Sleeping With The Enemy (Harry Styles, FINISHED)

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Jane Hendricks and Harry Styles were arch enemies. Not JUST enemies, but it was just completely hate between the two. Although what others didn't know, was that Jane had a past with Harry. Even enemies could fall in love.. But that was then, and this is now, as others say. It turns out, it wasn't love they were in back then. It was a stupid bet that Harry's friends made him do. And that was to sleep with the enemy.. Who knew one silly night could change the two? All Jane and Harry wanted to do, was let go of that unusual past they had, and never look back again. But what happens when both of these two.. Meet again?

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8. Chapter 7


Chapter 7:

 

-Jane's POV-

 

I was sat on his couch, observing his living room. Pictures filled the
walls, of him and some of his family.

I walked up to the pictures, my eyes travelling over some when he was a
kid with some girl. I think it was his sister, considering how much they
looked alike.

One apparently caught my eye, one of him with a girl. This one looked
like it came from high school, my eyebrows furrowing.

He looked so happy with her. The girl following the looks.

I hadn't noticed Harry, until he cleared his throat from behind me.

I twirled around, giving him a questioning glare.

His eyes travelled from the picture, and then back to me.

"Do you want anything?" He asked.

"Ermm, no. I think it's time I got back home." I shifted my posture
slightly, glaring back at the boy.

"Okay. Erm, I'll see you soon?"

"I don't know about that." I chuckled lightly, referring to the part
where I said I never wanted to see him again.

He nods. "I get it. I'm a 'dickhead'" He puts air quotes on what I told
him a few days ago.

I smirked. "And I'm a 'bitch'." I follow on what he's saying. Harry
smirked.

"Bye," He waves.

I nod once, placing my hands in my pockets as I made my way back to the
door. My curiosity dug into my mind, as I stopped in a halt.

"Who was that girl in the picture?" The words left my mouth without control.

His face changed, almost immediately. Anger building up in his eyes too,
in the process. "Why the hell are you so nosy?" He snapped.

"I-I was just asking.." I furrowed my eyebrows. Obviously this was a
touchy subject for him. Why?

I turned back around, finding tears in his eyes. My lips slightly parted
to speak words, but none came out.

He sniffled, trying to not make it obvious he was crying, but I think it
was a bit to late for that.

I awkwardly, walked up to him, trying to analyze his features.

"What happened." I whispered quietly.

I let him cry for a minute, not really knowing what to do as he breathed
out a sigh, shaking his head. "Come with me," He goes.

I follow him back into his living room as we sat back on his couch.

"Her name is Anna."

I nod once, motioning for him to continue.

"Well.. I-I loved the girl. She reminded me of you a lot, because she
really didn't fit into the crowd her first day at high school. But I
kind of saw her differently, and the feeling was a bit mutual. We.. We
had this thing together, but I would never tell any of my friends
because they would just make fun of me and make fun of her as well. And
I didn't want that." He explained.

I was listening. I couldn't believe that I was actually listening to
what he was saying. This was honestly the first time ever since whatever
happened between us. If there was actually an us.

"It turns out.. My friends have been bullying her, not telling me about
it. I fell in love with her, I really did.. She.. S-she got shot by one
of my friends by accident. T-they were just playing around with her, and
then.." Tears collected in his eyes again, burrying his face in his
hands as I could hear his quiet sobs.

And then I remembered. This Anna girl was the girl I would always find
walking home with Harry every single day after school. This was the girl
that would sneak playful kisses with him during their same classes. And
this was the girl that used to be my friend when I was in the 9th grade
too..

We've only been friends for about two weeks and then once I became even
more popular, we soon seperated. I felt bad.. Maybe that's why I haven't
seen her the rest of high school. Because she was dead..

I held a hand to my mouth. "I know her." I whispered to myself.

I looked back at Harry, as he sobbed harder, also remembering.

I silenced, thoughts collecting in my mind as well. "Harry, is this why
you used me? So people wouldn't think that you liked girls like Anna?"

He looked up at me, tears still brimming his eyes. "I.. I tried to tell
you last night." He stuttered, wiping his tears away.

Guilt finally hit me. He was trying to tell me that last night.. Harry
wanted to show me that he wasn't a bad guy. But at the same time, he
still was a bad guy. But.. I still never knew there would be a side of
him like this.. A side I've never experienced before.

"I'm sorry." I apologized. "I.. I should've known."

"No. It's.. It's okay. It's already done. I did what I did. I know that
I shouldn't have, but I still did."

Silence filled the room, nothing but our breathing hearable.

I sat there, staring out at nothing. My mind wandering off to many
different thoughts.

"Jane?"

"Mhm." I mumbled.

"Do you believe me?"

I looked at him confusedly.

"Believe that I actually am sorry."

I froze, not really knowing what to say. I knew if I said something
wrong, we would both immediately go back to the past. But.. I think I
wanted to forget.

I nodded slightly. "Yeah. I-I believe you." I stuttered, hesitantly.

He turned over to me, as our eyes locked in a heated stare.

I gasped, not expecting what was going to happen next, as he leaned in,
his lips meeting mine in a kiss.

My eyes widened, startled at first, but the way he kissed me, somehow
put me back in a trance. My eyes slowly fluttered closed, my arms
finding their way around Harry's neck. I slowly kissed back, hesitant
about this whole situation right now.

No matter what I was thinking, it seemed as if I was magnetized to the
boy right in front of me.

He attempted to deepen the kiss by sliding his tongue on my lower lip,
asking for entrance.

Now that's typical Harry for you.

I snapped out of that trance immediately, placing my hands firmly on his
chest, pushing away gently as we both looked shocked.

Harry shook his head. "I'm sorry." He says, wistful of the kiss that
just happened.

I stayed silent, not a word leaving my mouth. My phone buzzing in my
pocket interrupted us as I let out a shriek, getting scared of my own phone.

I walked out of the living room without question as I leaned on the
wall, taking the call.

"Hello?"

"Jane!" El spoke from the other line. "Where are you? You weren't at
your flat, soo..'' Her voice trailed.

"I had to give Harry a lift over to his place.'' I mumbled uncomfortablly.

"Are you okay?'' She asks.

It seems like every time I'm with Harry, that's one of the top questions
El asks me.

"Fine." I state simply.

"Wanna meet up somewhere?"

"Sure, how about the mall?" I thought of a completely random place and
said it.

"Yeah! Meet me at Macy's?"

"Mhm."

"So you're sure you're alright?'' She asked again. "You don't sound like
it."

"I'll tell you when I see you there. Okay?" I whispered.

"Why are you whispering?" El mimicks my hushed tone.

"Because I want to." I whispered stubbornly.

"Aw whatever, Jane. See you there girl!"

"Bye!" I now talk in my normal voice, hanging up.

I breathed out, sighing heavily before slouching, closing my eyes tightly.

I ran my fingers through my hair to find Harry standing a distance away
from me once I opened my eyes.

"Dammit Harry don't scare me like that." I mumbled.

He stayed silent, still trying to read my emotion through my eyes.

"Harry.." My voice trailed on in a warning tone.

He shrugged carelessly, going back to the same Harry I met him as.

"Well bye." His careless tone continued.

"Harry, I----"

"No, I don't want any of your bullshit Jane, just leave.'' He says
angrily, showing me the door.

I silently walked to the door, but only turned back to Harry. "You know
what? For a second there, I thought you finally changed." I talked
through gritted teeth. "But it turns out you're still the cocky jerk
everybody knows as."

His eyebrows were still furrowed, lips slightly parted in shock of what
I said.

"I fucking said sorry, Jane! What the hell do you want me to do?!" He
shouted, clenching his fists.

"I want you to mean it!" I blurted out, also raising my voice.

My words startled the both of us, as a tensed silence was right between us.

"I want you to fucking mean it.'' I grumbled, blinking away the tears
that were starting to prick in my eyes as I sprinted quickly to my car.

Clumsily fumbling with my car keys and dropping it, I unlocked my car,
hopping in.

Harry was still stood at the door way in his shocked and angry state as
I reversed the car, stepping on the gas as my car speedily went down the
road.

The tears in my eyes finally gave in, rolling down my cheeks as a sob
left my mouth.

My hands clenched the wheel tightly as I rolled my window down for some
air.

If I hated him, why did I feel so broken? It was like the day of the
hook up all over again.

I bit my lip, sniffling as I tried my best wiping at my eyes.

I already knew my make up was a mess, what was the point of taking a
look in the mirror?

I reluctantly looked into the rear view mirror once I got to a stoplight.

My make up wasn't the only thing that was a mess..

 

I've made a mess of myself as well.
 

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