Turning Tables

In school Harry Styles was good looking and popular, desired by many. He had the world at his feet. Calista Freemont was awkward and uncoordinated, always left out. Harry Styles made her life a living hell. Years later, the tables turned for Calista, now making a living in London, working as a successful model. When they meet again, years after their time at school, they fall back into old patterns, unable to get along. But the more time they spend with each other, the more they realize they’re not so different.

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When Cali came home from the meeting with her agent she was tired and she just wanted to go to bed. It was almost 10 pm and she had to wake up bright and early. With a yawn, she dug in her purse for her flat key as she ascended the stairs. But once she reached the top, she saw it. There were boxes stacked from floor to ceiling in front of her door. She growled to herself as she noticed the boxes were duct taped to the wall. There was literally enough duct tape taped across them to fully mummify a human body.

She stood there in shock. Who the hell would do something like that? And then it dawned on her. It was Harry. Fucking prick. She growled again as she turned to face his door. Clenching her hand into a fist, she began relentlessly pounding on it until it swung open. Harry stood there with a smirk on his face.

“Cali, what brings you to my door?” Harry asked, pretending he did know why she was there.

“Fuck you, Styles. How pathetic are you that you have to do something so childish!” She yelled at him.

“What do you mean?” He asked, playing dumb. Cali could hear his little shit best mate snickering in his living room. She was sure Louis was his accomplice, no less.

“Don’t play dumb,” she growled, glaring at him.

“You sure are sexy when you’re angry,” Harry commented as he cocked his eyebrow.

“Move,” she spat, pushing passed him into his flat.

“What are you doing?” He asked, sounding surprised that she was barging in.

Cali stalked to his kitchen and grabbed the largest knife out of his knife block. She turned around to see Harry in the archway of his kitchen.

“Whoa, Crazy. Calm down,” Harry said, holding up his hands, backing away from her.

Move,” she snapped and he let her by without a word. She stalked through his flat with the knife in her hand.

“Holy shit,” she heard Louis gasp.

She ignored him and made her way to the hallway and began cutting through all the duct tape with the knife, knocking the boxes out of her way. Once her path was cleared, she turned back around, silently making her way back into Harry’s flat. Harry and Louis were watching her with shocked expressions. She went back into the kitchen and stabbed the knife straight in the butcher’s block so it was sticking straight up and down. And then she walked up to Harry.

“Fuck you and your shitty antics. It’s easy to put you in the category of ‘nothing to me’. It’s where you’ve been for so long now. And it seems to fit you well. Leave me the fuck alone… forever,” she said, straight to his face. He swallowed hard, but didn’t say anything. With that, she stalked back to her flat door, opened it and slammed it shut, leaving them both in her wake.

 

Then next morning, Cali woke up with the sun. She walked out of her flat to grab her newspaper and swiftly shut it behind her again. She took a seat at her table with her tea and the paper and let herself have a few moments before she got ready for the day.

While she was taking her shower that morning, she turned on her stereo to listen to music. She decided to turn it up loudly, in hopes to annoy Harry in any way possible. She hoped it disrupted his magical beauty sleep. Fucking dick.

After her shower, she walked to the kitchen to make some more tea. She was only wearing her underwear – not fully ready for the day yet. Her long wet hair was messy and cascading down her back, dripping as she walked. As she sipped her hot tea, she hummed along with the music.

When the song changed she groaned. It was a song that reminded her of her ex-boyfriend. She really didn’t want to listen to it, so she set her cup on the counter and started making her way to her iPod. Before she could make it, she was stopped dead in her tracks. Harry Styles was standing in her opened doorway, his sleepy-eyes wide and plastered onto her bare chest.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!?” She screamed as she used her arms to cover her chest.

“I-I knocked…” He stammered.

“What the hell do you want?” She snapped.

“For you to turn your music down,” Harry said as a smirk slowly made its way onto his face.

“Stop looking at my tits, Harry,” she snapped and his eyes finally met hers for the first time that morning.

“It’s too fucking early. Turn it down,” he demanded.

“Why should I? You’re a dick to me, why can’t I be a bitch to you?” She asked.

“Just turn it the fuck down,” he snapped and she scoffed at him.

His eyes trailed down her legs and back up again.

“When the hell did you get hot?” He asked as another smile grazed his lips. Cali scoffed again.

“You used to be…” He began and made a face at the memory of what she used to look like. She rolled her eyes at him. What a dick.

“Did you have work done?” He asked and it took everything in her not to punch him in the damn face.

“Hell no,” she snapped angrily and he let out a laugh.

“Stop staring at me,” she scolded him.

“I can’t. You’re… hot,” he said as his eyes worked over her body again. It was literally the last straw for her when she saw him lick his lips as he looked at her.

“Get the hell out of my flat!” She yelled.

“Turn your music down!” He yelled back.

“Fine! Just get out!” She told him and he smirked again.

“GET OUT!” She snapped, moving toward him to push the door shut as the other hand held her bare chest. Harry just laughed as she tried to get him out.

“I’m pretty sure this is some sort of sexual harassment, not to mention breaking and entering,” Cali pointed out.

“I didn’t break anything. The door was unlocked,” Harry said with a smirk.

Damn it. She needed to remember to lock her door after she got the paper in the morning. Especially now that she had a pervert living across the hall from her.

“Harry, if you don’t get the fuck out…” She began to threaten. Harry let out another laugh. He thought this was funny. She could kill him.

Cali took a deep breath and let her arms fall from her chest to use both hands to shove him out of her house. His eyes locked with her breasts again as his body moved backwards freely through the doorway. Once he was out, she slammed the door in his face and locked it behind her.

Mother fucker.

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