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...


18. Chapter 18

I continued sobbing once I got off the phone with him. The seven tests I took were all positive. 

"Why God? Why?" I cried out, burying my face in my hands. It all made no sense why I had to go through all of this. And for what? Harry was never going to leave my life now, and neither was Niall. 

A knock came from outside of my bathroom door twenty minutes later. 

"Sarafina, can I come in love?" Niall's voice spoke.

I sighed, wiping past tears off of my face and opened the door. 

When I saw him he immediately engulfed me in his arms, and I continued crying some more. He rubbed my back softly and whispered comforting words in my ear. I would be lying if I said that it didn't help. Pulling away from him, I noticed a figure sitting on my couch in the living room. 

"Niall, please tell me that's not him...." 

He scratched the back of his neck and looked at the floor as I rushed into the living room. 

"Get out of my house you asshole! Do you know what you did to me?!" I yelled at him while crying. 

Harry had tears running down his flushed cheeks as well and stood up, coming towards me. 

I slapped him as hard as I could and pushed him away roughly. "S-Sarafina, please-" he sobbed.

He wrapped his arms around me as I fell to the floor. "This is just too much for me, okay?" I cried into his chest.

I allowed him to hold me since that other part of me was winning. 

"I-I'm sorry. I will forever be sorry for what I did to you," he said, stroking my arm like he used to. Niall was sitting off in the kitchen, watching us with worry in his eyes.

"I didn't have any control... I promise you. Everything just sort of went blank- and all I could think about after it was how m-much I love you."

I listened to his words and assumed them to be lies out of pure guilt. 

"Please, d-don't say stuff you don't mean just because you feel guilty." I pulled away from him and wiped away my tears once more.

"And listen, I don't agree with abortion..." I told him, staring him straight in his eyes. "This baby is coming. I don't care how famous you are!" 


He gave me a confused look. "I would never force you to do anything that you wouldn't want to- and yes! I do love you!" 

Niall finally approached us. "So, what are we going to do?"

"What can we do?" I questioned.

"I want to be involved in the baby's life," Harry spoke, crossing his arms. "Like hell you are..." I spat. 

"It's my child as well!" he yelled. "No it's not you idiot! You are to have nothing to do with it, you hear me?" 

"Guys! We can work this out! Stop fighting!" Niall butted in. "Shut up Niall!" Harry snapped.

"I don't need you Harry... and I will NEVER need you." 

"I love you Sarafina! Don't you get that?" "Don't you get that I think your words are lies?!"

He then pulled my arm and dragged me into my room, locking the door behind me. "Let go of me!" I spoke as I squirmed to get out of his tight grip. Niall banged on the door. "Open up Harry! Or i'll call Zayn!" he threatened.

Harry pushed me up against the wall and looked me straight in the eyes. I was just about to knee him when he lightly placed his lips against mine. I stopped squirming and absorbed the feeling. It reminded me of the first time we kissed... and though I knew that it was wrong, I loved it. 

His pace started getting faster and more passionate as I hesitantly kissed back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Niall continued to beat on the door. "It's okay Niall! I'm okay!" I yelled to him. Entangling my fingers in his curls, he picked me up and laid me down on my bed, moving his lips down to my neck. 

After sucking on my raw skin, he stopped and placed his forehead on mine.


"I love you, okay?" he told me. I nodded in return.




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