Negative [On Hold]

Remix’s POV

I comb through my hair waiting for Harry. I glad he wants to try to be a good boyfriend and do something romantic, but I’m kind of concerned on what romantic means to him. He wouldn’t strike anyone as a romantic type, but I have faith in him. He’s a bit intimidating most people, but to me he’s just another guy. He’s not scary, a little odd, but not scary.

He told me earlier to dress very nice so I decided to actually wear a dress. I hate dresses, but hey, I’ll try, but my tattoos make it seem a little odd. Jay chose the dress, but I don’t think she thought of the tats. This dress if for someone with plain skin.I mean, my body looks amazing, but the tattoos...

“Jay!” I shout for her in my bedroom. She walks into my room a minute later to inspect her work. “Are you sure I look good? I mean, this isn’t what I usually wear.”

She scoffs, “Re, you look amazing.”

I look in the mirror, but I don’t feel like myself. Like I was back at my parents house looking at myself wondering what the hell. They always forced me to wear dresses and all the girly things. The exact opposite of what I like wearing. I never liked their decisions of my life, but since I was a minor, I couldn’t do much. They’re the reason why I hate anything girly. Why I like sneakers over heels; shorts over skirts; even tees over blouses.

“Your parents were idiots, alright,” Jay sighs sitting down on my bed. She’s the only one that truly understands me. She knows what I’m thinking and why. Especially when I’m in my vulnerable state. I can give off this bad ass vibe, but underneath, I’m still a girl. Someone who’s insecure and uncertain about herself. “You look beautiful and Harry is going to love it. Niall sent me a picture of what he’s wearing and he’s dressed nicely. You two will look perfect.”

As if on cue, the doorbell rings and Jay drags me downstairs. Of course, I stumble a little due to to the heels. I haven’t worn a pair in years mostly because they’re so uncomfortable and I’m already 5’9. I don’t need to be taller. With these on, I’m 6’0. Just a few inches shorter than Harry. I let Jay open the door for me and I widen my eyes. Harry cleans up good. He hid his tattoos and took out his piercings. If I didn’t know better, he would look like any other guy.

“Who knew underneath the tats and piercings is a sweetheart,” I laugh examining him more.

He snorts, “Please. I am not sweet. I just wanted to treat you to something nice.” I roll my eyes and close the door behind me as I step out.

“Where are we going?” I ask when he takes me to his car. He’s actually a gent and opens the door for me. I duck inside and wait for him in get in.

“I know a guy that works at this fancy restaurant and since he owes me...” He trails off for a few seconds, pulling out of the driveway. “Let’s just say, no one denies the Kobras.” I scoff. Of course he scares them into it.

“How bad do you scare people?” I sigh leaning my head against the cool glass window.

He smirks, “Let’s just say, the people who aren’t haven’t said another word.”

“I’m not scared of you,” I remind him looking in his direction.

He laughs, “You’re the only exception. If anyone tries to hurt you, I will beat them up if you haven’t beat me to it.”

I agree, “Babe, you know the only person people are scared of almost as much as you is me. No one wants to mess with me because they know you’re gonna have a ‘chat’ with them.”

He places a hand high on my thigh happily smirking knowing I’m right. It’s odd how he loves the fact people are terrified of him, but I see why. You can do a lot of things and no one wants to do anything. Though I still don’t see what’s so scary. Harry’s just fucking hot and sexy, but that’s it. I love it.

“Just making sure everyone knows what belongs to me,” He says.

*~*~*~*

At the restaurant, everyone keeps their distance even if Harry is unarmed and calmed. All the waitstaff is on edge trying not to mess up. I already know Harry’s enjoying this and I’m just glad he’s happy. He’s been stressed lately about Dekker. Even if I don’t know why they hate each other, I will support Harry.

The waiter quickly drops off the check without any words, earning a chuckle from Harry. "Why does people frightened beyond belief many you happy?" I ask sipping some of my water.

He shrugs, "The same reason why you love music. It's exhilarating. I caused them to fear for their lives. It's entertaining." He takes my hand playing with the skull ring on my finger. "You should get used to it. You're mine now."

I scoff, "If you call me yours then I get to call you mine."

The faint sparkle in his eyes speaks all. He doesn't even have to say anything. "Deal."

I bite my lip as we leave the restaurant a little while later. His arm is secured around my waist keeping any guy with wondering eyes away. Yet that doesn't stop the girls eyeing him looking to get lucky. Bitch please, they'd be lucky if I didn't beat them shitless. I glare at each slut making sure every blonde, brunette, or whatever hair color knows he's mine. He laughs lightly kissing my neck on the way to the car. "You know they mean nothing to me, right?"

"You know they all picture you naked fucking them, right?" I counter getting in the car. The only one he gets to have sex with is me. Not some whore. You know, most girls worry about their boyfriend getting seduced and wanting someone better. Me? I concerned who he fucks. It's only me in bed with him.

He sighs, "You know I don't want them right?" He takes my hand which actually surprises me. He doesn't seem like a guy to do that. But when I look into his eyes, I don't think that anymore. In his car, with him dressed so nicely, he's just Harry. Not Harry Styles leader of the Kobras. Just Harry. My perverted, cocky boyfriend.

I run my thumb across his knuckles and groan, "It's just that, every damn girl wants or has had sex with you. I'm mean, you're addictive, but still! Those girls are wearing just about nothing! I mean, I wear that too, but at least I don't throw myself at guys!"

A playful smile enters his face making me realize how much I love him. He may be a pain, very perverted, cocky, and possessive, but he's mine. He's actually not that bad once you get to know him. "Wanna know what they want, but can't ever have?"

"A brain cell?" I grumble playing with his fingers.

He laughs, "Okay, something else?" I shake my head and look up to him. "They can't have the normal me or my love." I smile. "Those girls want me because I'm a 'bad boy'. Everyone believes what they see. Do you?"

I look him straight in the eyes, "No. That's why I convinced myself to give you a chance. If I'm not the same on the inside then why would anyone be? You're actually not half bad when someone gets to know you."

He licks his lips, "Well, don't get used it. I'm only nice to you because I love you." He loves me? That's not even much of a surprise.

"Well, I love you too," I answer making him smile widely. "Think I like this Harry. The nice, romantic Harry." He scoffs. "But the gang boy Harry is also pretty cool and so damn sexy." He goes back to smiling before leaning in to kiss me. He places one hand on my hip as the other helps me get onto his lap.

I smile when he forces his tongue in my mouth making me moan quietly. My hands rest around his neck playing with his curls. We keep at it for five minutes before I feel satisfied and so does Harry. It's so weird that other normal couples like having sex more often than we do, but we don't really care. I'm just glad I have Harry.

He holds my hand when driving to his house. We decided during dinner to just stay at his house. I mean, he's been to mine plenty of times. It's only fair I go to his. He sneaks glances at me hoping I don't notice, but I do. I mean, the car swerves when he does. It's cute, but stupid.

He pulls into a large suburban house painted a deep blue that almost looked black. I get out along with Harry and walk with him to his front door. He unlocks the door and pulls me inside. His house actually fits him. Dark colors, masculine furniture, and posters of bands are all over the walls. He drags me up to his bedroom and we get ready for bed.

Guess that's anti-climatic, isn't it? Not everyone needs to be perverted and sexual before they sleep after a date. Tonight, I want it to be normal. Just forget the world before going to Dekker's house tomorrow. I was supposed to go today, but something came up for him. Tomorrow, Harry will be possessive and obsessive over me. Tonight, it's just me and a nicer Harry.

I wear one of his V-necks after stripping out of the dress and heels. Harry is only in his boxers in bed and motions me in. I climb in next to him and cuddle with him.

Now this is being a couple.

Notes

This is probably really boring, but hey it's something. I'm gonna try to do better, but finals are next week and I don't want to fail. If I'm not studying or crying, I'll be writings. I'm gonna bring in more drama that's a little cliche, but I'm not sure how to bring it in. So anyways... Tada!