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...


5. Chapter 5

It's been exactly 21 minutes since he left and I don't know why, but I feel so empty now.

I mean sure, I've never friendships or even relationships with anyone for 12 years... I'm just so used to being alone.

Until he came.

I've never talked to anyone unless they talked to me. 

Until he came.

I don't deserve to talk to anyone anyways... I'll never deserve that.


I heard my cell phone ringing and rushed to it's sound in my kitchen. Picking it up, I saw a blocked number... ohhh great.

I decided to put on an obnoxious british accent just in case it was him,"Hello darling! May I ask who this is?" I said loudly into the phone.

Wow, I'm so pathetic...

"I know it's you." Leather jacket. Of course. "You know you didn't have to lie about your last name babe." Of course he searched up my address...


I sighed."What do you want?"

"I just want to get to know you."

"I'm sorry but no."

"Do you like rejecting people?" Actually no, I've never rejected a person in my entire life.

"No..." I muttered.

"Then please, we can talk at a public place with lots of people around, if you think I'm that much of a criminal-"

"I don't think you're a criminal," I interrupted.

"Well then, how's about we meet at the cafe just around your apartment at twelve this afternoon. Is that okay?"

I hesitated, remembering the last thing that my mom said to me.

"Fine... okay? I'll be there. Happy now?" I replied in defeat.

"Delightful," he chuckled. 

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