She Doesn't Know Me (Punk Harry Styles)

Talia's P.O.V
I stormed out of the library and into the freezing cold weather. I can't believe Harry would just beat up Ashton like that! And there I was, about to actually be FRIENDS with him! Since Ashton was the one who drove me, I walked home. Harry is so pathetic! He beats up my best friend, then says he's in love with me? What a jerk.

The cold February wind blew in my face, causing me to shiver. Why is it always so cold in New York? I feel someone tap my shoulder! No! I had a feeling Harry would follow me! I ignore him and speed up my walking. Harry put his hand on my shoulder.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!" I yelled, spinning around. It wasn't Harry... This guy had faded green hair, gages, a lip ring, and tattoos all up his arms, even some on his neck. I'm not going to lie, he was extremely cute.

"Are you okay?" I covered my blushing face. I just yelled at a total stranger. So embarrassing.

"That coat isn't making you warm at all, love. Here." The green haired stranger took off his jacket and wrapped it around me.

"But you'll freeze."

"Just trying to be a gentleman, ma'am. I'll be fine." He said. I smiled up at him. Cute and smart. Wow.

"I'm Michael Clifford, by the way." He introduced himself. I then notice his Australian accent. Bonus! I turn to look at Michael. His nose was bright red from the cold. Kind of adorable.

"Talia Susan Dawson." I say. He smiled and stood next to me as we walked. When I looked over at him, his skin was paler than before and he was shivering. I started taking off his jacket but he stopped me.

"No. I'm t-trying to be n-nice." He stuttered. I ignore him and handed him his jacket.

"Please. Put it on." I said. Michael slipped his arms through the coat and folded his arms in front of him.

"H-how about we g-go back to my p-place and warm up." Michael Clifford shivered. I was hesitant. We just met and he was inviting me to his house.

"How do I know you aren't a serial killer, Michael Clifford?" He chuckled deeply. A gust of wind hit us, making me shiver. Michael wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to keep each other warm.

"If I were a serial killer, I would have already shoved you in the back of my car and left you there to rot."

"Point taken. Okay, Michael Clifford. I'll go to your house, but only to warm up." I agreed. We ta
ked all the way to his house. He explained why he came up to me and stuff. I explained what happened in the library. Michael was actually a nice guy. He listened to my opinions and commented how terrible Harry was to both Ashton and myself.

He turned towards a small house. It was obviously a house for one. Quite cute, actually. Michael opened the door for me as I walked in. The interior design was exquisite, not to mension how warm it was.

"Make yourself at home, love. I'll go make ourselves some hot cocoa." Michael said and walked out of the room.

Michael's P.O.V
Talia was such a sweet and pretty girl. Why would Luke make me target for her? Why not one of Harry's other gang members? As I start up the stove for our beverage, my stereo bursts loudly. Talia quickly turned it off, causing me to chuckle.

"Having fun out there?!" I shout towards her. The kitchen door opened and Talia walked in.

"Why did you have it so loud? I jumped at least 5 feet in the air." I laughed. Not one of those fake laughs you do when your friend makes a stupid joke, but a legit laugh. She hopped up on the counter next to the stove.

"Laughing at me aren't you now, Michael Clifford." I liked when she called me by my full name. I don't think I could do this to her.

"I guess I am." I tell her. Talia ruffled my hair. That was the cutest thing any human being could have ever done. How come and innocent girl like Talia has to pay for what Harry Styles did? I'm not even trying to trick her anymore. I'm being myself. Well, the part of me that didn't con people.

"If you keep smiling like that, your face will freeze." She warned me. I rolled my eyes.

"You believe that childish stuff?" I ask. She nodded quickly. She is making it harder and harder to do this. I just can't.

"Of course! It's like crossing your eyes for a long time." I scoffed at her, making her burst out laughing. I sighed slightly. Talia hopped down from her spot on the counter.

"I'm going to go watch some TV. Call me in when cocoa is ready." And she left the room. I swipe out my phone and dialed up Luke's number.

"Yeah?" He answered

"I can't do this, Luke. Talia is so nice and doesn't deserve this." I tell him. Luke sighed loudly.

"Michael! What's wrong with you? You never back down!" He had a point, I never did. But it was not easy with Talia.

"I know. But why can't we just go for that Liam guy or something?"

"Bacause that's what they're expecting. C'mon, Mike. Do it for the gang." I groaned loudly. This is so wrong. So, so wrong.

"Fine! But don't exiled me to talk to you for a while." I give in and hang up. As I let the cocoa sit for a while, I decided to go watch TV for a bit with Talia. She was thatching football, or soccer in her case.

"Seriously?! That was a total foul! The ref is so blind!" She shouted at the television. I smiled and took a seat next to her.

"What a load of crap! He's playing favorites!" She groaned. I couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm.

"Oh, come on! You are so languorous!" She teased, pushing me a little.

"Woah, Einstein! Big word!" She laughed loudly.

"It means you're lacking spirit. Seriously now, Michael Clifford. Show some liveliness!" She was smart too. I am definitely not taking to Luke after this. I get up to start on the cocoa. After 5 or 10 minutes, I finished. I poured the hot drink into two mugs. Slowly, I take out the small package of white powder I was supposed to use to knock Talia out. I pour the drug into her drink hesitantly. I hate doing this to her. I really do.

"Talia! Cocoa is ready!" I shouted towards her. She came bursting into the kitchen. I hand her the mug.

"Thank you. For both the cocoa and being so nice to me, Michael Clifford." My stomach started hurting. I'm tricking such a sweet and innocent girl for something someone else did.

"Talia?" She stopped herself from taking a sip to look at me.

"You are a nice and pretty girl. You don't deserve to have all these problems in your life. I'm sorry." She set down he cup and hugged me. I sighed and hugged her back. even though she thought I was talking about Harry, I was talking about what's about to happen.

I am such a terrible person.

Notes

HEY GOIS!

Okay, so here is what I'm thinking. Stay with me cause I'm quite quick and a 5, 6, 7, 8

I want to make a 5 Seconds Of Summer fanfiction and I wanted to see what you guys think.

Comment on my bazaar idea. No? Or yes? If yes, then comment whom.

Also! I now have a word for the day. Today was languorous, meaning lacking spirit or liveliness.

There will be a new one each update.

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