Bad Boy Has A Baby?(Harry Styles FanFic)[slow updates]

Ariana Grace is the new girl in town, her mother past due to cancer and four months after the funeral Ariana's dad thinks its time to start fresh. Ari and her dad had just moved to Holmes Chapel Cheshire and Ari has to attend Holmes Chapel High School where Cheshires bad boy Harry Styles attends.

Harry Styles is the bad boy in town and he doesn't take now for and answer, he is willing to go to extremes to get what he wants. Yeah Harry is an ass but he does have a heart, a heart to only two people his mum and his daughter but will his heart be shown to a third person?

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7. Chapter 7

Harry's Pov: 

I walked away from Ariana, or should I say stormed away. How dare she act like she knows me when she not only doesn't know me but doesn't know anything about me. I wonder what she'll think about me if I tell her the shit Niall has done, boy will she be in for a shock.

I texted my mum telling her that I will be home a little later on and that I have gone to a friends house to study, when really I'm going to Tracy's house to blow off some steam.

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I rang Tracy's door bell and waited for her to answer her door. It didn't take her long.

"Hey Harry" She says with a seductive smirk on her face.

"Hi, are your parents home?" I ask.

"No"

"Good" I quickly walked into the house as she shut the door and we both ran upstairs to her bedroom.

The minute we walked into her room she turned around to lock her door. She turned back around and Immediately latched her lips on to mine and I happily returned the favour. I lifted her up so that her legs were wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck, I walked over to her bed while our lips are still creating friction and soon her back fell on to the bed.

Ariana's Pov:

I turned the door nob to my bedroom and walked in with Zayn following close behind. I sat on my bed in silence as Zayn wondered around my bed room with curiosity in his eyes, it was like he was looking for something, like he could get to know me by the way my room is set. His stopped, starring straight at the brown leather book that's rested on my dresser. Zayn reached down to pick it up, I tried to reach for it before he could open it but i was to late.
 

"HEY!" I say as i ripped the delicate book out of his hands. "That's personal" I say while clenching the book tightly against my chest.

"Did you draw those?" Asked Zayn referring to the sketches in my brown, leather book.

"Yes" I say unsure of the direction this conversation is going in.

What he said next shocked me a little.

"They are really good" He says while his brown eyes stare deeply into mine.

"Thanks" I say, not really knowing how to respond.

"I like to draw to sometimes" He says. " I find that it relaxes me." 

I just nod my head, again not knowing what to say.

"How about you" He says.

"Huh" I say slightly confused not knowing what he meant.

"Why do you draw?" He asks starring at me with an intense look in his eyes.

"Oh, um. I don't really know why." I say lying through my teeth. I think Zayn noticed that i wasn't telling the truth, but he let slide.

The reason why I don't want him to see whats in my leather book and why I'm not being honest with him is because first of I don't know him and secondly, what I draw are the things that I think about and I don't want him to know what I think about because then he'll know how my mind works. When people know how your mind works, then they can figure out all of your insecurities and then they have the abilities to use them against you. I refuse to let that happen, not again.

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After Zayn and I's little chat about drawing we were called down to go eat dinner and then after that Zayn and Trish had left.

I am now laying in my bed looking up at the ceiling. I didn't talk to Zayn during dinner, i didn't intend to talk him at all. I am not going to lie, that small simple conversation we had still shocks me because he seemed...normal? not like everyone had actually described him to be like. As I am laying here I cant help but to think about what  Harry had said earlier about Niall, about how he said that Niall is not the kind of person I think he is. The more I thought about it the more curios i got and I wanted to know more, I wanted to know what Harry meant. Though at the same time the thought made me stutter, what if what I wanted to know was something about Niall that I could not Handle. It scared me to think that Niall had side of him that I have never seen before. It could not be that bad right? I mean I haven't known Harry for long but I can already tell that he tends to over exaggerate things. Maybe its not even that, maybe he only said that to get me off the topic because he probably cant handle criticism very well. I should talk to Niall about it tomorrow, maybe he might tell me what Harry meant. Wow, it is only my first day of school and I already crap load of things to think about. 

Harry's pov.

I walk down the street with my hair all messy and my shirt slightly ripped from when I went to Tracy's.

As I turned the corner I bumped into someone.

"Oi, watch where your going dickhead" I say while shoving the person off of me.

"The only dickhead here is you" Says that all to familiar, annoying Irish accent that makes me want to throw up.

"Nah, have you looked in the mirror lately Horan? Because your head is pretty dick shaped" I say with an annoyed expression on my face,

He just scoffed and said "Whats got your panties in a twist Styles? Is Tracy to loose for your pleasure now and days?" He says with smug facial expression.

"Nah I don't have any worry about Tracy. In fact I don't really want her anymore, I have my eyes on someone else."

"Oh really, and who would that be?" He says not really caring.

"Ariana" I say with the biggest, fucking, winning smirk I could make.

And with that, Niall threw the first punch.

 

 

 

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