Best Friends with a player ( Harry Styles AU)

Being Best Friends with Harry wasn't the easiest thing in the world especially since the school worshipped the ground he walked on. He was the player no girl could resist and the guy every male hated because of the way their girlfriend lusted after him. I was the schools outcast, with the worst social life because Harry was to protective over me causing everyone to steer away. He has this idea that I was 'His' no one else's and made sure every guy knew that.

"Just tell me if you want me to stop Aleeah" Harry murmured causing my eyes to flutter closed when his hot breath skimmed my trembling lips. He slowly backed me up against the hardness of the tree that shaded us, and gently raised my leg so that it was around his hip. I arched my back against his warm chest and felt him press himself tightly against my body causing me to whimper. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked, his voice husky and seductive while placing small kisses at the corners of my mouth causing my breathing to falter.


13. Chapter 13

"Honey what time does chess finish ? " My mum asked whilst doing the dishes. "Um I'm not sure.. I think at 3 but I'll let you know as soon as I'm sure" I smiled. She turned her attention back to the sink and finished the dishes while I was still eating my breakfast. "I'll see you at 3 or later I guess" she smiled and kissed my forehead before walking out the front door and going off to work, leaving me with my bowl of cereal and thoughts. Harry hadn't left my mind since the kiss which is surprising and scary since it happened almost a week ago. It was filled with lust and passion and to be honest with you, I loved every second of it. I hated myself for letting him get to me, for allowing him to infiltrate my mind and thoughts. He didn't deserve the spot but he managed to claim it. I knew it was wrong but then again, it felt so right. I put my empty cereal bowl in the sink and made my way to my bedroom counting the steps as I walked upstairs. I reached the door and slowly pushed the handle down to open it. I walked inside and got my backpack. I looked at my outfit in the mirror, inspecting everything. I sighed before a thought came to mind. "What if I changed my look a bit?" I went to my closet and grabbed a few clothing items that I hid way at the back of my closet when family gave me clothes as gifts because they hated the clothes I usually wore, before making my way to the bathroom. I got changed into a white, slightly oversized, sweater and a skater skirt that reached mid-thigh. I patted down the skirt and smiled at my reflection. I looked good. I went to my mother's room and grabbed her make-up bag off the dresser and scurried off to the bathroom again. I applied a light layer of foundation to my face followed by some blush on my cheeks. I got the eye shadow out and applied some to my eyelids, the colour making my eyes "pop". I took the eyeliner out made a thin line on my eyelids, flicking the end of the lines upward which made it look like wings. After I finished I made sure everything was perfect before curling my hair and letting it hang loosely down my back and over my shoulders. I smiled satisfied with my look then made my way into the bedroom, slipping on a pair of ballet flats and grabbed my bag again. Heads snapped in my direction as I entered the school. Girls standing in their groups, whispering and pointing in my direction. I blushed, swiftly making my way to my locker where I found the boys, minus Harry, staring at me in awe. Zayn was the first to speak up. "Ally? Is that you ?" He asked, clearly surprised by my new look. I nervously took a deep breath placed a sloppy smile on my face shaking my head. "No Zayn its Santa Clause" I joked trying to get the awkwardness out of the way, but all they did was continue to stare. What surprised me most was that they were staring at parts of my body the boys usually didn't stare at. Liam and Niall were staring at my chest, Louis had his eyes glued to my legs and Zayn just stared at me like I was a stranger, a stranger he wanted to devour. I awkwardly looked around the hall to find guys staring at me and instantly became nervous. This was a bad idea, this was really a bad idea. Why did I decide to do it now? I could've done it over the weekend where the guys could've adapted to the new look. I'm so stupid. I instantly turned around and ignored the stares I was attracting by keeping my head down. I pushed past a bunch of people and took a sharp right only to bump into a rock solid chest. I looked up, my eyes meeting Harry's furious ones. Before I could even apologise, his hand wrapped around my wrist, dragging me to what seems to be the janitor's closet. "Harry what the-" I was cut off by a pair of lips on my own. I stayed still for about 30 seconds before Harry pulled away. "Aleeah what the fuck did you do to your clothes. Its showing too much." He said in a low, assertive voice. I glared up at him because of our height difference. I looked past him seeing some students pass by. "There's nothing wrong with my clothes. So what I changed. I'm human and change is good" I said. He pinched the bridge in his nose which meant he was trying not to explode. "Aleeah." He warned, looking at me with cold eyes. I smirked. "So I'm not allowed to tweak my look a bit, but you're allowed to fuck girls as much as you want ? Tell you what. I'll go back to my old look if you stop whoring around." I glared, not losing the smirk on my face. He had this look in his eyes , a look I wasn't very familiar with. Defeat. I chuckled sarcastically. "Thought so. See ya around Styles." I ruffled his hair and walked out of the closet, which was surprisingly large. I followed a few students, I recognised from my Maths class, to my next class, trying to ignore the stares I was receiving. I entered the class and was about to take my regular old seat in the back of the class but noticed it was already taken by a petite girl who looked about my age , which she probably was since she was sitting in my maths class. I noticed the only seat open was next to someone I despised. Shay Carter. I sighed and sat down in the empty seat. I got my books out of my bag and set them down on my desk, ready to start the lesson. I noticed how empty the class was. 

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