How To Break A Heartbreaker // l.t

When Liela Summers has her heart broken for the last time by Harry Styles, she transforms her image completely. Her demeanor and style is something that everyone envies. What happens when new kid, Luke Hemmings, makes his way into her life?

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6. Chapter 5.

"Harry?" I squeak.

I watch as he steps furthur into the light, a smirk on his face. "Miss me?"

"No," I say sternly.

"Oh, c'mon. You don't have to lie to me. I know you better than anyone."

"That's not true," I scoff.

"Really?" he asks, smirking. "Your favorite color is the color of my eyes. Your favorite blue is the color of Louis' eyes when they're blue. Your parents died when you were only 15, leaving you to look after your younger sister, Emma, who was only three at the time. Now, three years later, you're a heartbreaker, just as I was to you."

"You know nothing," I scoff.

"You can't tell me that I'm wrong. I'm never wrong."

"Yeah, well, you're not the only person who knows that. In fact, the someone who does know that, knows more than you."

"Don't try to deny it," he says, making his way to the bed.

"How does one deny something so true?" I question, trying not to stutter as he straddles me.

"Tell me you love me."


"Tell me you love me. That you still love me and always have."

"You're crazy, Harold."

"Am I?"

Before I can even open my mouth to say something, his lips are crashed firmly onto mine. What the hell is he doing? This is so wrong, yet, so right. I slowly begin to move my lips in sync with his, never gasping for air. He licks my bottom lip, begging for entrance, and I grant it. His tongue darts into my mouth and fights with mine. I move my hands up to his hair, tugging it, making him let out a low moan. He pushes me to the bed, pinioning me. He pulls off my shorts and black lace panties before pulling his pants and boxers off and thrusting into me. Hard.My breath begins to get heavier with every thrust that he makes. My pants and moans become louder the deeper he goes, becoming more like screams. Soon, his thrusts become more sloppy as he is close to cumming. My body stiffens, as I am close also.

"Release," Harry whispers into my ear, and that is my undoing. I hit my climax at the same time as him. "I told you," he smirks, pulling on his clothes and making his way to my balcony.

"Harry," I say as I watch him disappear.

Yes. Yes, I still have feelings for you.

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