Opposites Attract

Harry Styles is the typical bad boy. But, what happens when he falls hard for a good girl? Will he win her heart?

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2. Chapter 2

Mackenzie's P.O.V.

"No, Neel isn't coming." I closed my locker shut after carrying all my history books, walking to the exit door.

"Niall!" She corrected defensively. I refrained from showing how much I didn't care. "So only Harry?"

"Yes, Marles. See you later. Have fun at lacrosse." I waved at her, and then caught up with my dad in his car.

"Harry agreed, so I hope you have your history books." He smiled as he pulled out of the school parking lot.

"Yes." I groaned.

"Come on, one hour and a half 3 days a week isn't that bad!"

"I know but-" My eyes widened. "Did you just say-"

"Kenz-"

"Why can't you do it?" I whined.

"Suck it up, Autumn. Why are you so against this?"

He used my middle name when he was serious about something and I instantly inferred I wouldn't win this fight. But that didn't stop me from trying. "Why aren't you? Don't you think he's a bad influence? Dad, you do know the real reason why he was late to your class, right?" I looked at him uncomfortably, his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter and he cleared his throat.

"No, I don't."

I muffled laughs knowing that my dad was clearly very awkward in this situation. He was always like that. He never even gave me the 'talk'. I learned the normal teenage way. Television.

***

As soon as I got home. I turned on the shower and spent my sweet time in there until Eva banged on it yelling to get out.

"IN A MINUTE!" I screamed wrapping myself around a towel shivering with every step I take. I squeezed the remaining water out of my hair and tip toed out the bathroom not wanting to get on Eva's bad side. The more time I spend in there, the more time I'll get hassled about it and I don't have time for that. Her voice irritates me and I've put up with it long enough. I ran into my bedroom and closed it still trembling. The cold air stinging my skin unpleasantly. I held my clothes to my chest and turned around-

"Hey there." A voice said. I squealed holding my towel tighter, astonished. I stared at him finding it hard to process the fact that he was in my room, laying down in my bed, now watching me as I stood there in a towel, a smug smirk planted on his face. I ran out of my room, my face a scarlet red, and slammed my face into the bathroom door. I've forgotten that Eva was in there. Ignoring the pain my face was experiencing at the moment, I peeked back into my room to find him chuckling. "It's no problem, you can change in front of me. I don't mind!"

"Please get out and let me change." I squeaked at him. He was obviously amused at my reaction because he was bending over with laughter. He walked out of my room and I quickly put on some pajamas annoyed at his appearance. Why is he so early? I opened the door to find him standing against my wall, looking me up and down.

"I actually liked you better in a towel." He walked back in and sat on my bed with a jump, laying down after with both hands behind his head.

"Why are you so early. You're supposed to be here at six thirty." I avoided his eyes, drying my hair with my semi wet towel. I will never ever outlive this day.

"Couldn't. Have band practice." He stated closing his eyes, getting very comfortable in my bed.

"My dad let you in?"

"Nope, your back door was open." He clarified as if it wasn't trespassing.

"You just walked in?" I squinted my eyes at him appalled.

"Yep."

"I don't think my dad will be happy to hear that you basically broke into our house." I pushed his feet off my bed getting no reaction from him.

"I didn't break in! It was open." He defended. "Whatever, can we just get to math or something. I've got places to be and people to see." He rushed me opening one eye to look at me. He was actually very rude and it got me wondering how people tolerate him because I don't think I can do this 3 days a week. Was extra credit worth it?

"It's history," I placed the books on the bed making the bed bounce back up, "And you're failing."

He laughed dryly. "No shit."

"We're gonna get your grade up to at least a C minus." I flipped a random history book open and placed it on his lap, but he stared at it dumbfounded. "Starting with us reading together. So read out loud."

He furrowed his eyebrows obviously not too pleased. "What is this? Elementary school? Yeah no."

"Can you just read, Neither of us wants to be here so why don't we just make the most of it?"

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