Harry Styles Fanfiction-----Steph is nervous on her first day of college. She is leaving her wonderful boyfriend to fend for himself until they visit each other again. At WSU she meets Harry, a man with too many tattoos and piercings. But when they get to know each other they realize that they are completely different.


12. Chapter 12

"It's just-I need to go." He says before walking to the door. I follow him, but he stops in front of the door and turns around. Right when I'm about to speak his lips crash into mine...




Shock flutters through my body like a disease as he pulls away.

"Bye." He whispers before walking out. I put my hand over my mouth and just stand there. What was that? Out of the corner of my eye I notice Harry standing in the hallway. Oh no.


"What was that?" He whispers quietly as he moves closer to me. I can tell her is mad.

"I don't know. He just kissed me." I say, still shocked as I look at Harry and then down to the floor. Harry's fingers pry my chin up so I have to look at him. Tears flood my eyes as my mind travels to everything that he might say or do. We were having such a great time. Why did Zayn have to do that?

"Did you enjoy it?" He speaks a little louder. I look into his eyes as I think about it for a moment.

"N-No. I didn't." I say, desperate for him to know I'm telling the truth.

"Bull shit!" He shouts. Here it comes. A tear escapes as he begins to unravel in fury.

"Harry, I wouldn't lie to you. You know that!"

"So you just let him freaking kiss you?" He hisses.

"No! He kissed me! I pulled away. I don't want him, Harry! You know that, too!" I say, matching his volume. I swear, people must think we're crazy. Heck, I do too.

He runs his hands through his hair as he looks at me. His lips crash into mine. Now what is he doing? He pulls back and studies my face.

"He could never kiss you like that." He whispers. I stand on my tippy-toes and kiss him. Of course Zayn couldn't. I love Harry, not him.




The car ride is quiet as we head to school. Both of us must have things to say, but we're both to emotionally tired to speak about it. I spot Zayn walking down the sidewalk and pray that Harry won't see him.

"Harry." I squeak, more than speak. He looks at me and can tell I'm nervous.

"What's wrong?" He says. I lean forward and block Zayn from his view. Oh gosh.

"I just-I think we should talk about our relationship." I say. It's the only thing that popped into my mind.

"Not that, Steph. Anything but that."

"Come on! We need to talk about this sooner or later." I forget about guarding the window and lean back. Harry's eyes meet Zayn's figure right away.

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