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...


17. Chapter 17

A week had passed since I'd last seen all of them. I have returned back to my original schedule. For now, I'm not even speaking much to my co-workers.

Harry and Niall won't stop calling me. I'm refusing to open the many voice mails they have left me. I don't understand why they won't let me go. I just want them to forget. Those assholes. 


I was walking home from work with my earbuds in when I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. I jumped a bit and turned around, only to meet up with Harry Style's face.

Sighing, I pulled out my ear buds. "What do you want?" I asked, annoyed. I was tired of always playing the nice girl. Being nice gets you no where when you live in a world full of selfish people who take advantage of you.

"Sarafina... please, talk to me," he begged, running his hand through his hair. He was wearing black skinny jeans and that stupid white t-shirt again with his leather jacket. When he tried caressing my face I stepped back.

"H-harry, don't you get it? I don't want anything to do with you, you hear me? Just let it go! I'm fine. Stop calling and texting me, alright?" I snapped, a frown on my face.

Tears welled up in his eyes. "I'm so sorry for what I did to you!" he cried, "And I understand that there will never be enough words I could say to make it better, but just know that I do truly care for you."

Rolling my eyes, I put my ear buds back in and began walking away from him. At the same time, another part of me wanted to cry with him and be engulfed in his arms. 

That other part of me is an idiot. 

Once I made it home, I threw my purse on my couch and went to go take a shower. Just talking to him had made me feel disgusting. 

As I entered my bathroom, I noticed that my new box of tampons had still been untouched..

"Holy..." I gasped, realizing that my period was two weeks late. "This can't be..- there's no way."


Exiting the bathroom, I ran to get my jacket and keys and sprinted to my local pharmacy. 


*** three hours later***



"Niall," I sobbed into the phone.

"What's the matter love? How have you been?" 

"Not good a-at all," I told him, crying. "Please c-come over." I was on my bathroom floor, the tests scattered around me.

"What happened-" "I'm pregnant, okay!"


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