My Kind Of Love

Chapter 2 Lust Over Fear

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**Bea's POV**

I jolt awake as I hear a loud noise in my left ear; my stupid alarm of course. I pull my hand out of the soft covers and slam it hard against the object. I am definitely not a morning person at all but I never arrive late to class and always make sure to be a few minutes early.

Habit I got from my parents.

I sit up while rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes till suddenly I feel a strong ache coming from in between my legs.

It suddenly hits me hard as I feel a burning ache of lust churn in my stomach. My mind starts to playback the events that happened last night between Harry and I and my room starts to feel small and warm.

What the heck was I thinking? I only know him for about a month, a freakin' month! What would your mother say Bea? Probably look down at me with shame and disgust for not saving myself until marriage. Yet I really liked Harry and I know I shouldn't dare because he sleeps with girls then throws them away like trash after.

I wince again at the soreness as I get out of bed to get ready. I pass Casper's room to find it empty; probably at some guys house or something.

I sit down at the counter and stare at my plate of bland eggs as my mind wont stop replaying last night's events. The things he said and did to me were just too sensual and now I don't know what's going to happen with us. The thing is I shouldn't even be saying the word "us" because I know it won't happen with Harry.

I sigh sadly while throwing out the plate of food before heading back to my room to put on my clothes for the day.

My goal was to get to know him better, to discover the strange mysterious boy. Harry was weird; one minute he was infuriated by the most minuscule thing and then with the snap of a finger he is being perverted and inappropriate. I can't expect him to take me on a date and give me a bouquet of roses. He was a "bad boy" after all. Yet the way his odd tattoos cover his whole body like paint on a canvas drew me towards him in a strangely provocative way. And his piercings added a thrilling fire towards him which I strangely adored.

Snap out of it Bea!

It's only been two weeks and I already can't get him out of my mind. What do I do when I see him on Campus, do I hug him or kiss him? What if he won't talk to me anymore? Oh my god, he hasn't even texted me this morning?
Maybe he's still sleeping! He's never at class so that is a possibility.

Calm down, calm down. Be brave Bea Morrison and text the one and only Harry Styles. I mean what harm can be done right?

*Harry's POV**

After quickly cutting off someone on a red light and earning a few honks I pull my black Range Rover into the parking space of Louis loft. Seven minutes tick by and he is nowhere to be seen.

Fück sake Louis, what's taking so long! I groan while pulling out my phone. A smirk grows on my face as I see the name "Doll face" appear on my lock screen.

"Hi." –Doll face, 8:32 am

I chuckle to myself and picture Bea with her small timid voice.

"Hope you aren't too sore from last night, I tried not to be so rough. ;)" –Harry Styles, 8:33 am

"Harryy!" –Doll face, 8:34 am

A small smile plays on my face as I picture her reaction to my bold words.

"Anyways, I gotta make a call. See you soon. :*" –Harry Styles, 8:37 am

Annoyed by Louis I dial up his number and wait for him to pick up.

"Hello!" Louis yells into the phone breathlessly and caught off guard.

"Where the fück are you?" I snap until I suddenly hear in the background a very loud moan coming from what sounded like his girlfriend Eleanor.

"Shït! I forgot you were coming to get me and well Eleanor and I..." He awkwardly laughs knowing we have been in this situation many times especially with me when I would take a different girl home from the club almost every night.

That isn't really the case anymore...

"God Louis! If you want to have a bloody quickie, then hurry the hell up." I hang up before he could even say anything. I rarely have patience for anything, especially Louis who is always late to everything. Usually I didn't give a shit if I was late to campus but knowing Bea who is always on time, I did want to see her.

I chuckle to myself remembering last night. God damn, she was being so sexy, it took so much power not to shove my shaft down her tight core.

Maybe it was the fact that she was so innocent and played hard to get because I'm used to the girls basically throwing themselves at me. Bea was like a goal I needed to complete as I couldn't seem to get myself away from her.

Suddenly I feel my jeans getting rather tight as I try to readjust myself. I have to stop getting so aroused this early in the morning.

Suddenly I see Louis run out the building with his hair out of place and clothes basically half on.

"Shït, Harry so sorry but El was just so sexy and horny this morning so we-" I quickly cut him off before he speaks anymore.

"You cheeky little bastard!" I say quite amused by his appearance. He breaks down laughing and I just join despite the fact he made me wait so long outside his apartment. It was hard to stay mad at the kid, as he was my best mate and basically a brother. We stuck together through thick and thin and he's never left my side since we we’re four years old.

About five minutes later he asks. "So you and Bea last night huh... Anything go down?" Louis raises an eyebrow while poking my shoulder.

I give him a smirk before speaking. "Yeah I gave her a little treat." He gives me a high five while cheering on. All the lads were expecting us not to get this far so it feels good to prove them wrong.

"About fucking time! I thought you would never get into her knickers. Now all you have left to do, is to introduce her to the boys and me." He implies as I shrug him off. I wasn't really ready to introduce Bea to them, I mean fück sake it's not like we are together or something. I avoid his question until we start talking about something else.

We arrive on campus and immediately some random brunette and her friend runs up to Louis and I, asking if we can "show them" the way to class. Just as I was about to agree Liam comes running to us with Niall following.

"Harry we need to talk." Liam quietly says while grabbing my shoulder. Great what now?

"Later mate, I have to show these babes the way to class." I give them a flirtatious wink causing obnoxious giggles to come from their throats.

He gives me an uncertain look and pulls me to the side.

"Please Harry! I think you might want to hear this." I groan while giving everyone around standing a dirty glare.

"Don't worry Harry, I'll show these young ladies the way to class." Niall smirks while wrapping his arms around both girls who can't seem to stop giggling. He gives me a cheeky wink and walks off.

Louis, Liam and I walk to our hang out spot behind the outdoor cafeteria to see Zayn smoking a cigarette.

"What's the deal?" I ask sternly, leaning against the cool brick while Liam looks a little nervous being the neurotic guy he is.

Zayn takes another drag from his cigarette before speaking with his raspy voice. "Jason and Bea... That's the fücking deal." Suddenly my fists clench at the name of that prick and I feel as if venom will shoot out of my mouth.

"We saw him talking with Morrison and getting quite close and personal." Zayn finishes speaking as Liam gives him a dirty glare, probably for dropping the news on me like that. The boys know I have issues with my anger and that the slightest thing will make me blow like dynamite, especially when someone like Jason is getting his filthy hands on what's mine.

"Fück sake! Where?" I shout while already starting to run without even knowing the answer. Suddenly I feel a pair of hands grip my shoulders and wrench me back roughly. Zayn, the only guy who isn't afraid to talk back and the only one who isn't afraid to fight with me.

He holds me down as I feel my heartbeat ring in my ears. I am so pissed off, god no, way beyond that. I felt like punching something or someone to release this steam bubbling in me.

I just couldn't bare the thought of him doing something to her.

He brings my ear close to his lips and hisses. "Harry get a hold of yourself! We all know that this gang is on thin ice on Campus. You know what will happen if we cause a scene and you know what will happen if the police gets involved." I breathe in and breathe out while gently pushing Zayn's grip off of me.

"Tell me where they are. Now!" I sternly say before Liam mumbles something. The minute it leaves his lips I sprint off running to the middle of campus where the huge fountain is. Probably the most popular spot as all the groups clash and socialize in this area, definitely not my cup of tea.

I spot Bea leaning against a tree while Jason has one arm pressed over her shoulder as he is leaning in way too close. She looks rather nervous and a bit uncomfortable in his presence.

Can't blame her.

I breathe in and out one more time; I need to play it cool so I don't cause a scene on campus. I don't need to get into anymore shit then I already am.

I despised Jason so fücking much with every fibber and bone in my body. He is an animal that deserves to be put in a cage and never let out. All the countless sick things he has done to people and he still isn't in hell for it. Especially all the times he has hurt people in my family. (Family as in people in harrys gang.)

I smoothly walk over to them and Bea sharply turns her head my direction with worry smeared all over her pretty little face. That girl knows she is in trouble because I have told her plenty of times to stay away from him. The minute Jason knows I am with a girl, it's his mission to get her away from me and talk to her, just to get a reaction out of me.

Guess he loves sloppy seconds.

”What’s wrong Styles, looking as if someone shoved a stick up your äss. Nothing new I guess." He laughs while Bea tries to hold in a chuckle as well. He gives my shoulder a hard pat and I roughly push it off. It's better to keep my mouth shut before I fücking snap and ruin his putrid face.

It wouldn't be the first time.

"What's with the cold shoulder?" I can tell he's enjoying this, trying to embarrass and torture me in front of Bea.

"Bea what the hell are you doing?" I ask in a calm voice, which took a lot of force.

She nervously looks at me then him and stammers. "I- We were j-just talking about how young I am and-"

I quickly cut her off while stepping between her and that nasty cünt. "Alright, I get it." I quickly grab her wrist and drag her away as Jason mouths 'call me' to Bea.

Like I will ever let that fücking happen.

I drag her to the same private corner where we usually go when I want to make out, expect this time being the reason I didn't want people to see us argue.

"Ouch! What the heck Harry?" She whines while examining her wrist.

Better get used to it, if you don't listen.

"I told you before not to fücking talk to him. And what do you do? Go and bloody disobey my orders!" I snap while trying so hard not to lose my temper towards her.

"You never gave me a proper reason so I don't see why I shouldn't" She snaps back. It really fücking pisses me off when people don't do what I say. God this girl is really driving me mad.

I let out a heavy groan. "What did he say?"

"That's none of your concern." She snaps back. Are you fücking kidding me? I feel the anger multiply by the second as I'm soon going to explode.

"He's so full of shït and really dangerous, all he's trying to do is to get into your pants for gods sake Bea!" I yell while pulling at my brown curls.

She looks up into my eyes and shouts. "Isn't that what you're trying to do Harold! To get in my pants!" As soon as her words seep out of her mouth I completely lose it and shove her against the wall with my body.

"What did I just fücking hear?" I spit while grabbing her chin between my hands and bringing her face as close as possible to mine till I feel her hot nervous breaths against my neck.

"N-nothing!" she tries to squeak out regretting her bold choice of words.

I let out a sigh as she gives me her famous puppy dog eyes with her beautiful large green ones. "Bea, fück you make me go absolutely mad sometimes...." I release my tense grip on her feeling slightly bad.

"I know." She mumbles while leaning her head against my shoulder.

I start running my hands down her curves while I feel her shiver slightly. The thought of making her this nervous absolutely pleased and turned me on.

Suddenly my lips roughly collide against Bea's soft ones as I push her more against the cold brick wall. We start making out heavily, like never before, from the anger and frustration coming from the both of us. It was driving me nuts. I lower my hand to the inside of her thigh and start rubbing her part through her pants.

She lets out a loud moan. "H-Harry mmm stop!" I continue not giving a care about what she has to say until she suddenly snaps. "Harry!" she yells again but louder.

"God dammit what Bea?" I yell back starting to get agitated again.

"Stop touching me right now! Y-you can't just expect to yell at me then I let you touch me!" Why is she acting so prude once again!

"No Bea shut up and stop fücking pretending like you don't like it, because we both know you do!" I speak sternly.

Her eyes go wide as she barks back. "I'm not fücking pretending anything Harry!"

With that I release my grip from her and take a few steps back. "Whatever Bea! Do whatever the fück you want." This girl drives me mad I think to myself as I walk away with my hands clenched in fists.

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