Who Are You

Sunday

Warm water trickled down from my shower head as I entered inside. I had left Harry's a couple hours earlier and now I was preparing for my afternoon shift at Lucky's.

This morning had been very...eventful.

When I asked Harry what we were halfway through our makeout session, I never expected him to answer like that.

"I-I don't know. I guess we are dating?" I remember his exact words.

At first I started laughing, not just a little chuckle, but full on doubled over laughter. Harry Styles didn't date, Carter even told me that himself when we first met.

While I laughed Harry sat there with his arms crossed. After I was done I realized he wasn't joking.

It was weird, I sort of froze up and didn't know what to say.

I couldn't deny the feelings I had for this man, but we barely knew each other. I mean, can I even trust him?

Eventually I told him I didn't know if that was a good idea. He looked hurt at first, but as I explained myself he began to see my points.

Grabbing my purple loofa and some soap, I began scrubbing my body under the steamy water.
First of all Harry just admitted his feelings for me. Before he was giving me mixed signals and ignoring me.

Then there's the fact I haven't been in a relationship in years, and he's never been in one as far as I know!

Also how would we be able to maintain a relationship when we are fighting one minute and kissing the next?

I shook my head while my fingers combed through my hair, rinsing out the shampoo and replacing it with conditioner.

My thoughts began to drift off about Harry's hands and the way he was grinding himself down on me earlier today. Images of us filled my mind as I finished washing my hair.

He was toxic to me, but I didn't care.

As my hand reached to turn off the water, I contemplated shaving or not. I did have a lesson with Harry tomorrow...

After shaving I hopped out of the shower and turned on the blow dryer. I decided to wear some simple black jeans, a white blouse, and some hoop earrings.

http://www.polyvore.com/blake_lively_white_shirt_black/thing?id=41982881 Lucy

When my hair finished drying, I applied some lip gloss and grabbed my purse.

Since it was a beautiful day out, I decided to walk. Also I was just working in the afternoon so I should be home by six. The walk there was great and I arrived at the pub in no time.

Rick was just leaving as I got to the door.

"Lucy! Well what are you doing here?" He questioned me while rubbing his head.

"I'm here for my shift silly!" I reminded him playfully.

"Dear, remember I gave you the whole weekend off because you worked so much the past week?" Rick replied.

I slapped my hand to my forehead.

"I totally forgot! Well, I might as well work since I'm here," I told him while shrugging my shoulders.

"Fine by me, but a new kid is working too. I trained him in last night so you can help him out," Rick said while waving good bye.

Returning the wave, I stepped inside the almost empty bar. It was Sunday so I wasn't expecting a lot of customers, just some of our regulars. My eyes scanned the place for any sign of my new co-worker. No luck.

My purse was put by the bar and I put on an apron before cleaning off the counters.

All of the sudden a boy with blonde hair burst through the door to the basement holding way too many bottles of alcohol. Rick must've had him restock.

I rushed over to help the poor kid. After we had safely gotten all the bottles put away. He thanked me and shook my hand.

Finally I saw his face and instantly recognized him.

"Hey, you're Niall right? I met you at Louis' party!" I told him.

"Oh yeah! I remember you." Niall replied while looking me over. I could hear his accent, Irish?

The rest of the night went smoothly. Niall was really funny and he had a laugh that you couldn't help but smile at. As the hours passed and more people left, I showed him how to make some new drinks and gave him a few tips.

Suddenly it was five-thirty, and we were cleaning up early. As the radio played, I hummed along and Niall even sang softly. For awhile I just sat and admired his voice, I had never heard someone sing like that.
When I complimented him, he blushed and blew it off as nothing.

Finally we could leave a little after six, and Niall offered me a ride home. Immediately I found myself wondering what Harry would think.

Lucy! He isn't your boyfriend!

With that thought, I agreed and slipped into Niall's car.




Monday


To be honest, I was nervous. I had picked out a different outfit a couple times. Yeah it was just a lesson with Harry, but yesterday we admitted our feelings to each other. I had no idea where we go from there.
I gathered my hair into a hight ponytail and secured it with a pink ribbon.

Finally I decided on wearing some short nike black shorts and a white under armour v-neck tee. Blowing some air out from my cheeks, I locked up my flat.

On the drive to the gym I went over what I could say to Harry. Am I supposed to be flirty, distant, or just normal? Is he going to want to talk about this weekend? We did discuss what happened at the club at his house, and he promised to talk to Carter and apologize. What if he doesn't like me anymore?

Worry clouded my mind as I parked and got out of my car. Before I left, I applied some lip gloss. I seemed to be wearing a lot of it lately.

Now I was entering the lobby of the gym and pushing through the heavy door to the locker rooms. Of course it was empty. Now I was really nervous, whenever Harry and I are left alone we either fight or...
Vivid images of us kissing filled my mind.

Quickly, I shook them away and entered the gym with my bag hung over my shoulder. Surprisingly Harry was already there, and he had all his equipment on!

Weird, usually he was late.

After changing into some headgear and putting tape on my hands, I began stretching.

Wait, last time I did that Harry wouldn't stop making fun of me.

Stopping suddenly, I stood up straight and strode over to Harry. His sparkling eyes looked me up and down before he gave me a small grin. Just that sent me into overload. I could feel the heat rising in my body and a blush on my cheeks.

"Hey, we are going to work on some defense today sound good?" He asked while licking his lips.

My head slowly shook up and down though I barely processed his words. I was so distracted by the way his white basketball shorts hung from his hips, and the tight black tee that accompanied it.

"Helloooo? Earth to Lucy!" Harry chuckled from across the gym. He was turning on the radio and waving his hands at me.

"Um sorry what?" I questioned him, my cheeks now burning red.

"I asked what you wanted to listen to," he reminded me with a smirk adorning his face.

"Whatever is fine," I said. Okay take a deep breath Lucy, don't let him overwhelm you.

Harry sauntered over to me, purposely brushing my body as he continued onto the punching bags.
He turned his head over his shoulder, "Do twenty reps of punches and kicks to get warmed up."

My hands and feet alternated as I did what I was told.

Suddenly Harry's hands were on my hips.

"Don't slouch, get into a lower stance," he directed me. Then his hands slid up to my shoulders. On the way up, his left hand cupped my boob before reaching my shoulder.

"Whoops," he teased.

The asshole was purposely doing these things!

For the next couple of minutes it continued this way. He would "accidentally" graze my chest, touch my ass, or push himself against me.

Every time he would touch me it was only for a second, I was really understanding what sexual frustration felt like.

The last straw was when I was finishing my last punch and Harry decided to full on squeeze my ass! Luckily no one was around to see it, but still!

Just as he removed his hands, I leaned against him, making our bodies contact. He let out a small gasp, and I could feel his heart beating faster.

Two can play at this game Styles.

I grabbed his hands and placed them over my chest while rubbing my backside against him.

Harry quickly caught on and attacked my neck. Sucking, biting, and licking all over.

Not being able to stand seeing him, I whipped around and tried to connect our mouths.

Harry immediately stepped back.

What?

"Oh no Lucy, you said you didn't want to be my girlfriend. So you certainly can't kiss me," he said with a sky grin on his face.

That's what all this teasing was about!

"Harry you can't be serious!" I pleaded, already missing his touch.

I took a step at him and he literally darted away. My eyes narrowed. He was being so ridiculous!

"I will chase you if I have to!" I challenged him.

"Good luck," he replied before swiftly exiting the gym and running down the hallway.

Like I said, he was always running away from me.

My annoyance was growing as I searched the lobby for the second time. When I said I would chase Harry I didn't actually mean for him to run. Now I've spent the last fifteen minutes looking for the man!

"Harry! This isn't funny anymore!" I huffed in frustration before going back to the locker room entrance.

Strutting out of the locker room came Lance with an amused look on his face.

"Are you looking for Harry?" He questioned while trying not to laugh.

"Yes..." I answered, wondering why he was about to crack up.

"While he's in the guy's locker room waiting for you!" Lance informed me before breaking into laughter and going out into the lobby leaving me dumbfounded.

Of course he would hide in there, he probably thought I was too chicken to follow him.

Gaining confidence, I barged into the locker room and spotted Harry sitting in a far corner talking to a group of guys.

His eyes flicked to me, then back to the guys. Then he realized it was me and stood up.

"Lucy! What are you doing?" He asked, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"Don't play dumb Harry! I've been looking for you!" I argued back.

Some of the guys chuckled.

Rolling my eyes at their behavior, I stormed up to Harry and dragged him back to the gym.

"Now that you're done being a child-" I began, but Harry interrupted me.

"Go out with me tomorrow," he said. It wasn't even a question really, more like a statement. One that took me by surprise.

"Styles have you gone insane?" My hands were thrown in the air at his outrageous demand.

"No, but you are," he winked, "you don't think I can handle us, and I'm gonna prove you wrong." He stood up straight and looked me in the eye.

I contemplated my choices for a little while. This could be good, I mean we still wouldn't be dating, but just going out. Maybe he can show me that we can work.

Hope overflowing my instincts, I agreed to his proposition.

As we left the gym, I couldn't help but wonder if I was just a new challenge for Harry.

Notes

Hey guys! Another update.

I guess you could say I'm in a good mood.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, and please comment!

Do you guys think Lucy should date Harry? Tell me why or why not!

Love you all

~lex~