Curls, Curls, and more Curls
The Man-Whore In YOu
IT WAS ON THE SAME NIGHT! I WAS WITH HiM THAT NIGHT! THIS IS .....is....uh...DUMB! I threw the magazine I was reading across the office immediately regretting it. My boss caught a glimpse and rushed to his door, throwing it open.
"BRICKLYN! What did you throw across the room?" He shouted.
"Sorry sir, I will pick it up. Promise it won't happen again." I rushed to pick up the gossip magazine.
My boss grunted and shut his door and went back to work. Letting out a sigh of relief I sat back down and looked back at the article I was reading. There was a snap shop of Harry leaving the same club we were at the other night with a barbie walking behind him. In the article it was describing how some insighters saw the two getting cozy at the club and were making out where it escalated to them leaving together and hopping into a cab. Surely enough to hook up. I wasn't mad about the one night stand but that Harry had flirted earlier with me that same night trying to take me home with him. He was...was...uh...he was a man-whore! Yes he was a man-whore!
My phone started vibrating and it so happened to be the man-whore himself. It had been nearly a week since the nightclub and I did end up doing to another club with him a few days before because he called. I didn't quite enjoy the meet up but didn't neccessarily dislike it. I grunted and excused myself for a moment knowing I was going to be fuming mad. I walked outside and answered.
"What do you want?" I snapped.
"Ouch, someone isn't happy." He chuckled which irritated me.
"No, I am not very pleased Styles." I hissed.
"Should I ask why?" He was going to regret asking in a few seconds.
"I just read a lovely article about an asshole." Silence sunk in for a few seconds before Harry spoke again.
"Shit! What are they saying now?" He now sounded a tad pissed.
"How you are sleeping around with girls!"
"So? I like to have fun, I am 19 damn't! And it's not like we are dating." He was getting irritated already with my whining.
"It's not that, it is that it was the same night you tried to take me home!" I shot.
"So what? I just happened to meet a girl who wanted a little love from me."
"No you just found a slut!"
"Not every girl who has sex is a slut. If so than you can call me a name too for having sex!" He demanded.
"I already have. I called you a manwhore." I taunted.
"A what? Manwhore? Oh my god, you are just jealous that these girls aren't virgins like you!" He blasted.
Instantly I ended the call. There was a line that was crossed right when he said that. A second later my phone started vibrating. I ignored Harry's call, and than it started vibrating again. He kept calling and I kept ignoring him even as I sat back down at my desk. I was getting more fustrated with the constant vibrating and ended up turning my phone off. It was only a few minutes later until an advertisement of One Direction popped up on the computer screen and I saw that Man-Whores face and the fustration started again. I huffed and shut the monitor off, marched to my boss's office and told him I needed to leave, stomping back to my desk grabbing my jacket and bag. I was heading for home.
I was just a few blocks away until I small the little coffee shop that Rachael has shown me. I went in and ordered my drink and sat down, but quickly shot up when the Man-Whore's face was on the magazine right there in front of me on the table. I turned around ran right into a dude. Stumbling back, I looked up to see a very attractive man smiling down at me with his hands on my arms trying to stable me.
"Sorry about that babe." He smiled and stuck his hand out. "George."
"Oh you're fine, Bricklyn." I smiled back and shook his hand.
"Ah American! What part?" He asked.
"Utah." I blurted. Already knowing that he wouldn't know where, because I'll admit it, Utah isn't a popular spot.
"Ah, well I just wanted to come and see if I could wipe that horrible expression of your beautiful face." He said making me blush.
"Oh well, it did help a bit." I smiled embarrassed.
"Good, maybe another night we can go to dinner?" He asked.
"Uh sure, that sounds nice."
We exhanged numbers and he gave me a peck on the cheek as we departed. I walked threw the flat's door and plopped right on the couch taking my phone out. I had certainly felt better after that little encounter with the adorable brit to finally see what I was dealing with once I turned the phone on. I had 14 missed calls and 3 text all from Harry. I cleared the missed calls and looked at the text waiting to see what he said.
Bricklyn! I am honestly sorry about that. I shouldn't have said that, it was inapproprate to apply in the conversation.
BRICKLYN! Answer me!
Want to go to dinner?
THe last message made me laugh. Why in hell would he think I would go to dinner with him after he said that? I was still laughing about his idiotic message when Rachael came home two hours later.
"What so funny?" She questioned as she sat down next to me.
"Oh nothing just something Harry said to me." I said typing away on my laptop.
"OOOOH tell me what is was!" Sparking her interest.
"Nothing, just got into an arguement with him and than having him ask me to dinner." I sighed.
"Arguement? About what? Did you tell him you flew back to America?" She scooted the laptop away nearly, falling to the ground.
"No, he slept with another girl the same night he tried to sleep with me." I said grabbing the couch pillow and hugging it.
"Ah, well he does that a lot but don't let that stop you from going to dinner with him." She said shoving my shoulder and giving me a tight lip smile.
"I already have dinner plans with another guy." I sheeply said.
"BRICKLYN! With who?" She gleefully shouted.
"Some guy I ran into at that one coffee shop. He is really cute!" I gushed.
"So you like this guy? What about Harry?" Her face showing a confusing expression.
"I don't know about the guy, but it's not like I am dating Harry." I quoted him from earlier today.
"True but you have been a few dates with Harry, it looks like he is showing some interest with you buy asking you on a few more."
"Or he just really wants to break me and have sex with me." I was pretty sure he wanted that.
Rachael was still teasing me about George by the time I was ready to go to bed. I got up and stretched from the couch, and reached for my phone which had started to vibrate on the coffee table. Rachael was to quick and already snatched the phone up, her eyes lit up when she saw who it was.
"Hello?" She giggled. Giving me the idea it was either George or Harry. "Oh hello Harry." She smirked up at me. I immediately reached for the phone but she slapped my hands away.
"No she can't come to the phone for the moment she is taking a bath." She said. I was basically attacking her for my phone. Her hand holding my face back, blinding my sight.
"I will tell her you say sorry for today. Oh and this is her roomate Rachael." She had managed to tackle me to the ground and trap my arms so I was helplessly squirming.
"Yes, it is nice to meet you too. Maybe one night you can come over and see Bricklyn." She insisted, driving me more to escape and take the phone.
"RACHAEL!" I shouted, which made her chuckled as she gave him the address. Which meant he agreed to coming over.
"Tonight?" She was surprised my how soon he wanted to but gave in. "Yeah, come over right now. She will be here." She said giving me the eye."
"Alright, bye Harry." She chimed and shut the phone, jumping right off of me. I got up and tackled her down shaking her.
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!" I screamed. I honestly didn't want to see him.
"You need to hear him out. What if he has something to say that is really important." She said shaking me off her.
"Yeah right, probably just wanting to make fun of me being a virgin." I huffed and stormed to my room.
"He wouldn't do that." She said following me. "Now you need to fix yourself a little better before he arrives. You look sweaty." She teased and ducked out of the way as I threw my pillow at her.
I scooted her out of the room and slammed the door. I turned and looked into the mirror, I did break a sweat trying to take my phone away. I also could you know...sort of fix my hair a bit...just a bit. I straighten up my shirt and brushed back my curly red locks into a pony tail. I then snuck out my room into the bathroom and wiped down my face and neck ridding it from the sticky moisture.
Right in time, there was a knock on the door. I dashed to my room and slammed the door. I went quite listening to Rachael as she answered the door. I could hear her chuckling.
"Harry!" She greeted the guest.
"Uh, Hi Rachael?" A low raspy voice spoke.
"I will go and get her." Rachael said and I could hear foot prints coming towards the room. I hurried and sat on my bed pretending I was doing something this whole time.
"Bricklyn...He is here." She flashed her pearly whites. "You better come out or he will be coming in here." She threatened which earned a glare from me.
I huffed and walked out to see a Harry Styles glancing around at our small little flat. He stopped when he noticed me and smiled.
"Nice home." He said.
"Uh huh." I glared.
"I will just leave you to alone." Rachael said rushing towards her room.
"She is going to listen to this conversation you know that." I said warning Harry.
"Well hopefully she will get an hear full." He said starting back at me.
"So what do you want?" I barked, ready to get to the point and have him leave.
"I just want to tell you I am really sorry. I know I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean to make fun of you for being a virgin! Nothing is wrong with that! I mean, I wish I was a virgin too!" He said, eyes like a puppy dog.
I couldn't help chuckle at how hard he was trying. "You are making yourself look like a fool Harry."
"I know, but what I am really saying is that, I shouldn't be sleeping with all these girls and that....that I rather have you." He said slowly looking up from his lashes.
"W-what? What do you mean 'have me' Harry?" I asked, scared for what the answer would be.
"I mean I want you as the only girl to take home, and I mean that not in to have sex with you. I mean to have you and to call you mine." He said, slowly inching forward.
I couldn't speak or think for that matter. His face was getting really close and his breath was hot on my face. My eyes looking at his lips that were too close to my lips. Soon enough our lips met. Mine moving with his. His hands slid around my waist pulling me up to his face and finally my hands moved around his neck pulling him closer.
I needed to admit that I didn like Harry Styles, that I did want to see him, and that it did bug me that he was sleeping with all these girls when I wanted to be them. Yes, I admit that I wish I had sex with Harry Styles. But I was certain I was not going to tell that except that I did have the same feelings.
"BRICKLYN! What did you throw across the room?" He shouted.
"Sorry sir, I will pick it up. Promise it won't happen again." I rushed to pick up the gossip magazine.
My boss grunted and shut his door and went back to work. Letting out a sigh of relief I sat back down and looked back at the article I was reading. There was a snap shop of Harry leaving the same club we were at the other night with a barbie walking behind him. In the article it was describing how some insighters saw the two getting cozy at the club and were making out where it escalated to them leaving together and hopping into a cab. Surely enough to hook up. I wasn't mad about the one night stand but that Harry had flirted earlier with me that same night trying to take me home with him. He was...was...uh...he was a man-whore! Yes he was a man-whore!
My phone started vibrating and it so happened to be the man-whore himself. It had been nearly a week since the nightclub and I did end up doing to another club with him a few days before because he called. I didn't quite enjoy the meet up but didn't neccessarily dislike it. I grunted and excused myself for a moment knowing I was going to be fuming mad. I walked outside and answered.
"What do you want?" I snapped.
"Ouch, someone isn't happy." He chuckled which irritated me.
"No, I am not very pleased Styles." I hissed.
"Should I ask why?" He was going to regret asking in a few seconds.
"I just read a lovely article about an asshole." Silence sunk in for a few seconds before Harry spoke again.
"Shit! What are they saying now?" He now sounded a tad pissed.
"How you are sleeping around with girls!"
"So? I like to have fun, I am 19 damn't! And it's not like we are dating." He was getting irritated already with my whining.
"It's not that, it is that it was the same night you tried to take me home!" I shot.
"So what? I just happened to meet a girl who wanted a little love from me."
"No you just found a slut!"
"Not every girl who has sex is a slut. If so than you can call me a name too for having sex!" He demanded.
"I already have. I called you a manwhore." I taunted.
"A what? Manwhore? Oh my god, you are just jealous that these girls aren't virgins like you!" He blasted.
Instantly I ended the call. There was a line that was crossed right when he said that. A second later my phone started vibrating. I ignored Harry's call, and than it started vibrating again. He kept calling and I kept ignoring him even as I sat back down at my desk. I was getting more fustrated with the constant vibrating and ended up turning my phone off. It was only a few minutes later until an advertisement of One Direction popped up on the computer screen and I saw that Man-Whores face and the fustration started again. I huffed and shut the monitor off, marched to my boss's office and told him I needed to leave, stomping back to my desk grabbing my jacket and bag. I was heading for home.
I was just a few blocks away until I small the little coffee shop that Rachael has shown me. I went in and ordered my drink and sat down, but quickly shot up when the Man-Whore's face was on the magazine right there in front of me on the table. I turned around ran right into a dude. Stumbling back, I looked up to see a very attractive man smiling down at me with his hands on my arms trying to stable me.
"Sorry about that babe." He smiled and stuck his hand out. "George."
"Oh you're fine, Bricklyn." I smiled back and shook his hand.
"Ah American! What part?" He asked.
"Utah." I blurted. Already knowing that he wouldn't know where, because I'll admit it, Utah isn't a popular spot.
"Ah, well I just wanted to come and see if I could wipe that horrible expression of your beautiful face." He said making me blush.
"Oh well, it did help a bit." I smiled embarrassed.
"Good, maybe another night we can go to dinner?" He asked.
"Uh sure, that sounds nice."
We exhanged numbers and he gave me a peck on the cheek as we departed. I walked threw the flat's door and plopped right on the couch taking my phone out. I had certainly felt better after that little encounter with the adorable brit to finally see what I was dealing with once I turned the phone on. I had 14 missed calls and 3 text all from Harry. I cleared the missed calls and looked at the text waiting to see what he said.
Bricklyn! I am honestly sorry about that. I shouldn't have said that, it was inapproprate to apply in the conversation.
BRICKLYN! Answer me!
Want to go to dinner?
THe last message made me laugh. Why in hell would he think I would go to dinner with him after he said that? I was still laughing about his idiotic message when Rachael came home two hours later.
"What so funny?" She questioned as she sat down next to me.
"Oh nothing just something Harry said to me." I said typing away on my laptop.
"OOOOH tell me what is was!" Sparking her interest.
"Nothing, just got into an arguement with him and than having him ask me to dinner." I sighed.
"Arguement? About what? Did you tell him you flew back to America?" She scooted the laptop away nearly, falling to the ground.
"No, he slept with another girl the same night he tried to sleep with me." I said grabbing the couch pillow and hugging it.
"Ah, well he does that a lot but don't let that stop you from going to dinner with him." She said shoving my shoulder and giving me a tight lip smile.
"I already have dinner plans with another guy." I sheeply said.
"BRICKLYN! With who?" She gleefully shouted.
"Some guy I ran into at that one coffee shop. He is really cute!" I gushed.
"So you like this guy? What about Harry?" Her face showing a confusing expression.
"I don't know about the guy, but it's not like I am dating Harry." I quoted him from earlier today.
"True but you have been a few dates with Harry, it looks like he is showing some interest with you buy asking you on a few more."
"Or he just really wants to break me and have sex with me." I was pretty sure he wanted that.
Rachael was still teasing me about George by the time I was ready to go to bed. I got up and stretched from the couch, and reached for my phone which had started to vibrate on the coffee table. Rachael was to quick and already snatched the phone up, her eyes lit up when she saw who it was.
"Hello?" She giggled. Giving me the idea it was either George or Harry. "Oh hello Harry." She smirked up at me. I immediately reached for the phone but she slapped my hands away.
"No she can't come to the phone for the moment she is taking a bath." She said. I was basically attacking her for my phone. Her hand holding my face back, blinding my sight.
"I will tell her you say sorry for today. Oh and this is her roomate Rachael." She had managed to tackle me to the ground and trap my arms so I was helplessly squirming.
"Yes, it is nice to meet you too. Maybe one night you can come over and see Bricklyn." She insisted, driving me more to escape and take the phone.
"RACHAEL!" I shouted, which made her chuckled as she gave him the address. Which meant he agreed to coming over.
"Tonight?" She was surprised my how soon he wanted to but gave in. "Yeah, come over right now. She will be here." She said giving me the eye."
"Alright, bye Harry." She chimed and shut the phone, jumping right off of me. I got up and tackled her down shaking her.
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!" I screamed. I honestly didn't want to see him.
"You need to hear him out. What if he has something to say that is really important." She said shaking me off her.
"Yeah right, probably just wanting to make fun of me being a virgin." I huffed and stormed to my room.
"He wouldn't do that." She said following me. "Now you need to fix yourself a little better before he arrives. You look sweaty." She teased and ducked out of the way as I threw my pillow at her.
I scooted her out of the room and slammed the door. I turned and looked into the mirror, I did break a sweat trying to take my phone away. I also could you know...sort of fix my hair a bit...just a bit. I straighten up my shirt and brushed back my curly red locks into a pony tail. I then snuck out my room into the bathroom and wiped down my face and neck ridding it from the sticky moisture.
Right in time, there was a knock on the door. I dashed to my room and slammed the door. I went quite listening to Rachael as she answered the door. I could hear her chuckling.
"Harry!" She greeted the guest.
"Uh, Hi Rachael?" A low raspy voice spoke.
"I will go and get her." Rachael said and I could hear foot prints coming towards the room. I hurried and sat on my bed pretending I was doing something this whole time.
"Bricklyn...He is here." She flashed her pearly whites. "You better come out or he will be coming in here." She threatened which earned a glare from me.
I huffed and walked out to see a Harry Styles glancing around at our small little flat. He stopped when he noticed me and smiled.
"Nice home." He said.
"Uh huh." I glared.
"I will just leave you to alone." Rachael said rushing towards her room.
"She is going to listen to this conversation you know that." I said warning Harry.
"Well hopefully she will get an hear full." He said starting back at me.
"So what do you want?" I barked, ready to get to the point and have him leave.
"I just want to tell you I am really sorry. I know I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean to make fun of you for being a virgin! Nothing is wrong with that! I mean, I wish I was a virgin too!" He said, eyes like a puppy dog.
I couldn't help chuckle at how hard he was trying. "You are making yourself look like a fool Harry."
"I know, but what I am really saying is that, I shouldn't be sleeping with all these girls and that....that I rather have you." He said slowly looking up from his lashes.
"W-what? What do you mean 'have me' Harry?" I asked, scared for what the answer would be.
"I mean I want you as the only girl to take home, and I mean that not in to have sex with you. I mean to have you and to call you mine." He said, slowly inching forward.
I couldn't speak or think for that matter. His face was getting really close and his breath was hot on my face. My eyes looking at his lips that were too close to my lips. Soon enough our lips met. Mine moving with his. His hands slid around my waist pulling me up to his face and finally my hands moved around his neck pulling him closer.
I needed to admit that I didn like Harry Styles, that I did want to see him, and that it did bug me that he was sleeping with all these girls when I wanted to be them. Yes, I admit that I wish I had sex with Harry Styles. But I was certain I was not going to tell that except that I did have the same feelings.
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