Chapter 7
Go Your Own Way

Eve's P.O.V
As we enter Harry's flat, he slams me against the wall. Right now, we're both just lips and hands. My hands unbuttoning his shirt, his hands unzipping my dress. You can tell the difference between experience, Harry's hand so calm, my hands a shaking mess. It's not only me that notices as Harry lets out a chuckle and pulls away. He takes a step back, and without breaking eye contact, he slowly unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall to the floor.I follow his lead and let my dress slide down to my body and to the floor. I was a bit surprised to find the straps had been pulled down. Smooth bastard. Harry bites his lip as he looks me up and down, 'Wow, I knew you beautiful, but I didnt expect that.' And with that, he led me to his bedroom.

Next Morning
I wake up the next morning to find Harry gone. I take the oppurtunity to sprawl across the bed. OW! A pain all of a sudden appears in between my legs. Bloody hell, I nearly forgot about last night. Even though Harry was gentle, it still hurt. But it was perfect. I couldn't help the silly grin spread across my face as I realize that Harry loves me and I him.
I decide to move from bed and go into the living room. I take a seat next to Harry. Instantly I know somethings not right.

'Harry, whats wrong?' I ask with more nerves than voice.
'Look, I've been thinking....' Harry pauses for what feels like forever before continuing to say,'It wont work between us'
Eh?! My jaw hits the floor and my eyes pop out of my head. 'Why wouldn't it work Harry?' 'Because I'll be gone all the time.' I couldn't help but explode. 'What the fuck Harry?! You come to my friends birthday party, tell everyone you love me, 'serenade' me, have sex with me and now you're fucking me off?!'
'I'm sorry Eve, I really am' I was stood up now, but Harry remained seated with his head down.
'I've had enough of your fucking apologies Harry, I'm being deadly serious now, you ever come near me again, I'll run, and I'll make sure you never find me' Harrys eyes listed to meet mine.' What, run like you did a couple of weeks after we met?'
I can't beleive he said that.
'That's not fair Harry, I hate you' Harrys face scrunched up like he had been punched in the stomach.
After watching his reaction I walked away. Harry came after me but before he could say anything I said, 'Thanks, for making me regret my first time, prick'
Then I slammed the door.
I ran down the steps to the exit and soon as the fresh air hit me, I collapsed to the floor, surrounded by the wind and my tears.
As far I'm concerned, Harry Styles doesn't exsist. Not the one I knew anyway.