Bad Boy Styles [ON HOLD]

"You want me so bad Tyler, don't deny it." -Harry Styles. © -- I have made the decision to upload this to Wattpad


3. Three

The aim of my stay was to do well here. And by doing well I meant academically. Harry was never meant to do this to me. He was never meant to make me start falling for him. I mean, I wasn't falling for him, I was just seeing the better of him. 

I started to see how popular Harry really was when I was wandering through campus. People were watching me. I knew they were whispering about me.

"There you are," someone grabbed my wrist.

I swivelled around, "Oh, Harry, hello."

"Hello? How about a kiss?"

"Uh-" I stopped as he swiftly kissed me. "What is up with you?"

"I'm taking this seriously, Tyler. We're going to be a couple. Look, I even had Niall put some ship names together for us," he smiled a goofy little smile.

"Okay," I began walking, followed by him. "Well tell me them, Harry," I smacked him.

"Ow!" he nudged me back. "No, because Niall sucks at making names. So there is no point."

"You're very annoying, you know?"

"Aw, thanks," he pouted.

I death stared him.

"Let's turn that frown upside down," he mocked.

"Harry, stop it," I dodged his hands reaching for my waist.

"Good, a smile suits you," he pulled me closer to him.

And then I knew why people were staring at me. It was because of him. No one ever thought they'd see him with someone, let alone me probably. No one thought they'd see him being a 'sweet and caring' boyfriend.

"You are aware your reputation is going down the drain, right?" 

"Reputation means nothing when we have love," he tapped my nose.

Tapped it. I was even surprised by that. That was so out of line for even Harry.

"Wow, that sounds like an internet pick up line."

"No, it's all from the heart," he patted his chest.

I shook my head. I guess it was nice to have him as a boyfriend, even though it was fake. That was the thing, it was fake. And I had to remember that.

"So, I was thinking pasta tonight, then we can get to know each other a little more?" Harry proposed.

I thought about it. Jess wouldn't mind if I wasn't in I don't suppose. "Alright, that's fine by me."

"Okay, I'll swing by at seven?"

"Sounds good to me," I began to head back to my dorm room.

Harry gave a little cough. "Forgetting something?" He had his arms crossed, his jaw set.

"Bye, Hazzy Poo," I pecked him on the cheek, leaving his grasp.

I quickly turned to see him standing with his mouth slightly open. I winked and ran off quickly.


My key searching was interrupted by someone standing in my way. Harry was my immediate thought. Although Harry didn't wear pink stilettos.

"Uh, may I help you?" I stopped.

"Dakota," she held her hand out.

"Mm, and the door is right there," I dismissed her hand.

"I'm not dumb. I know what a door is," she gave the most plastic laugh.

"Okay, what do you want?" I crossed my arms.

"A favour," she pursed her lips.

"Oh, sorry, wrong dorm I think," I pushed past her.

"Why are you hooking up with my boyfriend?" she asked.

I stopped, the key half in the door. "What?"

"Harry, he's mine."

"Really? Cause last I know he wasn't," I opened the door.

"Tyler," Jess smiled, poking her head out. "Ew, Dakota." 

I tried to suppress my smile.

"Freak," Dakota half squealed.

"Look, no one likes you, Dakota, and Harry isn't your boyfriend. He's with Tyler," Jess explained as I stepped inside the room.

"Since when?"

"Since he had two fingers inside her last night. Goodbye," Jess slammed the door.

I turned to face her. "Thanks," I smiled. "Harry isn't her boyfriend, right?"

"No, of course not. He can't stand that thing. No one can, but she wants the reputation."

I nodded. "I see."

Jess sat back down on the couch.

"I'm going to Harry's dorm tonight," I said.

"Dorm? He lives in a house with his friends."

"Oh, does he now?" I asked.

"Yeah. But they're all back home right now except for Niall."

"Right. Is he going to be there?"

"What? Why does that matter?"

"I don't know, I was just wondering," I changed into some skinny jeans and a white shirt.

"You want to be alone with him," she slammed the sides of the chair. "Tyler do you like him?" She yelled.

"Shh, no. Of course not," I brushed it off.

"You so do. Look, you're blushing. Tyler has a crush on the biggest douchebag on campus. Wow, though you weren't into that," she raised an eyebrow.

"Jess, I don't like him. I don't know, I can't because that would defeat the purpose of this deal," I groaned.

"I'll get Niall out for you," she smiled.

"Thank you so much," I sighed.

"Oh, you thinking of fucking tonight?" she asked.

"What? No. Of course not."

"Well I am going out, I'll see you tomorrow morning. Have fun. And use protection," she said, closing the door.

It was five now. I spent some time touching up my makeup, I didn't want to make myself look fake though, just presentable. Maybe I shouldn't wear jeans and a shirt. He did say we would just be at his dorm, well house. I left it and flopped onto my bed, opening my book.

The clock number flicked to seven and there was a loud knock at the door. I scrambled off my bed, shaking my hair out.

I opened the door to see Harry resting against the door frame. His shirt was pressed against his body.

"Looking good," he eyed me up and down.

I was sat in the front seat of his Audi.

"Gum?" he offered whilst we were driving.

"No thanks."

"Comfy?" He chewed slowly.

"Yeah, of course."

"Niall isn't going to be there, so we have the house to ourself," he winked.

"Okay," I shifted in my seat.

His house reminded me so much of him. It smelt like him, everything was so Harry. The hats, shoes, it was surprisingly neat actually. I slipped my converse off and followed him to the couch.

"Pizza is on its way, I took the pleasure of ordering myself," he smiled.

"Harry, a few hours ago you didn't even want to touch me. Now you want to have me over and snuggle up on a couch?"

"Yeah, I love a good game. Plus, you're hot, Tyler."

"You're not too bad yourself, Hazzy," I bit my lip.


"Yeah, it's cute."

"Cute?" he squeezed my thigh. 

"Harry, the pizza will be here in a minute, right?" I pushed him away.

He sat back, running his hand through his fringe.

"You're right, baby. I'd like to finish with the sweet stuff."


Sorry for the long wait. But I hope this is okay 

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