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Walking to school the next day, you couldn’t get Harry off your mind. He never did text you back; you could tell he was going to be so pissed at you. You get into tutor, sitting next to Liam, he tried to make conversation with you but you just ignored him. You weren’t trying to be rude; you just had other things on your mind. Getting up out of your seat, you rushed to your first lesson, hoping this day would go quickly.

When the bell rung for lunch, it couldn’t have come sooner. You see El and Dani in the corridors, they rush over to you.

“Hey (Y/-“ El says, you cutting her off.

“Have you seen Harry?” You say urgently, them shooting you confused looks.

“Styles?” El questions.

“Yes, Styles. Have you seen him?” You ask again, getting more impatient.

“Uhm, yeah. He was walking to his car a couple of minutes ago. He doesn’t usually stay for lunch. None of them do.” Dani replied.

“Okay, bye.” Was all you said before rushing off towards the car park. Spotting Harry, you run over to him.

“HARRY!” You yell as he opens his car door, turning around seeing you. “Harry, wait!” You try to yell, but fuck, you were tired. You weren’t really the sporty type. He turns around just as you reach him,

“(Y/N), what are y-“ You cut him off by crashing your lips onto his, he hesitates for a moment before relaxing into the kiss. His lips massage yours, his hands caressing your cheeks, moving up and down your body before landing on your bum, lifting you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, him then leaning on the bonnet of his car as you pull away, resting your forehead on his.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, “I can be such a bitch at times and you don’t deserve it. I guess I was just pissed off, and I’m sorry. Forgive me?” You ask.

“If I forgive you, what about us?” He says, turning you around so that you were sat on the bonnet of his car, looking up at him.

“What do you mean?” You ask, his hands finding yours and entwining your fingers.

“If I forgive you, will you please be my girlfriend?” He says with a smirk, knowing he’s got what he wanted.

“Do you forgive me or not?” You say flatly, he just laughs.

“Yes, I forgive you.” You smile.

“Good.” He looks at you, the smirk still playing on his lips.

“So?” He asks.

“So what?” You say, teasingly as he rolls his eyes.

(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) will you please be my girlfriend?” He pleads.You pull his head down to your height, his face inches from yours. His hot breath was on your skin, his lips parted slightly.

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.” You mumble onto his lips, kissing him softly.

El had you in her car, dropping you off at home. You were being interrogated, everything from the past couple of days, weeks, were oozed out of you and she now knew everything. El seemed more understanding than you thought. Probably to do with the fact that she had sex with Louis, you hadn’t talked to her about it yet. You wanted her to tell you by herself, when she wasn’t completely piss faced. You said a quick goodbye to El, her promising not to tell Dani and ran inside. You were ignoring your mother, not wanting to even look at her. Quickly, you finished your tea and ran upstairs, opening your wardrobe to look for an outfit for tonight. You shove on your jeans, a black chiffon blouse with a bandeau underneath, a leather jacket and your white converse, before ruffling your hair up and applying your make-up. You put on a bit of foundation and mascara as usual, adding eyeliner to your water line and top lid, making little flicks at the corners of your eyes. If you were going to break the rules, you were going to break them in the correct attire. You hear little pecks on your window, looking out you see Harry’s figure standing in the bushes, it was about 8 at night, and it was pitch black. That’s the British winter for you. You adjust your bed as if someone was lay in it, grab your bag and switch the light off before calling down to your mother.

“I’M GOING TO SLEEP! DON’T WAKE ME UP!” and climbing out of the window. You grab hold of the gutter and ease your way down it, thank god you window was easily accessible. Suddenly, your feet slip from underneath you and you find yourself falling, closing your eyes, you wait for the impact, it didn’t come. Instead you open your eyes to be greeted by his green ones.

“Fuck, you look hot.” He growls, as you stand, his eyes traveling up and down your body whilst licking his lips. You feel exposed under his gaze, as he comes back up to your face; he looks you in the eyes.

“(Y/N)?” He asks, his eyes still transfixed on your slightly exposed chest as you hum. He traces over your body once more, his eyes clouding over with lust, licking his perfectly shaped lips one last time before bringing them into a smirk, “How bad can a good girl get?”