Pretty Reckless // styles

Prologue

Grey's POV

  When I met Harry, he was, he is nothing but trouble. It was something about that damn smile he would flash me when he knew he was pissing me off. And I fell in love with his smile. No matter how many times I wanted to slap it off his face. No matter how many times he made my cry while doing it, I love it. I love him. 

The only problem is, that boy isn't capable of anything that has to do with love. 

  Here I am sitting on the bathroom floor of a Motel 6, after a disastrous night. I'm waiting on Harry to come in and yell at me and tell me that what I did was wrong and how my actions caused tonight to collapse like dominoes. But I no better. He isn't coming back.

  And sitting here is when I start to reflect back on everything. I start to reflect on us. But then again, can there even be and us after this?

But all of this takes me back to when I met him at the library. 

flashback

I stacked boxes of books we had just received onto a cart and started to roll them into the building. As soon as I made it to the door, I put the code in the pad lock and the door opened. 

My ears were greeted with loud laughing and I can't even say they were talking, because they were shouting. "Liam, did I show you Brittney's nudes?" I cringed. As I rounded the corner, I realized they were sitting at a round table. They being a blonde, a light brunette, and another curly headed dark-haired boy. "Oh my, WHAT?"

I walked over calmly and place my hand on the table. I did not speak until all of the boys had their stare stricken on me. "Hello miss, were we being too loud?" The blonde said, cheekily. I blushed and face palmed in my head for it. "Yes, you are being a bit loud. Please keep it down or I'm going to ask you to leave. " I managed to get out as politely as possible. "Oh we are so sorry. Miss..." The dark head boy trailed off, as if asking for a name. "Grey," He smirked. "Miss Grey." 

My cheeks flushed red at the sound of my name from him. 

I quickly walked away from the table and sat down at my desk. 

flashback ends

Sometimes we love what we can't have and sometimes we aren't supposed to have what we really love. The boy with the million dollar smile chose me of everyone and now I feel as if he never even wanted it in the first place. 

I'm sitting here with a bottle of Jack Daniel's trying to wash down everything that was going through my head, trying to forget that stupid boy's name but the only thing I'm forgetting is where the fuck I am. And regardless of everything, I wanna hear him yell at me. And I want him to tell me I was wrong and I wanna feel him embrace me. 

"Harry, please come back." I whimpered to myself. 

And just like he could hear me, I heard the door slam open. 

"Grey, where are you?" He called out sternly. 

"In the bathroom." 

The shuffling of his footsteps was the only thing that could be heard besides my heart in my chest. His curls peeped through the doorway, to which I left the door open. His tall frame leaned against the door frame. He didn't say anything for a couple minutes and I knew better than to look at him. I could smell the anger radiating off him. I glanced up at him once and that's when it started. "What the fuck was that?" 

But I'm assuming you wanna hear the story first. 

A.N. // I'm not big on stories but I wanted to try and write one. I usually just write poetry but I have a lot in me that I wanna put into a story and see how it works out. 

I'm positive I did the prologue wrong but I promise the story comes back around to explain it.

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