Maneater // Harry Styles & Rihanna

Chapter 7.

Rihanna's P.O.V;

As i was driving home, i couldn't take my mind off of that kiss.

I felt something. Big.

And i don't like it.

This whole Styles thing is for show, but i can't help how i feel.

I-I think i love him.

I slammed my hands on the steering wheel in anger, fury.

I called up my manager.

"It had to be him huh!?" i yelled once he answered.

"What are you talking about?" Jay said, sounding dumbfounded.

"Harry Styles!" i mumbled.

"Oh well yeah, he's perfect." he said laughing.

"Well i guess you're just going to have to deal with me having a bit of feelings for him then, huh?" i said mocking his laugh.

"You can't." he said sternly.

"I'm tired of this whole maneater thing, i can change, i want to, i don't want to do this to him, it's all for publicity, when will i ever get to have a perfect relationship, you were the one who put me up to this shit, that i thought would be good for me, i thought you were doing this to protect me, you didn't you did it because the more attention i get, the more money comes rolling in. I want to change! I need to..." i said yelling nervously.

Did i?

Did i want to change how i am?

Did i wan't to change me?

"You wan't to change for one guy?" jay laughed, once again.
"You're pathetic" he added on.

"Yeah?" i said smartly.

"Yeah." he replied.

"You're fired." and with that, i hung up.

I decided to go home and take a shower.

Once i was done i watched a couple movies.

I coldn't take it.

I packed all my stuff and left.

•••••

Harry's P.O.V;

As i was getting out of the shower i heard my phone ring.

I let it go to voice mail, not like it would be anyone i want to talk to.

Rihanna, i thought.

I kept on reminiscing the moments we shared today.

I smiled deeply.

I was going mad.

'Well, lucky for you the things people say about me are rarely true'

How could i believe that?

People do lie...a lot these days.

I'm sure she wouldn't lie to me though, it seemed she felt the same way.

I kept on thinking of endless possibilities about her "loving" me.

Then the thought of this whole thing being a game, being something for simple publicity, sunk into my mind, and i got sick, nervous.

What if she is using me.

She is styles, she's using you.

Playing with you for fun.

'No, it can't be, stop it.' I nagged back.

Grabbing my phone and threw it across the room.

'calm down styles, calm down'  i thought, taking deep breaths.

I went and pick up my phone, not a scratch, perfect.

I pressed the home button and it read.

'One Missed Call; Rihanna♡' 

"Shit" i mumbled to myself.

Just then there was a panicky knock at my door.

Who could that be?

I walked up to the peephole and saw a strange man at my door.

I opened it and the man let himself in.

"Um sir what are you doing?" i said rudely.

"I'm Rihanna's manager well ex manager." he said looking around my flat.

"And?" i said following closely behind him.

"Let me hide here, i'm sure she's on her way here, please" he said screaming.

"Okay okay, just go sit over there, and we'll wait." i said taking him to he sofa.
"Would you like anything to drink?" i added on.

"Water please." he coughed.

"Water it is" i replied.

Grabbing three glasses.

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A/N 

Sooo that was chapter 7, and i really like it so far. This chapter is pretty short, and mine will most likely always be unless i have tons of ideas for the chapter :) Most of my chapters will also end with cliffhangers that will keep you thinking or some will be easy, like this one. or will it?

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