When he hung up it was 9:01. I had to meet someone, an actual human being, at my favorite cafe at 12.
Quickly, I ran to my bathroom and checked myself out in the mirror. I had mascara under my eyes, making me look extremely tired. My hair was sticking up in the back. And I had a little bit of drool on the corner of my mouth.
He saw that this morning...
I mentally punched myself in the face again for forgetting how horrible I look when I wake up.
I slid off all of my clothes and ran a shower. While scrubbing my body to a pulp with my raspberry scented bodywash, I literally poured half of my shampoo onto my head and started scrubbing my scalp as well.
After conditioning my hair and rinsing everything off, I jumped out of the shower, dried myself from head to toe, and brushed my teeth.
I layered my entire body with a raspberry smelling lotion, combed out my super curly hair, and started speed walking to my room to pick out an outfit.
Now usually, I love my outfits and have no problem with picking them out quickly and putting them on, no matter how it looked.
But today... nothing was freaking working out. I had no idea what to wear.
After a half an hour of putting on and throwing off different outfits, I settled with a chunky dark blue sweater, light blue skinny jeans, dark brown combat boots, and a beanie.
And I'm still not happy with this look. "Goodness..." I mumbled at the mirror for the thousandth time.
I honestly don't understand why I care so much...
Spraying on perfume, I picked up my cell phone and checked the time. 11:58. REALLY.
I quickly threw on a comfy scarf since it was a bit cold outside and ran out of my apartment's building.
As I approached the cafe, I saw him and stopped.
He was talking to a girl that looked around his age. It was obvious he was flirting with her.
"Can I get your number?" he asked her, giving her a wide smile.
A small pain played in my heart... what's wrong with me?
And as the girl was giving him a piece of paper with her number on it, he looked over at me, sort of in a startling way.
"N-nevermind love," he said to the girl as he handed her number back. She rolled her eyes when she saw me and stormed off.
Once she was out of sight, he walked towards me and smiled.
"Sarafina," he said guiltily. He knew that I saw the whole thing.
"Hey," I replied quietly, looking down at my hands. I finally understood what type of guy he was. I watched too many episodes of Law and Order SUV to recognize that he was one of those guys... that tries to get with ALL of the girls.
"What's wrong?" he questioned. Honestly, I didn't know what was wrong with me. I came here just to get to know a guy that I helped off of the streets, not stress about irrelevant things like my feelings.
He lifted my chin with his finger and stared at me with so much concern it actually looked like he cared.
"Are you jealous?"
When I heard that I quickly pushed his hand away and looked him straight in the eyes with all seriousness.
"Nope, why would I be?" I answered quickly.
"You're a terrible liar."
"Am not!" I argued back.
"I knew that you found me irresistible," he smirked. All of a sudden, I hated that smirk with a strong freaking passion.
"Why are you so narcissistic?" I questioned him.
"What does that mean-"
"Self-centered! Why do you think that you're so perfect?"
He shook his head disapprovingly.
"I never said that."
"But I know that you think you are."
"What would you know about me?" he snapped back.
"I know enough now to say that you're a player!" I scolded. Why was I so angry...
With each word he said, he inched closer to me,"I'm not a player, and refuse to take such words from a pathetic person such as yourself!"
I scoffed. "Oh really? Look at yourself first before you come at me with those words!"
I was backed up against the wall now, and his face was only a couple inches away from mine.
"Take that back!"
"You better..." he warned.
"Or else what?" I challenged, crossing my arms.
Suddenly, his lips were pressed against mine as he grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him. He kissed me with such love and passion, it took me a second to realize what was going on.
I kneed him in his crotch and pushed him away, slapping him during the process.
"What the hell was that!" I yelled in awe. He was holding his lower region just a bit, but got over the pain in a heart beat.
He glared at me. "I know that you've developed feelings for me," he said while smiling.
I slapped him 10 times harder. But it barely affected him at all. He just chuckled and bit his lip, attempting to grab my hands with his. I stepped back from him quickly. Didn't he get it?
"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... just admit it."
I sighed angrily. "I don't 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 again.
"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 stubbornly.
"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 know what? 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 smirked as I walked away with his mouth hanging wide open.
So much for relationships.
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