Holland Ryes is a popular, beautiful girl. She can get any guy she wants and every guy wants her. One day, she gets paired up with Harry Styles, the nerd of the whole school. He wore wide-rimmed glasses and collared shirts buttoned all the way to the top. What happens when holland sees Harry outside of school and he looks incredibly sexy, and he demands she speaks of this to no one? Is he just someone who doesn't want attention? Or is he... Undercover?


3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"The bar & a bit of a surprise"


"Yeah, mom I'm fine, just going out with some friends," I lie in to the phone as I approach the bar. 

"You aren't going to leave are you?" She asks, nervous. My dad left her five years ago, after saying he was just going out with some friends, but never came home. Then, same thing happened with my brother 2 years ago, so I see why she would be paranoid.

"No, mom, I'm coming home I promise. I'm only a junior, so even if I wanted to, I wouldn't because I wouldn't be able to get a good job unlike Carter who already graduated, so no worries." I say in a huff, eager to end the phone call.

"Okay, well have fun and don't get home too late." She says, still traces of worry etched into her voice. 

"Okay bye." I end I the call, letting out a sigh of relief. I walk into the bar, handing the bartender my fake ID and asking for an American Brokenheart. It was a drink with vodka, chocolate syrup, and ice cream in it. They soon bring it to me and I slurp it down.

I pay my attention to the stage where a band was performing. They had a girl singing, a guy on lead guitar, a girl on bass, and a guy on drums. They hand just finished a song and the drummer boy was looking at his lap, fiddling with the drum sticks. 

"We are Next Generation and this is the cover of Demons by Imagine Dragons sung by our very own," she gestures back to the drummer boy. He looks up and his eyes meet mine, and I see piercing green eyes. I felt like I'd seen them before, but I didn't know where. His eyes widen and he presses his lips together and squeezes his eyes shut. "Harry!"

I gasp. Harry Styles. Holy shit. His hair was in a mop of curls, he had tattoos all over his body and he was wearing a muscle shirt, showing off muscles that could beat up Josh for bullying him everyday. He winces as she says his name. He sighs and starts to play the song. 

"When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold." He sings and I am astounded by his voice. It's so deep and masculine and... Sexy. I have to admit, Harry looked and sounded sexy. He pounded on the drums like there was no tomorrow. He had sweat, on the top on his head, falling to the tips of his curls. 

Once the song was over, they announced that they were done for the night. I take a gulp of my drink, walking up to Harry as he put away his drum sticks. I tap his shoulder. He turns around and looks down at me. He raises an eyebrow and smirks at my confused/drunk expression. 

"Care to explain?" I ask, gesturing to his body. I hiccup, jumping at the sound of it, making a rumble split through Harry's chest which I think was a laugh. 

"Explain what sweetheart?" He asks sweetly. He pulls me over to the bar. "C'mon lemme buy you a drink."

I happily oblige, stumbling after him and staring at the spot where his hand held my small one. He sits me down at the bar, asking the tender for two shots. He slides them down towards us. We down them at the same time. It slides down my throat with a burning sensation. 

"So why are you here?" He asks. I stare at him intently, trying to read his face.

"I broke up with Josh." I say cooly. "Now explain why you're here all sexified then at school you're a total nerd?" I say, poking his chest with every word. 

"You can't tell anyone you saw me like this okay?" He says, becoming serious. I laugh. 

"Nobody would believe me." I hiccup again, this time slapping a hand over my mouth. "Stop hiccups!" 

He laughs. "So you broke up with Josh? Why?" He asks, leaning his head on his hand. I blink, thinking whether or not to tell him.

I lift up my wrist, showing the bruise. Harry's eyes widen and his jaw tightens. "He hit you?" He asks, anger evident in his voice. I shake my head.

"He just grabbed my wrist really hard." I say, rubbing it from the memory. Harry looks completely pissed off. "Why are you mad Harry?" I ask, placing my hand on top of his. His jaw unclenches, and his eyes soften. 

"I'm not." He says. I give him a skeptical look. "I just don't think it's right to mistreat women." He says. 

I don't answer. I just sit there, saying nothing. Finally I break the silence, "Why are you sexy all of a sudden?"

He smirks. "You think I'm sexy?" He wiggles his eyebrows. 

I don't know why, it must have been my drunken state, I looked him dead in the eye and very seriously said, "Yeah."

Next thing I know, we are making out in the back room.


"Harry, will you drive me home?" I ask, batting my eyelashes. 

He smirks and nods. He helps me to his car and opens the door to his black range rover. I climb in, buckling myself in. He goes round to the other side. 

The car ride was silent for a while, just until Harry broke the silence. "Holland you really can't tell anyone about this okay? No one can know." He demands. I'm a little taken aback by how serious his tone is.

I nod, unable to make my mouth move. He drops me off at my house without another word, and I collect myself at the door, trying to sober up, so if I faced my mom, I'd be fine. I walk in the door, happy to see that she wasn't there.

I gallop up the stairs like a deranged horse. I try to open my door quickly, but end up missing the handle and slamming into my door, making a huge banging sound. "Way to go Holland," I curse at myself.

"What in the hell is going on out here its 2 in the morning!" My mom yells. She sees me, laying on the ground, face against the door, and smirks. "What happened to you?"

I twist my body so my backs to the door. I close my eyes, chuckling softly. "It's a funny story actually," I say, while making something up in my head. "I went to get food and tried for the door handle but missed and fell." 

She raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms. "You went to get food?" I nod. "At 2 in the morning?" I hesitate, but nod again.

"Midnight snack." I say matter-o-factly.

"Where is the food then?" She asks, gesturing to my empty hands. 

"I ate it." I lie, getting nervous.

"On the way up the stairs?" She smirks.

"Uh, yeah." I flash her a fake smile.

"Why are you still in your clothes then?" She raises her eyebrow higher, if it was possible. 

"I, uh, fell asleep in them." I lie.

"Okay," she says, looking me up and down before walking back towards her bedroom. "Oh, and nice sex hair!" She throws over her shoulder.

I groan and crawl into my room. I climb up onto my bed, stripping of all my clothes except my bra and underwear. I climb into my bed, and hear my phone go off, but choose to ignore it. I look up to my ceiling, but am unable to sleep. My mind is racing with ideas of why Harry looked like that. Was he just modest? Insane? Non-attention seeking? Crazy? Maybe he was on some top secret mission and is undercover? 

That's gotta be it. I say sarcastically in my head. Who even thinks of that? I roll over, finally finding peace and drifting to sleep.


Hey guys! Just wanted to say that next chapter will be Harry's POV! Thanks for reading! Bye!


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