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?


9. He Hurt You.

I woke up in Harry's bed, in Harry's arms. It felt right to say he was my boyfriend. I mean, with him, I feel so alive. I love it. My phone rang. I got up. "Hello?" I spoke.

"Hello, buttercup." The voice spoke. "Mum?" I asked. "Yes, sweetie. How are you?" She asked.

I walked out of the room. "I'm good. Guess what!" I said. She chuckled. "What, darling?"

"Ihaveaboyfriend." I spoke quickly. "Pardon me?" My mom asked.

"I have a boyfriend." I said, smiling. "Oh my, who?" She asked. Look at my mum. Wanting the 'deets.' "Harry."

"Harry... Styles?" She confirmed. Now, she sounded concerned, or maybe even worried. "Yes." I said slowly. "Honey, he hurt you. He's dangerous. You couldn't possibly be in a relationship with him!" She shouted.

"Mum, chill, he's changed you don't know-"


"Mum! I'm 20 years old! You can't keep telling me what to do! So what if he hurt me? You said dad cheated on you when you guys were in high school!" I shouted back.

"That's different!" She defended.

"Yeah? How? How exactly is that different?!"


"That's what I thought." I said, and with that I hung up.

"What was that about?" Harry asked. I jumped. He scared the bajeezus out of me.

"Nothing." I said and went back to his room. I sat on the bed.

"Are you okay, babe?" Harry asked while rubbing my thigh. I nodded and put on a fake smile. "Breakfast?" He asked. I nodded. "I'll race ya?" I got up and ran downstairs.

"That's not fair! You cheated." Harry accused. He picked me up and put me on the counter, with his arms on both sides of me. "Aww, do be I sore lwoser." I said in a baby voice.

He kissed me softly. I smiled. "Now. Make me food, peasant!" I giggled.

"Yes ma'am." He pretended. "Pancakes?"

"Eh, I'm more of a waffles kind of gal." I smiled.

"Coming right up. Chocolate chip?" He asked.

"You know it."

My smile soon faded as those same words replayed in my head. He hurt you. He hurt you.

Harry's hand waved in front of my face. "Yoohoo! Babe?" Harry asked.

"Oh uh yeah?" I asked, zoning back in.

"Do you want bacon as well?" He asked again.

"Yeah," I said. "Sure."

Then, I slowly drifted back into my daydream.

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