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...


22. Chapter 22- Niall's POV

 I watched as she fell on the sidewalk, completely losing consciousness.

"Sarafina!" Harry yelled, cradling her body while calling 911. "What the hell Niall!"  "I'm so sorry! It was an accident!" I yelled back.

I did it for a reason... I needed her to be in the hospital so that we could reveal whether or not I was the father. I NEEDED to know. And what if she didn't go to the hospital to see? What if she is too in love with Harry to accept the fact that I could maybe be the baby's father? I was too eager to find out. 

That's why I didn't answer any of her messages, texts, or calls. I was completely losing it. I was a rapist. 

An ambulance showed up five minutes later, gently placing her body on a gurney and wheeling her into their vehicle.

Harry wasn't allowed to go with. Neither was I. "Please! I'm her boyfriend!" he begged, grabbing the paramedic by the shirt.

"I'm sorry sir, we simply do not have enough room, but you can meet us at the hospital," the man spoke calmly, releasing himself from Harry's grip and hopping into the ambulance with Sarafina.

I felt terrible for punching her. It was originally aimed for Harry, but that thought of putting her in the hospital hit me harder than hitting Harry. The idea that I could be the father could probably hurt Harry more than the punch anyways.


"-He punched her in the face for no reason! We were arguing and she tried to stop us. That's when he hit her," I heard Harry tell the police angrily. "That is not true! It was an accident!" I spat, crossing my arms.

"Well boys, her building's security cameras caught the whole thing. And until we get the footage of what really happened, you're BOTH staying the night in our custody."

Harry's face went pale as my heart dropped. We were famous. This would be everywhere. I should've thought of that before...

"...Niall Horan, you are under arrest for the assault of Sarafina Richardson. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have a right to attorney-" the officer spoke, cuffing my hands behind my back.

"Wait, there's no proof that I did it!" I yelled nervously. "Actually, a witness just reported that she did indeed see you punch Miss Richardson in the face."

I gulped. This was the end of the line for me.


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