Abusive

He walked past me and my friends gasped as he stopped and winked. He continued walking. I have no idea who he is, but I have to admit he is really hot. His curly brown hair, emerald green eyes, those dimples. Wow. I watched as he disappeared into the dark alley. My friends looked at me with open jaws.
"Close them, before you let a fly in," I joked. They looked at me. "What?"
"Don't you know who that is?!" Emmie yelled.
"No,"
"That's Harry. Harry Styles,"
"So?"
"I heard he treats girls like toys and if you don't do what he says, he'll beat you," Emmie told me.
"He's abusive," Lauren told me.
"I bet that isn't true,"
"Al, you better be careful," Lauren said.

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*3 Weeks Later*

 

 

Al's P.O.V.

 

I looked in the mirror and smiled. Harry's taking me out tonight and he told me to dress nice. I liked this dress on me. 


I looked down at my phone to see the time, and realized Harry would be here soon. I walked downstairs and there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to be greeted by Harry. My heart stopped at the sight of him. 


 

Harry looked at me and smiled. 

"You look amazing," he complimented. 

"Thank you," I smiled. He moved his hands from behind his back and handed me a bouquet of flowers. Roses actually. I smiled bigger and took the bouquet from his hands. I smelled the roses and smiled at him. 

"Do you think we can hang here for a few? I'm a little early and our reservation won't be available until seven,"

"Yeah sure," I smiled. He stepped inside and followed me to the kitchen. 

I sat the bouquet down and grabbed a vase from the cabinet. I went to the sink and filled it with water. I sat the vase on the counter and unwrapped the bouquet, setting the flowers in the vase. I took the vase and set it in the middle of the dining room table. I went and sat across from Harry at the island and he looked at me with a smile. 

"What?" I laughed. 

"Nothing,"

"Harry,"

"You're just beautiful, that's all," he said. I smiled and blushed a little. 

 

 

 

Harry's P.O.V.

 

 

Allyson looked perfect. Tonight was our night. No one can ruin it. She blushed when I called her beautiful. I stared at her beauty, her perfection. 

"Harry!" she said snapping in front of my face. 

"Huh? What? Sorry,"

"It's fine, I asked if you wanted anything to drink?"

"No thanks. I'll wait until we get to the restaurant,"

"You sure?''

"Yeah,"

"Okay," 

"It feels weird being here,"

"Why?" she asked confusedly. 

"I haven't been to your house in a while. You usually come over to mine,"

"Yeah,"

"Speaking of coming over places, I haven't seen you in a few days,"

"Yeah I know. I'm surprised you didn't call me or something,"

"Yeah. I was actually pretty busy. Louis has been wanting to spend a lot of time with me lately and I'm not sure why,"

"Well he is your best friend. Maybe he just misses you, considering you spend a lot of time with me,"

"Well you are my girlfriend. I'm going to spend a lot of time with you," I laughed. Saying the word 'girlfriend' seemed right. I'm her boyfriend, and she's my girlfriend. I smiled at the thought. I could tell she was thinking the same thing.

She smiled at me and looked into my eyes. I stood up and walked over to her. I looked down at her and she looked up at me. I leaned in and kissed her lips. I slid my tongue over her bottom lip and she gladly let me in. Our tongues danced and I felt her smile. I bit at her lip and slowly pulled away. Our foreheads pressed together and my eyes were closed. I knew she was smiling. I grabbed her hand and looked at her. 

"We have to get to dinner," I smiled. She looked at me nodded. 

"Let's go,"

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