~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~


8. You caught me, but should I have trusted you?

Harry's POV: It all happened so fast..... I kissed her passionately, never wanting to let go. I cupped her face gently, with one hand careful not to hurt her. I was forced to pull away when she did but I smiled, as I saw no more tears on her face, and a weak smile. She had such a beautiful smile.... I knew it right then. I had won, I had gained her trust and along the way I had also gotten her to be mine, so I thought, so I tested my theory. I said "I love you, Kayla." She grabbed my hands gently, and smiled weakly at me. "Harry... Don't make me regret this....."  She said with a smile on her face, but hurt in her eyes. "I won't, I promise." ~End of POV~ 

Harry and I's hands were still locked together, as everyone walked in the room. Charlie smiled, she knew exactly what went on, then she spoke to me. "You feeling all right Kay?"  "I answered. "Im feeling......." I cut my self off and thought for a minute. Then smiled. "I'm feeling okay. But I want to get out of here, go home." Charlie sighed but also smiled. ":That's great but you really want to go..... home?" I sighed, now confused. "No no..... not... home.... I-" Harry, noticing my distress, cut me off."She can stay with me." he insisted. I smiled a little bigger, but I certainly didn't want to be an intrusion. He was in the biggest boy band in the world.... and I was just a small town girl with no place in this world. "I cant let you do that, Harry... I'm sorry... I don't want to be an intrusion for you, or get in your way..." I sighed and looked at the ground, hoping deep in my heart somewhere, that he would fight back and insist I stay. "I didn't say this was up for discussion." I smiled softly at him, and let him help me out of the hospital. 


We arrived at Harry's apartment, he had rented it since the tour bus broke down, it was pretty nice and small. When you walk though the door, you walk straight into the living room. If you kept going straight, you would find the kitchen on your left. If you walk back from the kitchen, in front of the living room, to your right is a long hallway. (This description will help you, the reader, throughout the story, for visual representation purposes.) if walk down the hallway you will see three rooms: One in front of you, one to the left of you, and two to the right and left of you. The one in front of you is the bathroom, the two to the left and right of you are bedrooms. Then, Harry broke the silence. "You can sleep in that room to the left of you, love." Harry smiled, pointing out the room to me. I smiled at him and nodded in understanding. "Thank you,Harry." He smiled and left me alone in the room. The room had a queen sized bed, which I flopped down on almost instantly, I was exhausted. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.


*A few hours later 3 A.M*


I tossed and turned in my bed. I hated this dream. I had it all the time, but I could never wake up. I was absolutely terrified, and the thought crossed my mind of Harry saying he would protect me with his life when we were at the hospital.  I sat up, took a deep breath, went to Harry and shook him gently. "Harry....", I whined slightly. "I'm scared... can I lay with you?" He woke up and looked at me, and rubbed his eyes sleepily, then he smiled. 'Of course baby... what's wrong?"  I looked at him and sighed. "I had a nightmare...."  he chuckled, then held his arms open for me. I climbed in bed next to him cuddled against him and smiled, for the first time in a while. He kissed my head, then we fell asleep.

The next day, after school, I was talking to my best guy friend, Ashton, when Harry pulled up to pick me up I smiled at Ashton, then started walking towards Harry when I noticed that Harry was already walking towards us. "Who is he?"  He asked, rather jealously, glaring at Ashton. "Harry, This is Ashton. He is my friend. We were just finishing our conversation about finals next week." I looked at Harry, then sighed, and looked at the ground. He got closer to Ashton, glaring and in his face now. "Listen buddy. I don't want you touching, or talking to her again. Got it?" Ashton just looked at him, then cowered a little in response to Harry's strong, muscular structure. "I-Im sorry...." He stuttered, but never moved, as if he was frightened but yet somehow still trying to make a statement. Harry noticed his initial intimidation wasn't going to work here, and proceeded to raise his fist. I became increasingly anxious, hoping and praying Harry wasn't going to be violent just like my father, he had said he only wanted to protect me.... but the point being, Ashton wasn't hurting me. Nor was he EVER going to hurt me. "Harry! That is quite enough!" I spoke up, shaking a little bit, then I cowered when he put his fist down and turned to me. "L-Lets just.... go home..... okay?" I stuttered. He then proceeded to push Ashton to the ground, and wrap his large hand around my smaller one as we walked to the car. I took a deep breath, knowing what I needed to do, and spoke up. "Harry... would you mind telling me what the hell you thought you were doing?!!! Did you SEE him physically hurting me? No! You didn't!" I was slightly angered by his overprotectiveness of me. He replied, trying to be calm. "I was only trying to protect you." I yelled at him, finally. "There was nothing to protect me from Harry!!!" "I don't trust him Kayla!!" He yelled almost instantly back. "You don't trust anyone!!!" "Well, I wonder why that is, do you trust people, Kayla?! It's like you WANT to get hurt again!" I opened my mouth to say something else, but he stopped me before I could. "THAT IS THE END OF IT! I AM DONE TALKING ABOUT THIS KAYLA!" I felt the tears well up in my eyes. I hated when people screamed at me, It made me scared and reminded me of my father after he would finish beating me or my mother. I looked out the window, and tried not to let the tears flow down my flushed cheeks, but they did anyway. Harry pulled up at the house, sighed, then looked at me. "Kayla..... I'm sorry.... I didn't mean to scream at you..... please don't cry... you are too beautiful for that...." he reached out to wipe my tears, I flinched, as I pushed him away.  "Harry.... just..." -I sighed- "Don't... "I didn't look at him, I got out of the car and walked inside, with him following me like a lost puppy. "Kayla.... please.... " He whined. I ignored him, walked to my room, slammed the door, fell face first onto my bed, and cuddled a pillow while I cried. Moments later I heard a loud noise, later determined to be cabinets slamming... then bottles clinking together.... Harry was drinking.


~End of Chapter 8~





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