked at him for a second, then he started walking away. I stopped him, and said quietly, "Harry... don't leave..." "I have caused enough damage Kayla...." He looked at me sadly. I sighed. "I know... but everyone deserves a second chance, right?"  I replied, looking him in the eyes. I smiled softly, even though my head was running wild. I felt like I was making a mistake... one that I was going to regret. He kissed me then, pulling me away from my thoughts, and as I kissed him back, every shred of doubt fell away from my body, and I didn't pull away from him, I didn't want too. He carried me all the way home, kissing me. 


~End of chapter 9~



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