I Love the Person I Hate

Jayda Jones is starting at a new college. A new start, away from the way person she hates the most: Harry Styles. But when she finds out that he's going to the same college what will she do? This was her chance and now he's ruining it! She wakes up in his bed! To find out that they did 'it'. But did Harry change? Did he like Jayda all along?
Heart broken and torn, Jayda finds another love. Will this love triangle ever play out?


6. Ch. 6 A Beautiful Mistake

Ch.6 A Beautiful Mistake


From: Harry...

Party starts at eight.

I got dressed in some high waisted, dark washed jeans and a laced crop top. I put on my heels. I check the time. 7:45. I made my way outside, to my Ferrari and drove to Harry's dorm. I walked in. I sat down on the stairs and looked over at all the endless sluts, trying to get guys' attention. Or even the 'hard to get' types. I huffed and held my head in my hands. I should've expected something so shallow from Harry.

"You came!" I heard. I looked up to see Harry standing in front of me. He was grinning ear to ear.

"Sadly." I said. "What do you even do at these college parties?" I asked.

He shrugged. "First one of the year. I'm just kind of winging it." He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and got up. "Where are you going?" Harry asked. "Umm I'm going to get a drink." I pointed.

"I'll come with." He smiled.

I drank. And drank. Rap and dub step mostly blared. I was completely wasted. I'm surprised I was still standing.

"Let's go somewhere more private." He said.

He then dragged me up to a room.

I woke up with a pounding headache. I didn't recognize my surroundings. Where the hell am I? I stretched and my arm hit something. "OUCH." Okay, so someone. I turned. Harry. It was Harry. I looked, I was naked, he was naked. No, no, no, no, no! Maybe we didn't do anything? Who am I kidding? I slapped him. "Wake up!"

He shot up and his eyes popped out of their sockets. "I swear I didn't do this on purpose. What even happened?" He asked. "I don't know." I grabbed my clothes and put them on.

"Where are you going?" He shouted.

"Home." I said.

"You can't just leave! We have to talk about this."

"No. I'm leaving." I said and shut the door.

I walked downstairs. Cups everywhere, teens sprawled on the floor. Heck, half of them didn't even look 15.

I needed to get out of here. Harry was a mistake. A beautiful mistake.

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