Renewed

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.


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7. Chapter 7

We don't move from each others arms as he whispers in my ear his dedication of love to me. 

"I love you, Harry." I say, not realizing I have let it slip. He moves away from me and walks the other way. What in the world?

"Harry!" I reach for him only to allow him to walk at a faster pace. "Tell me what I said! Or tell me what I did!" 

"You-" He turns around, thinking of what to say. "You move too fast." He says, his veins leaving their normal place. 

"Calm down, you were moving quickly!" 

"But not as fast." He counters.

"Harry, just tell me what to do then." I say, desperate for his touch.

"Don't say that shit!" He buries his fingers in his hair. 

"That I-" I stop myself and just walk the other way. 

"Where the fuck are you going?" His voice full of annoyance.

"Anywhere! Just not here, Harry. Not with you." I say before I can grab the words. 

"Steph!" He screams at me, encouraging my legs to run. "Steph!" He repeats. I dare not look back and look at his face. I can't stop. Not now. Not today. I deserve to leave. I've had a shitty day and I deserve to run from my fears and anger for once. Just once. 

I feel a hand grasp my wrist and pull me back. His venomous eyes burn into mine, burning my body from head to toe. 

"Calm down." He commands. His hands run over my face, melting me. I must stay strong. "Baby, come back to my place." He says, easing his fingers between mine. My feet are lead. I can't move. The frustration returns to his face and he picks me up off my feet. My hand flies to the back of his neck by all the force. 

"This is stupid, Steph. Don't be so touchy." Anger boils inside of me at his words. My hand meets his face yet again, my go to position.

He turns and heads for the car. My legs make contact with the bonnet, my thighs opened for Harry to stand between. His eyes are not angry nor happy. 

"Never cease to surprise." He repeats, shaking his head. He takes my hand in his, not to my approval. 

"Harry, stop being like this!" 

"Like what?" 

"Like this!" I point to his chest. 

"Chill, Steph. It's not my fault that you move so freaking fast." He says calmly, to my surprise. 

"Ugh, I just need some time to think, Harry. Without you." I slide off of the the bonnet, but Harry keeps himself as a side of a bread, the car being the other piece, me being the piece of meat. 

"Oh, okay. I'll text you." He says and kisses me. 

"Not tonight, please. Just give me some time." I walk past him, fighting back the tears that threaten to overtake me. 

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