The Bad Boy’s Girl

The school day needed and I found Harry standing by my locker, he looked so godly. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, apporoaching him.

"Hi." I said as casual as usually.

"Hey." He said when I opened my locker. His green eyes staring me down, and I gulped. zayns words played in my head.

"What are you doing today?" I asked him, looking at him. His side leaned on the locker next to mine.

"Hoping to hang with you." He said with a smile on his face.

"sure what do you want to do?" I grabbed my things from my locker setting my books down, and let out a heavy sigh.

"I don't know, maybe a Monday movie or something." He said, grabbing my hand in his.

"Or party or something." I smiled at him, his face expression came off a little shocked.

"I rather not, I went to spend some time with you, plus we've already been, also. I thought partying wasn't your thing?" He said, pressing his lips to my cheek.

"It's fun." I said, looking down.

"Really?" He said shocked. "Not today though, maybe we can have our own little party." He smiled.

i closed my locker and we began to walk hand in hand. Maybe I should dress hot just for him. Maybe he would like stuff like that? Maybe he wants that.

I walk to my car and he stops, letting my hand go. He turns me around and then presses his lips to mine. It surprised me when he did, but I reacted and clamped my arms around his neck tugging him in closer to me. His hands fell onto my waist. i decided to do something different, so I bit the bottom of his lip slightly. He pulled back and looked at me.

"That's different." He said with a smile.

"Different is good right." I smirked at him.

"I'll be over in thirty minutes." He let me go.

"See you later." I said blowing him a kiss.

I mi made my way to my car, getting in and driving home. i run up stairs tugging the hair tie out of my hair and then looking around my room. I needed to find something something to make me look sexy so I pulled out some short shorts that were pink and put them on my bed, and s white shirt so hopefully he can see though it. I brushed my hair out of my face. Looked at myself in the mirror and sighed picking up my lip stick and mascara.

When I was done, I heard a knock on the door and I scurried to go and answer it, it was Harry. He was wearing a plane white shirt today with some faded skinny jeans. I liked this.

He looked at me, his eyes darting down to my body in a Matter of seconds.

"Can I come in?" He asked me." He said looking at me underneath those long lashes.

"Of course." I said trying to be as sensual as I could.

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