Mistaken Identity

I've loved him. But from the side of the street, or the back of the classroom. I just wanted to feel him. His kiss, his hands up my waist, him whispering in my ear. But there was one tiny fault: his skank. The girl who only cared about having Harry under her every command. She didn't care about his feelings or his heart like I did. She had a mistaken identity that he still needed to find out.


3. chapter two

I walked over to Alicia and scolded her. 

"What the fuck was so important that you had to interrupt me?" I asked with my blood boiling. I turned to see that Harry was watching me, more my bum. Either way, my heart was beating out of my chest. 

"I just wanted to tell you, you were just talking to Harry! You've been in love with him for, like, ever!" she screeched. I winced at the yelling. Harry chuckled from behind me. I turned to him and smiled painfully. 

"Alicia, why are you so idiotic? Yes, I was talking to him, until you had to call me over here to tell me that!" I whisper-yelled at her. She face palmed herself and sighed. 

"I'm so sorry. I'm such an ass." I nodded and gave her a duh face. She gave me a look as if to say go talk to him again. I took a deep breath and exhaled before walking up to him. 

"Hey, uh...sorry about that. She's not uh," I turned back to look at Alicia downing a shot and high-fiving Adam. "all put together sometimes. Other than that, she's great." He nodded and looked at her dancing on the dance floor with Adam by her side. 

"She seems nice. Uh...I heard what she had to say back there." I blushed while looking at the floor. 

"Um...sorry about that. She still has to learn not to say some things out loud." I looked back at her and she waved to me, then turned back to Adam and pounded her fist in the air. "Yeah..." He chuckled and stared at my chest, not hiding the fact that he was burning a hole through my shirt. 

"So....want to dance?" he asked with a smirk playing at his lips. I hesitated for a moment as I stared at his outstretched hand. 

"Uh...yes?" He smiled and leaned in to my ear.

"No. That's a yes. No hesitation." I nodded and smiled weakly. 

He pulled me onto the dance floor a.k.a. the living room just without the couches, TV, or tables. I giggled as he turned me to have my back pressed against his front. He moved his hips along with mine to the music. 

"Harry?!" Oh. My. God. Harry held me closer, as he had not heard the scream from the girl standing right next to us. "Harry!" she screamed again, but louder. Every body in the room stopped moving, breathing, and tuned their heads to face the incident going on. 

"Sabrina?" Harry asked stunned. She glared at me and then put on a pitty face. "What are you doing here?!" he yelled, pissed off that she was making a scene. 

"Why are you dancing with this slut?" seh scoffed, giving me an evil smirk. 

"Ok, why do you have to activate your birch mode just because I'm dancing with a guy that you obviously had no feelings for after you had sex with another guy!" I screamed at her. She huffed and told me I was number one. She turned on her heel with her head held high. 

"Ok, I'm so sorry about that," Harry whispered to me after everyone turned back to their own activities. 

"I-It's ok. I-I'm sorry for my tantrum. I didn't need to bring up what happened in front of everyone." He chuckled and kissed my cheek. 

"It's fine. I'm glad you did that. Now, everyone can find out what a bitch she was." I giggled and nodded. He smiled and pulled me closer to him as a slow song came on. Everyone in the room cheered and grabbed the boy or girl next to them and technically grinded, just in very slow motion and in the front. He smiled and place Shia hands on my waist as mine traveled to his neck. He swayed back and forth. I smiled as we slow danced, being the only people in the room dancing old school. 

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