Little White Lies.™ [Harry Styles AU]

I couldn't help it.

I love him.

I always have, and I always will.

I can't stand it, though - all he gives to me, in return, are little white lies.


2. "Teenage Dirtbag."


Chapter One: "Teenage Dirtbag."


Kali Davis


I nervously glanced around the club, slightly pulling the hem off my little black dress lower. It was tight - skin tight - and dangerously short; it was also strapless. I didn't want to wear it, but I was kind of forced to. I hated parties, and this was no exception. I was disgusted by the smell, which was purely of smoke, alcohol, and something unfamiliar. I wouldn't be surprised if there were drugs. 

I took a strand of my long, blonde hair, and played with it as I looked around the crowded room. I couldn't get into the living room. If I tried, I would just be devoured by sweaty bodies and drunk lovers, caught somewhere in between reality and the only escape they could find. I held a red solo cup in my hand, which was filled with alcohol, although I didn't take a sip from it. I wasn't that stupid. 

I resided in the kitchen, which only had a few other occupants other than myself. I ignored them. Instead, I turned my attention to the guys who walked through the front door, fashionably late. I scanned over all five of them. I automatically assumed, just from their appearance, that they were the people I grew up being warned about; they were the people I was never supposed to get involved with. 

I noted that the guy in the front was noticably taller than the rest, and looked the most dangerous. I didn't hesitate to let my eyes run up and down his body, evaluating each of the tattoos and piercings he had, along with his muscles. I licked my lips, and I had the decency to appreciate the guy's curly, dark hair. I hadn't realized that I was staring until he smirked, making me blink and gaze into his emerald green eyes.

I blushed, looking away. I looked over his friends, too. I spotted two girls, both exceptionally pretty, hanging off the arms of two of them. I couldn't see much detail, though, due to the lack of light in the house. Before I knew it, they were out of my sight, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I tensed up when I felt somebody's presence appear from beside me. I knew it was a guy, and I heard him chuckle a little. "Hello, love." I didn't respond to him. "I'm Louis."

I turned my head to face him, and I recognized him as one of the guys who walked in late - one of the guys who also had a girl around his arm. I rolled my eyes. "I'm not interested."

He sent a playful wink my way. "I wasn't asking for myself, love. I was asking for my mate."

"What?" I replied. "Is he too much of a pussy to come over and talk to me himself?"

Louis whistled. "Feisty, eh? It's a good thing that's how he likes them."

I narrowed my eyes at him, and shook my head. "I don't know who you think you are, but I would really appreciate it if-"

"I can't leave you alone." He cut me off, which annoyed me, but I didn't want to get him too angry. He looked dangerous. I definitely didn't want to get on his bad side. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Harry." He motioned over towards the horde of bodies dancing against each other. I looked over towards that area, and spotted the same, green-eyed boy I was staring at earlier. "He's called dibs. You're his."

I scoffed. "Honestly. I have no idea who the hell you think you guys are, but I am not a fucking object. I'm not owned by him."

He laughed again, quietly. "If only you knew..."

I didn't get to respond to his demeaning comment before he left, walking towards his friend - Harry. I watched as Harry spun around, looking down at Louis, nodding and licking his lips. His eyes flickered towards mine, and I looked away, embarassed. 

I looked into the plastic cup I held, and moved it in a circular motion. I'm sure a little wouldn't hurt. 

I closed my eyes as I downed the burnin liquid, which scorched my throat in the process. I resisted the urge to cough, and, instead, downed it all. I opened my eyes, and blinked a few times. It didn't affect me as much as I originally thought it would. I walked to the garbage bin, and tossed it in. I stood up straight, but froze in my spot when I felt a hot, ticklish breath against the skin behind my ear.

"Hello, kitten." His voice was low, and raspy, and it made my heart flip - which was something I definitely didn't want it to do. I shivered, and I heard him chuckle to himself. "I'm Harry."

I looked straight ahead, and he pressed his lips to my neck. I'll admit it. It was a bit of a shock to feel the cold metal of his lip ring pressing into my skin, too. I liked it, though. It felt, nice.

He continued giving me little kisses down my neck, and I could only imagine what we looked like. I was tiny, only about five foot three. Harry, though... I could tell, he was over six feet tall. I subconsciously frowned when his lips detached from my skin, and I missed the feeling.

I'm being ridiculous, I thought. If I walk away now, I can stop myself from getting involved with them. I could do it. I could just walk away.

Obviously, whatever alcohol I did drink was able to affect me, because my mind and my mouth weren't linked together in any way, shape or form. "Why'd you stop?"

I was surprised by my question, and I think he was, too. I turned my head a little, so I could see his face. He gave me a couple more kisses, and I watched as his eyes fluttered closed and he concentrated on, well - me. 

I turned around, tearing his lips away from my neck, and I faced him. His eyes shot open, revealing the dark green eyes that mesmerized me. He stepped forward, and I took two steps back. I knew I was screwed, because my back hit the counter, and Harry grinned.

I nervously looked downwards as his fingers were planted on the granite on either side of my body, holding me in place. I couldn't leave now; I was stuck. I gasped when he lowered his head to my neck, curls tickling my jaw. He whispered, "You're fucking fit, you know that?"

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't fit. I sighed, and this time, when his lips attached to my neck, I could tell he wasn't jsut going to leave me kisses. I felt him kissing in multiple spots, more forceful than before, and I immediately knew what he was looking for. I held my tongue, making sure I wouldn't expose myself. I involuntarily clenched my fingers into a fist when he got to my sweet spot, and I knew my action didn't go away unnoticed by him.

He kissed my neck again. It was the patch of skin right below my ear, but on my jaw - and he had found it. I held back a moan as he lightly sucked on the skin. I couldn't hold it in, though, when he pushed his body into mine at the same time, pressing our hips against each others. I knew the whole situation was wrong, so, terribly wrong, but I couldn't stop it. I was enjoying myself, and Harry intrigued me.

I moaned. He smirked against my skin, and I felt myself smile as I felt his lip ring flow across my skin. I shivered as he blew on the sore skin, and it made it feel cold. I sighed, letting out a deep breath when he pulled away. I saw him smirk, pulling his lip ring between his teeth. He turned to leave, but before he did, he whispered in my ear again.

"You're mine now, kitten." I felt my ragged breathing as he spoke; there was a short pause. "I'd love to make you moan like that again."

He left me, winking once, and I couldn't help but think:

What did I just get myself into?

* * *

I let the cold liquid flow between my fingers. I cupped my hands, and the water quickly filled up. I splashed it over my face, cleansing it. I sighed.

I got home less than an hour ago, and the first thing I did was inspect the golden hickey Harry had given me. It was big, and perfectly shaped to someone's lips - Harry's lips. I couldn't help but smile fondly at the memory, but then I scolded myself.

Harry was bad. I mean, I didn't know if he was bad, but he sure wasn't good. I wasn't stupid, either. I know I should just walk away, and ignore him now, while I can, before I'm too far deep in. I nervously paced through my apartment, trying to straighten up my thoughts.

I groaned. I didn't know how to go about the situation, I really didn't. I didn't want to be crushing on Harry, but I just - did. It wasn't planned, or anything. I just happened to find him very attractive. I tried calming myself. It's just a crush, I thought.

I fell asleep, eventually, as my mind's thoughts swirled around Harry and the confusing emotions I felt as I thought of him.

* * *

I moaned when I woke up to the annoying, consistent blaring of my phone's alarm. I didn't want to go to school. I just didn't.

I reluctantly tore myself from the comfortable cushioning my bed offered, and trudged into the bathroom. I just brushed through my blonde, naturally wavy hair, and applied a little bit of mascara. I didn't wear a lot of makeup. I never did.

I searched my closet for something to wear for school. I rarely wore something girly. I would much rather just wear leggings and a shirt, which is what I ended up doing. I didn't put a lot of effort into my outfit; it consisted of black leggings, and oversized striped tee, and black ankle combat boots. I wasn't girly, but I did have a sense of style hidden within me.

 I made my way towards the door, slipping a bag over my shoulders and making sure my phone was in it, as well. I locked the door behind me, and smiled as I took a nice, big breath of humid London air. I stepped into my car, and started it up. It didn't take me long to get to my school; I got there within a matter of minutes. I parked in my usual parking space.

I barely got to school on time, though, because the second I walked into my first lesson, the bell rang. I walked towards the back of the classroom, at an empty table. In this classroom, the tables seated two students, and nobody sat at mine. I took a pencil out, chewing on the edge of it, as I watched the teacher walk in. She couldn't have been any older than thirty; she had curly, dark brown hair, and wore a pair of glasses. 

"Hello," She greeted. "I'm Ms. Doyle, and today you will be working on-"

She didn't get past the eleventh word before somebody interrupted her. I felt my eyes widen as Harry stepped in, smacking loudly on a piece of chewing gum. I could see, out of the corner of my eyes, guys rolling their eyes, and girls swooning over the teenage bad boy. I didn't blame them. He was defintiely worth looking at. I felt a pinch of jealousy swarm over me, and I shrugged it off, looking at Harry. He glanced over the students, and when his eyes landed on mine, he bit his lip. I blushed, looking away.

"Mr. Styles, I'm happy you could join us." She added, unable to hide the slight look of dissatisfaction in her features. "Now, if you could, sit down in the back, next to..."

He smirked. "Kali."

Ms. Doyle looked up, surprised that he knew me. I obviously didn't look like the type of person he'd be around, which was understandable.

He took his seat beside mine, ignoring the whispers spreading throughout the classroom, mainly by other girls. I rolled my eyes.

Ms. Doyle began speaking again, but I couldn't concentrate. Harry kept talking to me.

"Did you enjoy last night?" He whispered, undoubtedly trying to be a smart ass. 

I ignored him, facing the front of the class. 

"I know you did," He continued. I bit my lip as his breath sent tingles of enjoyment through my body. "I know you did. I'm pretty sure you want to do it again, too."

I felt my cheeks heat up, and I turned to him. "Actually, I-"

"Miss Davis!" Ms. Doyle exclaimed. I jumped, and faced her, and I heard Harry chuckle under his breath.

"Uh... Yeah?" I replied.

She raised her eyebrows. "Would you like to share, to the class, what you and Mr. Styles were speaking about?"

I flushed red, and shook my head, flustered. Harry snickered, and I glared at him.

"If you say so," Miss Doyle finished. I let out a long breath.

"Aw, did Kali get in trouble?" Harry teased. I rolled my eyes, for the second time, and shook my head at the little teenage dirtbag.

"Wait...Harry?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

He looked at me. "Yeah?"

"How did you know my name?"


A/N: Hello! I'd just like to thank everybody who has read this, so far. I know it might seem a little slow at first, but I promise it gets a lot - and I mean, a lot - better. I'd really, really appreciate it if you'd take the time to leave a comment and vote for my story, even though it isn't very far yet.


I love you! <3 xx

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