Lia's P.O.V

I unlock the door to my apartment and close it behind me before locking it and taking off my shoes. I sigh heavily as I bend down to pick them up and place them in the small closet. Before shutting the door I see a pair of Steve Madden flats in the corner behind my muddy, red pair of converse. But I don't remember buying those? Did I even own Steve Madden? Rethinking over all of my online shopping, and mall trips I come to the conclusion that they aren't mine. They must belong to one of Harry's friends I'm sure.

Ignoring the pretty shoes, I close the closet door and walk into the kitchen. I open the refrigerator looking around for something to snack on, and deciding on a strawberry yogurt. I don't really like strawberry actually. I like strawberry and banana, but I guess Harry had decided that he would have the last one.

Walking towards our living room I take a seat on the couch and put on the TV.

"Sh*t," I cursed to myself as I scroll through the TV menu.

I missed the Originals for the second time in a row. The only bad part is that I'm going to have to wait until next week for the re-runs before the new episode. I should have just had Maria take a nap and took my chances, but instead I was in a good mood today and decided to take her out for ice cream. Speaking of a good mood, I was actually a great baby sitter today so I think my brother should at least give me some kind of raise. Forty dollars is a steal, even if he's family.

Inhaling deeply, I tilt my head back and close my eyelids sleepily.

"So tired," I breath out in a small voice.

Since this morning I've been at my brother house, trying my best to entertain a five year old. Which explains why I'm so tired.

Cocking my head up to look at the clock, I notice that I thankfully still have time to kill before my night shift at Gravity tonight. And I'm definitely gonna treat myself to a nap. Once I get up and shut the TV off, I grab my black purse and shut off the kitchen lights. I walk down my apartment hallway coming towards Harry's room who I share this flat with.

See we were neighbors since we were both eight and nine. Then we graduated, and our moms had found out that we would be attending the same college. So they persuaded us both into renting this apartment together which is not too far from our University.

I mean Harry is a really nice guy, it's just that he has his habits. And by habits I mean, the sport of bringing home a different girl every day, and night is his type of fun. As I walks towards his bedroom, I hear soft moaning with small giggle at the end, I'm guessing he's home?

It wouldn't hurt to check on him, right. As I stand in front of his door, there is a medium size crack open giving me a glimpse of the action within his room.



My eyes widen as I witness Harry on top of an unknown chick with long, brunette hair. Again Harry, finds his charm and uses it. My throat becomes parched as he leans downward to leaves kisses from her jaw and down unto her neck. After, he continues to take full control and thrusts into her breathlessly, having the girl's fingers grasp onto his bed sheets.

"Fuck baby fuck," Harry breaths with his eyes hooded.

His skin seems to glow, and the veins in his muscular arms are showing. God he's hot. I mean I would never want to be in with him, but he's just extremely charming. And this is surprisingly the first time I've seem him in action. Other times, I would be too scared and just stay in my room.

"Harry," the girls moans loudly.

I'm pretty damn sure that the neighbors even heard.

"Say my name again honey," Harry demands as he pulls the draping covers over his bare back.

"H-h-, ohh my gosh fuck," is all she make out as she grabs unto his back pulling him closer.

Harry brings his other hard to her face and wraps his fingers around her neck. My eyebrows rise up. Fuck, what is he doing? I swallow slowly hoping to not give away my appearance as I clutch onto my purse harder keeping my eyes on Harry.


"Say it," Harry grunts as he pounds her more.

"H-harry!" the girls calls out even louder, I feel as though my ears are about to bleed.

I stand here frozen watching as he removes his hand from her neck and slaps her. Hard.

"Good girl," Harry praises.

Thrust, after thrust, Harry's energy never seems to run out. He pushes his long, curly hair back and slows down as the girl closes her eyes taking him in. Harry turns his head looking towards the window and continues.

Then all of a sudden, his light green eyes are in contact with my brown ones. Fuck.

What am I doing? I think to myself.

Surprisingly Harry doesn't seem to be as surprise as me. Instead he stares right at me. Through me even. Harry's light pink lips smirks and he rises from the bed only to grab on to the bed board and thrust full force into the girl. His tattoos that cover his entire arms and most of his chest is covered with his sweat and look absolutely amazing from my view, and I'm guessing even better from the girl's.

Well then. Still eyes connected Harry chuckles at my dumbfound-ness and looks back down at his girl who struggles to keep up.

"You like that don't you," Harry states more than questions.

Looking at the girl, she seems to be repeatedly nodding enjoying the pleasure. I wonder why he's so cocky at times, but then again. Every guy is cocky at times.

Speaking of cockiness, what the hell am I still doing here? I can't watch Harry have sex. That's disturbing, and weird. It's disturbingly weird. I think to myself as I blink rapidly and walk towards my room at the end of the hallway. Once I am in my room, I close the door placing my purse on my bedside table and taking off my floral blazer allowing it to lay on my desk's chair.

Finally I am in my bed and relaxed, with having no one to look after. Until I hear the faint buzzing of my phone.

"My God," I groan to myself as I stretch my hand over to my bedside table.

I look on my screen to see a FaceTime request from my friend Sabrina. To be honest I can ignore it, and call her later. But I guess a small chat won't hurt anyone. So I tap the video button and fixed my hair a little before laying back on my pillow and seeing her face pop up.

"Hey girl," Sabrina says smiling.

"Hey," I reply.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing, I was just about to take a nap. But then you called so I guess I'm gonna have to wait," I complain giving her a face.

"Oohh, sorry. I just wanted to ask what are you gonna wear tonight?" she asks.

I sigh, I don't know.

"I don't know," I verbally say to her.

"Well are you okay?" She asks.

As I am just about to answer I jump at the sound of a thump against my bedroom wall. Looking up at my flat screen TV in front of me. I roll my eyes.

Harry.

I bet he's still fucking that girl right. Who knows, maybe even choking the life out of her. Probably saying some kinky things as he looks at her with his dreamy green eyes and bites his lips.

"Uh hello?" Sabrina calls.

I blink, and look down at my phone.

"Sorry, yeah I told you I'm tired," I smile covering my lie.

"Besides that. You seem off, and what was that sound?"

She heard it?

"You heard that too?" I ask.

"Well yeah,"

"Harry has another girl over," I explain to her.

"Ooh," is all she says.

I look at her facial expression and she's smiling pretty damn wide. As if she knows something.

"What?" I ask her.

"Mmm nothing,"

"Tell me Sabrina," I demand giving her a little Latina head roll.

"Okay, okay." she laughs.

I wait as we stare at each other's screen. Bitch won't tell me.

"Sabrina!" I shout loudly.

"Okay!" she says laughing, " you have still feelings for Harry. Don't you." Sabrina says.

"What do you mean I have feelings for Harry? I don't," I defend myself.

I maybe do.

"It's okay if you do," She says.

"Well maybe I do have feelings for Harry. But I still can never date him," I tell her.

"I know. . .it's dangerous, " she says coming closer to her phone so I can only see her big brown eyes.

"Dangerous?" I say laughing.

"Dangerous." She says.

"Dangerous." I repeat laughing with her.

"Well he did kind of freak me out when we made eye contact a couple minutes ago," I say without thinking.

"Wait what?" She asks loudly.

"Never mind." I say to her.

"You watched Harry Styles have sex?! " She asks.

"No, I didn't mean to. But in the end I sort of did," I admit.

"Dios mío," Sabrina complains as if she has an head ache.

"You sound like my mom," I say to her.

"Good, because you better listen to me. You can't tell Harry how you feel, even if he tries to get you to like him,"

"I know how to handle Harry. We've been living together for the past year," I defend.

"Well remember last year." she snaps.

I swallow hard and nod.

"Don't get him in your head Lia, you'll get hurt. Again."

"Alright, I'll see you tonight." I say not wanting to bring up last year's incident.

"See you," Sabrina says.

I press the red button ending the call.

Sighing heavily and closing my eyes, I throw my phone a little far from me on my bed.


-Flashback-

Lia's P.O.V

"I promise I won't ever cheat on you. Come on you know me Lia," Harry promised me as he looked into my eyes.

I bit lip as he made and effort to hold my hand. I did the same and held onto his,taking my time to make my decision.

"Okay," I agree nodding.

"Good," Harry says bending down to bring his soft, warm lips to my lips.



Harry them wrapped his tatted arms around my body letting go of my hand and pressing me against him. His hard chest was against my breasts and I couldn't shake the feeling of Harry Styles finally wanting to be with me and no one else.

Our tongues collided together and his fingers had continued to rub against my back soothingly. Harry's other hand had made it's way on my ass, and gave it a squeeze which I wanted to giggle so badly, but instead I moaned hoping to turn him on.


One Month Later

Lia's P.O.V

I took a sip from my water bottle as I walked into the school's gym in search of Harry. Looking at my watch, it's after two meaning I could go into the guys' changing room.

"And then, and then she told me that she loved me. And I'm just like bro chill out," I heard Zach's voice not so far away.

Since I heard Zach, I guessed that Harry was there as well.

"Anyways how's that Lia chick?" Louis had asked.

And that was when I stopped in my tracks and hid behind the lockers only four feet away from the guys. Lia chick? Well then...

"Um, well she alright." Harry answered sound uncomfortable.

What does he mean alright. I thought to myself.

"I can't believe that you're actually going along with this Styles. Props to you chief. You might just win the bet," Louis said laughing loudly.

A. . .bet?

"Yeah well, having her fooled isn't that hard. All I have to say is that I have to work, and instead of bringing someone home, I go to the girl's house." Harry explained.

I swallowed hard standing in my place. My heart feels like it's going to explode any moment. I knew I could not trust Harry. But what did I do? I did. I put my heart in his hands. I risked my feelings. Because frankly, Harry has none towards me. Because I'm a damn bet.

I tried to keep my tears from falling, but I failed. And at that very moment, the guys had decided to get up and leave heading towards the entrance. Having to find out that I was here. And that I heard everything.

Harry was the last to walk out and stood with the guys in front of me. The color in his face drained until he became white.

"Lia!" Louis tried to cover, yelling my name with a smile.

I ignored him and stared at Harry. The guy I once loved.

"Lia it's not what you think," Harry explains.

"It's okay." I lie.

I turned on my heels before walking in complete fast speed. I would run, but I don't have the energy to. Harry had ran behind me and grabbed my arm pulling me back to a stop.

"Lia, you've got to underst-"

"Just let it be Harry. You're not the relationship type Harry and you never will be!" I yell at him with my vocals hurting.

Harry eyebrows dropped, and so did his hand from my arm. He looked more than lost at that point. I left Harry to stand there in the hallway and walked away.










Leaving him alone.

-Flashback Ends-

Thump, thump, thump, thump. . .

Harry's actions causes my wall to make an endless amount of noise. I turn on my side sighing. I finally close my eyes.

"You're not the relationship type Styles, and you never will be," I re-quote myself in a whisper before I drift off into sleep.

Notes

I hope you like chapter one Lia, comment what you think! Chapter two, coming soon!