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Attraction

London Nights

Why did I agree to do this?

The last thing I should be doing is going to some random party with a bad boy that I barley know and his friends. But my dad thinks it will be a 'social bonding experience' before I start school on Monday.

I sigh and look in the mirror. I have on a tight, black dress with silver details on it, some lilac pumps, and a pale purple clutch to match. I apply a little bit of mascara and some lip gloss. I'm not really trying to dress up, I just want to look nice in case I meet any nice girls that are actually worth talking to (highly unlikely, but there is a slim chance of it).

I head downstairs. "Bye dad!"

"Bye sweetie! Remember, no drinking, sex or drugs!!"

I chuckle. He always thinks I'm about to do something horribly wrong. "Don't worry, I'll be right next door!!" I shout from the doorway. He says something, but I'm not sure what it is because I'm already gone. I walk next door and see Harry greeting guests at the door.

"Aria!! I'm so glad you could make it!" He exclaimed cheerfully.

"As if I want to be here" I mutter under my breath.

"What was that, love?" He asks.

"None of your business, and don't call me 'love'."

"Whatever you say, love."

Ugh!! I fucking hate this boy. "Just let me in" I say, infuriated. "Oh, so now we're happy to be here?" He replies, green eyes sparkling in the street lamps. He walks closer to me, and I feel his hot breath send a shiver down my spine.

"Why are you such a douche?" I shoot back, pushing him away.

"Genetics" He jokes. I'm not amused. "I made a joke. This is where you laugh and tell me I'm the most hilarious person you know"

"Hah, it was so funny I forgot to laugh" I begin to walk away, when he grabs my arm and pulls me close. He smells just like spearmint, and I almost like it until I remember that this is Harry Styles we're talking about.

"Get off of me!" I pull away.

"But your so cute when you're mad!" He seems so cool and calm.

"Can you just leave me alone?" I beg.

"Um, I'm afraid not, love. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Dickhead.

"I'm leaving now!" I turn around and start to leave.

"No kiss goodbye?" He is such an an asshole. I don't respond and keep walking. I remember passing a park in the way here, and head in that direction. When I got there, I sat on a bench and waited, thinking. Harry Styles is a massive dickwad who just wants to get in my pants. Does he understand the meaning of the word 'no'?

My thoughts were interrupted by a deep voice with a thick British accent. "Lost, love?" Shit. Did he follow me here? I flip around and stare at him.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I fumed.

"Giving you a ride home" he says matter-of-factly.

"As if I would even consider it!" I spat angrily.

"Ouch, Aria. You really know how to make someone feel bad" He chuckles.

"Now get in the car."

"Are you kidding?"

"Why would I be?"

"Because you're an ass?"

"True. Now, as riveting as this discussion is, I need you to get in the car."

"I'll walk."

"Aria, we're 3 miles away from home and its 10:37. Did I mention that it's nearly freezing?"

"Yeah, I think I picked up on that."

"You cold, love?"

"Fuck off." "

Here, take my jacket." As much as I wanted to, I new I couldn't. Then he might think I would consider him, which I won't.

"I have to get home." I start walking, not even knowing where I'm going.

"Um, love? Wrong way." Embarrassed, I flip around. Just my luck, Harry snuck behind me, and our faces are less than inches away. I jumped back, my breath showing up as a white cloud in the chilly London air.

"Leave."I demand.

"No."

"Bye" Determined, I start walking. After nearly 4 blocks, I think I've lost him, until a jet black Porsche pulls up recklessly in front of me, nearly running over my feet. The door swings open, and of course Harry is there, smirking like a fool.

"In the car. Now." He doesn't budge. I try to walk around him, but he just pulls in front of me again.

"You know you want to." I smell the scent of spearmint and feel the heat radiating from the car. Finally, I give in and climb into the car.

"Oh, look at Little Miss Grumpy-pants" He mocks.

"Shut up and drive" I avoid making eye contact and stare down at my feet.

"Okay, Master. Don't hurt me, please" He exclaims.

"I might do just that if you don't go, bastard"

"Okay! Fine." He slides into gear and starts driving me home.