My Best Friend's Brother

"I honestly don't understand why you dislike me so much," Harry smirked, backing me into the wall. I let out a gasp as his body pressed against mine. I could feel his body heat radiating against mine and I couldn't even mumble out an insult. "Do you still hate me?" he asked, his voice low, almost coming out as a growl. I nodded in response, not trusting my own voice. His eyes left mine, his smirk still perfectly in tact. I suddenly felt his warm lips sponging soft kisses up from the top of my chest, to the top of my neck, and up at my ear. I could hear his slow breathing as he opened his mouth. "And now?" It took me some time to respond, but I finally mustered out the word. "Always," I said, before he moved his face in front of me, crashing his lips against mine.

*WARNING, I DID NOT, I REPEAT, NOT WRITE THIS, I JUST LIKE THE STORY*

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(A/N: Just letting you guys know, I added more to chapter 1, so just go check in case you haven't read it :) xx)

 

"Hey hey!" Gemma piped happily, as I got into her car. I closed the door behind me and buckled my seatbelt before reaching for the radio, turning the volume up. "Hey," I replied, my voice tired. "Oh, how ironic," I added, as a One Direction song played on the radio. Gemma's younger brother, Harry, was in the band, and it always confused me as to why he stuck around at home acting like a lazy slug, when he could be out doing other stuff that famous, teenage boys do. I turned down the radio and Gemma hit my hand, letting out a slight giggle. "Hey!" she warned. "That's my brother you're talking about," she added. I rolled my eyes, "Gem, you know me and him can't stand each other. I don't understand why you insist on me having to be nice to him when he doesn't return the favour," I replied, my tone not interested. "Listen," she said, as we began driving, exciting my street. Gemma's house was about ten minutes from mine, so I wasn't really looking forward to spending the whole car ride listening to her blabbing on about how she wants me and her brother to start acting civilised. "I've talked to Harry, he's promised that he's going to start being nice. So, I'd appreciate it if you could do the same." I rolled my eyes, looking out the passenger side window. "Okay, mum," I joked.

 

I knew that whatever would happen with Harry and I, we were never going to be civilised. He was my complete and utter nightmare, he always will be.

 

(A/N: Short chapter, I know. Thankyou for the 20 views, hoping to be updating soon. Also hoping to be making a better cover photo. xx)

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