I Don't Like You (Harry Styles Fanfic)

"Get a clue you douche, i'm not into you! Leave me alone!" I snapped cruelly.
He shook his head in frustration. "I don't get why you don't like me..."
I sighed angrily. "I dont even know you!"
"How could you not know me?"
"Am I supposed to know you?"
"Yes! I'm Harry Styles! I'm famous!" he yelled, moving closer to my face.
"Well guess what pretty boy, I don't give a shit," I spat, turning my back to him and walking away.
"What the hell, come back! We need to settle this!" he called after me.
"Dude, leave me alone!"
"Why aren't you like the other girls? Just give in and say that you like me!"
I stopped walking and turned to face him.
"You're pathetic Harry Styles, and I pity the girls that apparently die over the thought of you. Reality check, you're the ugliest man in the world for being this conceited, and I'd be suprised if any girl was stupid enough to date you."
I smiled as I walked away with his mouth hanging wide open.
Douche bag...


10. Chapter 10

 So sorry for the wait guys! Enjoy this chapter :) I'm sorry also if you don't like it. :P



Waking up fully, I recalled all of the events that took place the day before, and how my "stranger" became a close friend in less than 10 minutes.

My first.



"Harry," I shook him gently. "Harry wake up."

His eyes opened slowly, and I watched as that smirk took place on his face. It was strangely... attractive...

What am I saying...

"Hey sweetheart," he spoke raspily. I smiled at him and sat up. I didn't have any pants on...

"W-where did my pants go..." I questioned quietly. He stiffened up. "It's not what it looks like... you had them on when you fell asleep-"

"It's okay, I know," I told him quickly, chuckling. Usually when I sleep, I kick off my pants. It's automatic.

"Close your eyes real quick." He covered his eyes while I picked my pants up off of the floor and put them on.

"Can I look now?" When I turned back around, he was already looking. I huffed and put on my pants quickly.

"A ladies' man, right?" I asked him, smirking. He chuckled. "At times, yes."

"I'm not surprised."

"You shouldn't be." As he continued to stare at me, I scratched my head.

"Sooo, would you like something for breakfast?" "That would be wonderful."

"French toast?"


"And if you're thirsty I can make some hot chocolate-" "Yes ma'am." He smiled.

I giggled. Having a friend sure was fun.




"Do you want to talk about last night Sarafina?" he questioned while taking a sip of his hot chocolate. We had already eaten, and were now just sitting in front of the tv on my couch. 

I felt like I knew him for years. Whenever we met eye-to-eye, it looked like I was staring into a mirror. But at the same time, it didn't.

"It's okay, thank you... thanks also for being there for me. I know that I've been a complete jerk to you-"

"It's no problem, really. If anything, I was being a jerk to you." 

I chuckled. He was as stubborn as I was.

"I guess we both weren't saints. But... I was wondering if we could b-be... uhh, friends?" I asked nervously.

I know that that was a weird question, but don't friends ask that to each other before they become actual friends? 

"Of course! Why not?" he replied while laughing. I laughed too.

There was a sad look in his eye though. "What's wrong?"

He looked to the ground and sighed. "Can't really tell you."

"Why not?"

"Because then, we won't... we won't be friends." What does he mean by that?

"What do you mean?"

"I already told you! I can't say!" he snapped while furrowing his eyebrows. I flinched when he raised his voice.

"Why are you yelling?" I questioned worriedly.

"Because you just don't understand!" he yelled. Did he have anger issues? I wouldn't be surprised at that, he's famous for pete's sake.

"And you know what I'm doing? Asking you to help me understand!" I yelled back.

"God, why do you have to be so stubborn!"

"Why do you have to be so rude!" (Why you gotta be so rude? hahaaaaa )  :)

"This isn't about me!"

"You're the one that had to ruin our morning! So yes, it's about you, AND your anger issues!"

With that he straddled me on the couch and held my wrists down tightly. Our faces were only centimeters apart.

I should of listened. Stranger danger.

"Harry, relax, it's okay, I can help you," I told him gently, trying to coax him to loosen his grip. 

"I don't need your help," he muttered angrily. 

"What do you need then?" I demanded. "Tell me."

He finally loosened his grip and leaned down, his lips caressing mine gently. I pulled back abruptly.

"What are you doing?" I questioned anxiously.

"I need... you," he breathed out. My heart started racing as he continued to kiss me, but this time more roughly and passionately.

I wanted to pull away but I couldn't, and I don't know why. All I knew was that I couldn't get enough of him.

And as I pulled his body onto mine, his lips trailed down to my neck and I moaned slightly. 

Moving them back up to my lips, I heard him starting to unbuckle his jeans.

I started freaking out. "H-Harry, I don't think that I can do this." I spoke quietly, pushing his chest away a bit.

He stopped and looked me straight in the eyes, as if he were trying to search for my trust.

"I'll be gentle sweetheart." he told me while stroking my hair.




I don't know what got into me when I pulled him back down to my lips...

And let him fully unbuckle his pants.


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