Temptations

School's out. Mission accomplished. I managed to avoid Harry in the last of my five class periods. I nearly felt sick to my stomach because of that double lunch I had. This coming from someone obsessed with food. Speaking of, I saw Harry sit again with the plastic clan. I saw him looking at me when he thought I wasn't looking but Debbie and the rest of the whores tried to sway his attention solely on them. Ugh, they make my skin crawl. They're not even that great looking. You know how someone could be ugly because they talk or ever exist? Well, that's those girls in a nutshell. I don't see the point in sitting next to any of those inhuman creatures. Of course he'd be sucked in as I predicted since I'm not sure if anyone else has tried to talk to him. Least I don't think.

Nevertheless I made good with avoiding Harry for the class part. I shuffled out of the last class I had with him, which was my last class of the day and quickly went to my locker before he could catch up. When I saw him speaking with the teacher I bolted as fast as I could to the salvation of my locker, then possibly out to see if De's mom is waiting for her early. If Harry caught me then it'd be a little hard to resist frankly. He still thought I was going to ride with him back home. Hell no. That was never cleared with my Dad anyway. I only agreed to the morning. He just would have to accept it and move on. I wonder if anybody ever told him no and he actually accepted it.

I skipped over to a different bus stop toward the back of the campus. Maybe Harry will be thrown off by the change and just drive off without me. The front of the school was too obvious. I so badly wanted to wait there, if only to see Louis again so he can ask me for a ride and linger there like he did yesterday. Louis is so fucking hot it's just a problem for me.

I sat on the bench, it was cold as I expected. Hardly anyone comes out to the back since it's normally an area were the misfits and emos smoke their lungs out and compare whose sketches, I didn't mind. I just stay out of it. I'm intense but I could never be into the whacked out stuff that some of those emotionally disturbed individuals are into.

I took an art class once and almost started listening to the latest Coldplay and contemplated slitting my wrists. I don't joke about that stuff ever and I feel uncomfortable around those people as is. It's another clique with rules that I yawn at. Music was where it's at and now drama. Drama with Louis, yummy. Shit, save it for tomorrow. Putting out is an option, but uh, I think Louis actually does like me. He could have done something so easily earlier but that's not what happened. He could have seduced me, and boy if he had I wouldn't have been able to fight it. Why fight a face like his? But De was right about guys. Patience is key, plus our hormones sometimes become our worst enemy and we have to be careful. I don't want to be too careful but I also wanna have fun.

Someone like Harry would always want to have fun. I don't think he's ever been in love before. De would clock me over the head if I was thinking about Harry this much. Why can't I stop?

My mouth twitched in a smile. I looked around and realized De's mom nor De herself didn't know where I was waiting. Totally forget to tell them. I grabbed my phone and brought up both their contacts.

"I'm here. Finally found you." I looked up, what the fuck?

Harry's Lexis pulled up and he looked at me with those fuck me eyes through the crack of the window.

"Harry, I'm not riding with you." I said simply. He rolled down the window all the way looking at me.

He was staring at me, biting his lip. I tried to focus back on my phone.

"Remember what I said about manners? Come on now. I don't do this for everyone you know?"

"How tragic. Still no." I waved him off and went back to my phone. My god he was being a nuisance.

I looked up and heard him getting out of his car. That triggered me to move away. I had no idea what the hell he was going to do.

I backed up into the bench, shaking slightly. "W-what are you doing?"

He went to grab my bag easily, slung it on his back and turned to me. "Don't be like this. I said I would come for you and you're coming with me. End of story."

"Forcing me to do things in your favor? Wow, what an appealing quality." I stood up, my tiny frame being dwarfed by his but I still stood my ground. I'm not gonna take shit lying down.

I gritted my teeth and slapped him hard across his face. It felt good hitting him. He let my bag fall to the ground, his face still turned in the place where I slapped him. His eyes were closed; I was scared of him now. He swallowed. His Adam's apple was bobbing up and down with a clench of his jaw.

"Wrong move babe. Wrong fucking move." He didn't turn when he grabbed my waist up and smashed his mouth against mine, fighting to open my mouth but I wouldn't let him. He backed my body up against his car and trapped me there with a strong hold I couldn't push through.

"Play. Fucking. Nice." He breathed against my lips, pressing them against mine through my closed kiss. I wouldn't let him win. He can't.

I struggled against him, pounding on his chest when he tried again to pry open my lips. I could sense his tongue wanting to slither to meet mine.

I pulled back and slapped his cheek again, harder than the first one.

"Harry stop it." I began to fight against him as he continued to have this weird hold over my body.

My arms were pushing against his chest hard. My finger nails about to claw and dig into him when he caught me, He kissed me hard, his lips covering mine, oblivious to anyone around us.

"Harry, stop kissing mmm-me."

He silenced me again, kissing every corner of my lips that he didn't before. I was actually allowing this. I didn't pull away, though it was the right thing to do.

He pulled away finally, taking my hands and holding them above my head, probably to keep me from going anyway. But he didn't tighten his hands on me, it was a loose grip."Get inside and I will stop."

Somehow I didn't believe him. Never believe a guy when it comes to making out.

He was pathetic. I couldn't believe he was doing this to me. He had some nerve doing this; well I allowed a lot of it, all these advances on me just so I would ride in his stupid car.

"You have no idea how much I hate you." I said gruffly, my voice was still breathy from all that action. I tried to hide it but the Harry smirk came out when he finally let go.

"Now you don't mean that, love. Now get in please. We're having an early dinner, my mum just texted me. She said it's easier to get you on the way." I was about to say something when his two fingers lightly touched my swollen lips.

"And before you start arguing with me again your Dad OK'd it." He kissed my cheek while I rolled my eyes. There is no escaping this guy. "Let's go beautiful."

The way Harry said beautiful it was like he was reading a story; he enunciated every syllable like he meant it. Yeah right. This guy is charmer, even Lucky the Leprechaun thinks he should tone it down.

I realized there was no point in fighting him since he had my Dad on his side now. Anne seemed nice and I didn't want to make a bad impression even though her son is a punk who seems to get his way a lot. Then again, is that what it really is? Does Harry have any flaws? Why did I want to know so badly? Why did I care to know him?
Maybe it was the way he kissed me. Maybe it was that last kiss; the one where I was the one who closed my eyes this time.

I wouldn't let him know that.

"Sounds swell." I couldn't hide how I really felt about this arrangement and I didn't support it one bit.

Why can't Harry Styles just leave me alone already? Since when did my Dad talk to anyone other than me or my Uncle Paul? I didn't understand any of it and Harry just went along with all this like it was normal. Weirdo. I bit my tongue, scooped up my bag pack Harry dropped but he tugged at it first.

"Let me." He smiled, showing his dimples. I closed my eyes and let him take it.

All he did was put it in the back, probably to give me room in the front. Wait what? Harry is actually doing something nice for me? I won't believe it.

I went to open the door but Harry opened it for me. He smiled wider this time. This wasn't anything. He's just my chauffeur. I sighed and climbed in the front seat while he shut door and walked to the other side. He left the motor on and it was playing some weird White Strips song. Harry has odd taste in music.

He backed out of the school and glanced at me from the side. Please don't say anything, please, if there is a god in heaven, don't let him talk to me.

"You know, you're quite sexy when you're over-thinking in silence, love." His voice got even lower, it sounded like a radio voice. "Don't worry, I don't bite."

That's what I'm afraid of. He bites me I'll bite back harder; and enjoy it. Fuck.

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