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...

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9. Chapter 9- Harry's POV

Harry's POV

Ever since she passed out, I've been watching her constantly. She was hurting as much as I was.

"NO NO NO NO!" she yelled in my arms. She frantically sat up, gripping the bed sheets tightly.  I was quick to rubbing her back slowly. "Shhh you're okay, lie back down sweetheart..." I spoke, trying to convince her to relax.

She looked back at me with fear and sadness in her beautiful green eyes. I wanted to kiss her pain and tears away so badly... but she wasn't mine yet.

She laid back down into my arms and grasped me tightly while snuggling her head into my neck. I smirked. It already felt like she was mine. 

I pulled the comforters up to her shoulders and stroked her arm slowly, watching her fall asleep instantly.

Sarafina was different. Different from all of the other girls I've been with in the past.

She wasn't eager to be with me and have sex with me. She didn't even want me in her life at all. If anything, she pushed me out and told me the harsh truth about myself. It just made me want her more.

She saved me that day. The world doesn't know it, but lately I've been suicidal. I can't take the fame anymore. Enough is enough. I've been doing this for six years... and I don't know if I can take the hate anymore. Don't get me wrong though, I love doing what I do.

 Sarafina is right about me. I am a player. I have sex with random girls every night to drown away my pain for a couple of hours.

The day that she picked me up, I was trying to get drunk enough to walk myself into a street and get run over, hopefully. If I didn't see her that day, I would've.

I don't cut because then, people would notice. They'd force me to live. And it's not their choice.

She cared for me in a way that is unforgettable. She cared for me with so much love.

She gave me a reason to live.

Ever since I looked into her eyes for the first time, I knew that she was precious.

My miracle.

I cuddled her closer to me and kissed her forehead. 

She's my savior, no doubt about it.

 

Sorry for the short crappy chapter, I'll upload later tonight. Thanks for reading if ya did :) 

Comment for more tonight <3 thanks again .! 

 

 

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