Bad Boy Styles

3.

My God it was Harry Styles.

"Fancy seeing you here love"

My breath trembled out of my mouth as I looked at him. His big warm hands squeezing my hips making me whimper. He bent down so that he was now next to my ear. Causing me to cower down. All that could be heard was our heavy breathing.

"You should really watch where you're going next time" he smirked. His deep raspy voice sending chills down my spine. His curls hit the side of my cheek causing my eyes to flutter.

I didn't know what to say. I don't know why all of a sudden i froze in his presence. Just yesterday wasn't I the one who took the cigarette away from his hands and smoked it? I mean I think anyone would be intimidated by a 6 foot tall handsome teenaged boy right?

I stand there looking at his features in awe. I didn't have the chance to really get a good look at him yesterday when he was leaning against his motorcycle.

Looking at him made my heart melt and my knees go weak. He was truly beautiful! Starting with his perfectly dark brown curls, to his piercing jade eyes down to plump pink lips that made his dimples jump out every time he talked. His face had an angelic glow to it, causing anyone to smile.

He deeply laughed and let go of my hips.

"See you around babe" he winked at me and walked away biting on his bottom lip.

I stood there frozen, not being able to get my body to move. I was soon snapped out of my daze when a young lady came up to me.

"Are you okay" she said while dabbing napkins at the wet spot on my jeans. I look at her and remove her hand from my jeans.

"I'm fine thank you"

I maneuver my way around the girl and quickly walk outside. i ran towards my car when I heard Mel yell after me.

"OLIVIA WAIT UP" she runs after me with her long brown hair flowing through the wind. When she finally reaches me she's panting & out of breath. I turn around and run my hands through my hair.

She looked worry as I looked like I was about to cry. She looked down at my pants "Dear god what happened back there?!" She gasped covering her hands with her mouth.

I divert my eyes to the floor. "Nothing I have to go, see you later" I open the door to my car and drove off leaving Mel standing there looking clueless.

*************

"And where'd you go young lady" my mom stood at the door with her arms folded across her chest.

I hadn't even been in the house for 2.5 seconds before I was interrogated by my mom.

"I went to study with Melanie at the library mom" I lied. I knew if I told her I was off with Mel "studying" I'd get cut some slack. Since they saw her as the most perfect girl in the world I knew they wouldn't mind if I was with her.

"Well you could've at least told your father and i you were going!"

"I'm sorry mom it'll never happen again" I sarcastically say. I walk up the stairs and open the door to my room. I shut it and walk towards my bed.

It was a pretty decent size room. Bigger than most adult rooms you'll see. I had a master bedroom so I guess that had a lot to do with it. The only thing I liked about my room was that I had a walk in closet and that I had a large window that sat perfectly on the side of my bed so that if I ever wanted to look at the ocean all I had to do was turn my head to the right. Other than that my room is pretty bland. Always neat, my dad always told me "everything has a place" which meant he better not see anything out of order.

I take my phone out of my back pocket to check if I had any messages. I sighed when I saw my phone was blank. I throw my phone on the bed and walk towards my walk-in closet.

My hands roam across my clothes. Taking out my Louis Vuitton dress putting it up to my body. I have so much clothes i actually thought about throwing some away. My parents always bought me whatever i wanted to win my love, but not even all the money in the world can buy love.

My focus was now on my red Chanel purse I had recently purchased. I held it up smiling proud of my good taste in purses when I heard a knock on the door.

"Hey sweetie can I come in" my father said. My attention still on the purse.

"Sure"

"Well I wanted to talk to you"

I found this to be somewhat serious because my dad never took the time to actually sit down and talk to me. He was always busy with work, I was never part of his "schedule" so I found this moment to be intriguing.

I put the red purse down and make my way to my bed king sized bed. I sat next to my dad while I wiggled my shoes off, I threw them across the room while he continued on. He looked worried.

"Knowing my job you should know that I have to work with all kinds of people. People like murderers, rapist, and drug dealers. So I have you to know that I have a new case with a murderer. His name is Fred Styles.

I gasp at the name. No words coming out of my mouth. It couldn't be? Harry's father? No way? I cover my mouth with my hand trying to stop my lip from quivering.

My dad continues.

"On that note I want you to stay away from that Styles boy!" He said wagging his finger at me.

"He's bad news, therefore I want you to stay far away from him" but little did he know that's what intrigued me about Harry. I love how he was no good for me. I loved how dangerous, mysterious, unpredictable, and well, goddamn confusing he was.

He then hands me pepper spray and I look at it confused.

"I want you to take this with you wherever you go, you hear me!" I nod my head gesturing that I had understood. He gets up and kisses my forehead. Before he walks out the door he says

"I just want the best for you" I give him a small smile before he walks out.

I then hear my phone vibrate on my nightstand. I roll on my bed to reach for my phone. I unlock my phone and look at the screen. I got a message! My face automatically lit up, but immediately fell when I saw what it said.

Unknown: "Hey love ;)xx"