Dark Horse

Harry Styles, a well-known flirt, was a popular guy in school. He simply charmed his way through all four years and was never seen without a girl under his arm. Every girl would swoon at the sight of him, all but one. Stella was the new girl with a secret no one knew about. She was beautiful and made every girl envious of her. Every guy wanted to be with her, but she wasn't interested in any of them. It was only when his green eyes met her blue ones. Harry had fallen for her, but she would only push him away and he'd continue to be persistent. Yet, what he didn't know about were the secrets that lie behind closed doors.


3. Two

Today was Friday and every single day of the week, I've gotten a ride from Harry. "Hope that this doesn't become a daily routine." I was waiting outside, sitting on the front steps when Harry approached me with a smirk. I rolled me eyes and once again, followed him to a new car. It was sleek, black, and- "She's beautiful, isn't she?" he asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I had been staring at the car far too long. I cleared my throat and just nodded, getting into the car. The interior was exquisite with leather lining and I knew it was definitely a new car. "I don't take her out for a ride, but when I do, there's always a beautiful girl riding in the passenger seat." he said and started the car.

Every single day, he'd drop me off in front of the building and I'd enter the lobby. He'd get into the elevator just in time before the doors closed and we'd ride the elevator to the fourth floor, neither of speaking a single word. I would thank him for the ride once we exited from the elevator and then entered our respective apartments. This began to turn into a daily routine.

I closed the door behind me and set my bag in my room. I went over to the fridge and pulled out some left over food to put in the microwave. I sat down on the couch while the food began to heat and turned on the TV. Later that evening, my mom hadn't come home. I figured that she was out with her new boyfriend.

I didn't want up for my mom as I began to do my homework that was due the following week. A knock came at our door and I stood up from my desk, then walked out of my room. I opened the door and was met face to face with- Liam. "Hey Stella." Liam smiled. His hands were casually placed in his pockets.

He was dressed a bit differently than the way he was dressed at school. I smiled, "Hey Liam, what's up?"

"There's a party tonight and we want you to join us." He smiled. I raised an eyebrow at him, confused. He didn't seem like the partying type. "We?" I asked him, then smirked a bit.

"Okay, it was Niall's idea." He smiled. Niall was much more believable. "So you in or out?" I agreed to go with him to the party and told him to wait five minutes. I jogged to my room and looked in my closet. I took out a short black dress and black heels to match. I took my hair out of the pony tail as it fell in natural waves.

I returned to the entrance and giggled at Liam's reaction. "Too much?" I asked with a smile, emerging from my apartment and locked the door behind me. "Just beautiful." He smiled. I blushed slightly to the compliment.

We walked out to the parking lot and got in the car. Niall was sitting in the back seat. Liam parked his car in front of the house where the party was being held at.

The three of us entered the house after Niall was greeted by a few people. Liam had gone over to talk to a few friends of his and I stuck by the snack table. I didn't mind being a loner. As soon as Niall and Liam left me alone, some guys had begun to flirt with me. I looked at them, then turned away and walked past them. I couldn't deal with jocks again, not after what happened with the last one.

"Hey baby, you are looking fine as hell." A voice appeared out of thin air beside me. I was on edge because I was fed up with guys flirting with me lately. I turned towards the guy and said, "Look, I'm not going to sleep with you."

"Whoa, hey now! Don't be so quick to jump to conclusions." Harry smirked. "I was only asking if you'd like to dance with me, but I guess I'm going to take your response as a no?" I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment and opened them again. "Sorry, I'm just-"

"On edge? Want a drink?" He held out a cup towards my direction. It was half-empty of beer. I looked into the cup he held in his hand, then into his green eyes. "It'll make you feel better." He sang, slightly shaking the cup before me. I shook my head and he shrugged, "Suit yourself." He finished the cup and set it on the table.

"C'mon let's dance." He motioned with his head towards the dance floor as he held out his hand towards me. I looked at his hand, then took it as he led me out towards a group of people who were already dancing.

While we danced, I was searching for Niall and Liam through the crowd. Where were they? Harry's hand went on my waist as he turned me around, pressing my backside towards him. "Let go." he whispered in my ear. His hands were on my hips and I began to follow the rhythmic swaying.

His hips were pressed against mine as we danced so close together. I could feel his lips on my neck as I lightly tilted my head back and closed my eyes. I turned around to face him, looking into his green eyes. I could feel myself inching towards him, but I shook my head and pushed him away. "I'm sorry. I have to go." I said.

I pushed through the crowd and managed to get out the door. I ran a hand through my hair and took a deep breath. I couldn't let myself fall again. It'll only hurt for a second.​ His voice was in my head. "Get out of my head." I muttered under my breath and I began walking down the street.

You will pay for what you have done. I continued to walk down the street. The further I walked away from the house, the voice inside my head became louder and louder. I began to run, not looking behind me. I finally stopped running when I neared the park. My apartment was a few more blocks away. ​Take it… take it like the whore you are. "Stop! Get out of my head!" I screamed with tears running down my cheeks.

"Stella?" I heard a voice call out behind me. I turned around and saw a car was stopped in front of the park. I noticed that it was Harry's car. I wiped my tears away. He couldn't see me like this. He got out of the car and approached me. "Are you okay?" he asked me. I nodded, but I could easily tell he didn't believe me.

"C'mon, I'll take you home." he said. He opened the door for me as I got in. The ride back to the apartment building was silent. I felt bad for leaving him earlier, but it was for the best. I couldn't bring myself to kiss Harry. He parked the car in the lot and I got out without saying a word.

​He followed me to the elevator and we both entered, then the doors closed. We rode the elevator to the fourth floor and stepped out. We walked down the hallway to our apartments. Before I entered my apartment, I gently bit my lip and turned to face Harry. "Can you stay with me until my mom gets home?" I asked him.

For a minute, neither of us moved or said a single word to each other. Harry nodded and said, "Sure." I half-heartedly gave a smile and entered my apartment. He followed behind me and closed the door. I told him to wait in the living room while I go and change.

My mom was probably still out with her boyfriend. I wasn't worried too worried about my mom being out so late. Though, I still hope she comes home soon. I walked down the hallway to my room and took a quick shower, then changed into some pajamas.

I walked back out to the living room to see that Harry was still there. "I hope you don't mind staying. I just hate being alone in an apartment." I told him and sat down on the couch. Harry sat down on the other end and shrugged, "I used to share the apartment with a friend of mine. I don't mind being alone."

It's different for a guy. I thought and turned on the TV because the silence was killing me. I was feeling tired as I let out a yawn. "Don't fall asleep on me." I heard him say. I could feel my eyes closing and I tried my best to keep them open. "I won't." I mumbled, but eventually leaned against the armrest.

The next morning, I awoke and I was in my bedroom. How did I get here? I let out a yawn and got out of bed, then entered the kitchen. There were two notes left on the kitchen counter - one from my mom and one from… Harry?


Working late again. See you around 10pm.


I rolled my eyes at my mom's note. Her way of telling me that she'd be out on a date was: working late. Whenever my mom gets a new boyfriend, I'm always alone at the apartment. I crumpled her note and threw it in the trash, then proceeded to read Harry's note.


Thanks for falling asleep on me. Don't do it again.


PS you weigh a TON.

How rude. I scowled at the note and turned it over to see something else that was scribbled on the back.

PSS I was kidding.

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