"I guarantee my d*ck's bigger than that tree over there." 

I stared at Harry bluntly, biting my bottom lip an attempt to stop the giggles from forming and better yet leaving my lips. "That's unattractive." 

"Why? You don't like big ones?" Harry chuckled, staring ahead at the road. We were driving back to my house, and it was just four. It just hit me I hadn't done anything to tidy up the house, but clearly the house was clean enough for visitors. I'll just pretend to clean the kitchen by stuffing things in cabinets and what not. 

Leaning against the smooth leather seats to his Range Rover, I scoffed. "I clearly do. Just...that's abnormal." And we laughed about it because here we are talking about male genitals and casually going along with it because we're highly immature.

By the time he drove me back, my leg was bouncing in the car seat, heart in my throat as I tried to remain calm. One thing about being very careful about details in the anxiety that comes with one tiny failure. I try not to let it get to me, but you could understand with a mother I have one tiny mix up could be the end of my present and future.

The car stopped in front of my house as he sighed and dropped his hands from the steering wheel. He turned over to look at me, but as I didn't realize, I was already looking over at him. I was determined to leave quickly, avoiding any awkwardness but I guess it was too late for that. His pale green eyes were sparkly, his lips twitched up into a tiny smile.

"You're a dumb ass, you know. Staring at me like that," I told him, shaking my head. Despite what he told me, I couldn't help but think he was lying. Harry acted all different and his moods were spontaneous and abrupt. It just messed me up. I didn't know what to expect or think...and that maybe made me feel unsettling around him.

Or maybe you're starting to like him as a person, my conscience shot back at me. I felt betrayed by my own self.

Harry didn't drop the look. "I'm refraining from showing you my tree-sized d*ck."      

"Thank God you have such self control," I shot back sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"I have to go...before I'm the fried meat at dinner."       

He couldn't control his mouth, however. "I'll eat you."        

I scoffed at how corny this little bastard is. Narrowing my eyes, I sighed, "Seriously?" My hand was on the door, reading to make an exist but our conversation was holding me back; I don't know why.      

"Yes, actually. I wouldn't mind eating you," he smirked. He looked a little proud of himself, eyebrows raised and lips tugged into that irritating smirk. All he could be doing is smirking or even staring at my hair for me to grow annoyed, but at the same time I found myself craving his idiocy.    

  Just for the hell of it, I leaned over to his side of the car, making sure I put my weight onto something otherwise I'd expect to fall face first into his crotch, and you cannot imagine the jokes he'd make about that, claiming that was totally on purpose. My face was just as close as I'd allow it to his, just enough to feel his breath against my lips, his eyes staring carefully at me, highly alert on what the hell I was trying to do.    

  "I'm happy I got to meet your little sister, you're very --" I realized his eyesight wasn't on my face anymore, really directed at the sight of my cleavage. "Eyes up here, Styles," I snapped, and he immediately looked over at me, and it was a little cute because his eyes were wide and he was completely baffled by it. His cheeks were tinted a little pink, not fully embarrassed he got caught.        

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but was rudely -- not quite -- interrupted by my lips pressing into the skin of his warmed, pinkish cheek. I couldn't really help myself. I just wanted to kiss his cheeks that would reveal dimples whenever he smiled. I so managed to kiss the area on his cheek where the dimple would mark, which has disappeared by his stunned expression.      

"Thanks for today, and for yesterday, and for not being an asshole all the time," I whispered near his lips, now really afraid that my lips were too close to his and he could try anything if he wanted to, but he actually didn't.      

He looked into my eyes, and it wasn't one of those moments where the characters in a book or a movie would express their undying love or the flutters in their stomachs. It was the look of something real and pure; something sweet as candy and plain as water. Something that told me I should let it go. If Harry actually likes me; I'll be the judge of that.      

I thought he was going to becocky about my gratitude. But he just stared, glanced at my lips, and then back at my eyes. I hoped he wouldn't kiss me now, not now. I don't know how I'd react to that, because I'm scared that kissing him now will mean so much more than a kiss at the party.      

"Don't get into too much trouble," he whispered, letting the small grin spread across his pink, heart-shaped lips. And my mouth almost fell agape because I just realize -- at this distance -- how truly handsome he was, despite the piercing on his lip because that was just a fucking bonus -- dear lord.      

I smiled, staring down at nothing in particular, just to detach my eyes from his because I am truly feeling gushy and I don't like it at all. The startled stop of my breath when his hand reached to my cheek, feeling warm inside and despite my brain consistently telling me I hate him I realize I might just like him this way and hate how similar we are to each other.      

"The more I look at you, I swear the prettier you get," he breathed, almost like it took him years to say that. I involuntarily blushed beneath his gaze and the goofy words that left his lips. I rolled my eyes, but still a grin latched itself on my lips without my permission. "No, I'm serious." He insisted, chuckling at the bright red my lightly tanned skin was now.      

"Stop saying stuff like that," I told him, wanting to laugh. I don't know what's going on but it feels dangerous, and I'm willing to get hurt. "You're not a cheesy guy. It just doesn't fit together."      

My d*ck won't fit --" I stopped him, slapping his chest with my hand.      

"Seriously!?" I leaned away from him, laughing as he joined me. "This could've been a really cute moment but you just had to fuck it up!"        

"I'm sorry! It just felt like the moment to say it," he laughed, throwing his head back in undeniable contentment. "And your t*ts are literally just there, taunting me! For God's sake just pull up your shirt more often, Christ!"      

"For a strictly non-religious person, you truly say God a lot in one damn sentence," I scolded him, sounding peculiarly like my mother but that was okay because I didn't mean it.      

Harry just shook his head, inhaling with that dumb grin on his face but I couldn't deny it was a moment worth taking a picture of and keeping it forever. I hate him with everything, but I like him as a person all at the same time. I hate his face, and like it again. I hate his humor, but laugh really loudly at it without a second thought. All this and that are emotions and I can't control my impulses. Things just happen.      

"I guess you'll want to start cleaning now, huh?" He asked, when it got quiet for a few seconds.      

I groaned at the thought, reaching for the door. "Unless you're willing to help me." I asked him, not very serious about it whatsoever.      

He scrunched his nose up at the thought. "I don't know what you think, but I said I might have a little crush on you. I didn't say I'm in love." He scoffed, making me roll my eyes at him. "And stop rolling your eyes at me. I know you like me, too."      

"Correction, I might not." I snapped at him, eyebrows raised as a warning. "And make sure you plan out what we're doing next time. Because I'm really not sure of this hanging out bullshit." I teased him.    

  Harry brought his hand to his chest in pretend astonishment. "You might?" The wide look in his eyes told me he was really happy the word might was thrown into there.      

"Yes, but that depends if I hate you more than I like you."      

"Do you hate me more?"      

"Hmm? Right about now? Let's see...you stared at my t*ts twice in one night and you told me you're d*ck's the size of a tree...huh...I think I strongly dislike you."      

He wiped his forehead like he was sweating. "Woo, at least it's not hate," He remarked playfully.       

"I mean who likes a guy with a tree sized d*ck?" I asked, opening the door already.      

Harry scoffed, chuckling gently afterwards. "I'll see you around, pretty girl."      

"Bye, Harry." I shut the door, laughing to myself before I heard him roll down his window as he began to drive by.    

"Before I was rudely interrupted, I know you want this d*ck!" He shouted, immediately driving off and leaving me to stand in front of my door with a tint of mixed emotions replacing my sanity.

Screw you, Styles, screw you.

+

Emily Heller -- the curvy girl from the party -- sat herself down on my bed as I sat across. Emily, unlike most of my friends, is the only one who managed to get my mom to like her. We sat there, drawing out comics and laughing together like we're a bunch of sixth graders. But honestly, we had nothing to do. Our comics began to become more "sex humor" than anything else really.

"I'm like so over this one right here. P*nis shaped nose? Who is that?" She laughed.

I bit my lip, trying to stifle out laughs. "Harry."

Emily looked up, her eyes narrowing and almost completely stunned by my words. "Styles? The douche?"

I scoffed, trying not to make it evident I didn't like the way she called him a "douche." He's really not a douche, and if so, only I'm allowed to call him one. Harry wasn't wrong when he said everyone just assumed he was sleeping around with a bunch of different girls. But still I had a dreadful feeling that last night didn't really mean much to him. What was last night anyway? And why am I so concerned?

"He's not a douche," I snapped, not being able to control myself.

She seemed baffled by it, setting down the Sharpie she had in her hands. Her eyes stared into mine as if trying to decode the secret message hidden behind my eyes. But none of that was needed because just by the way I acted surely was enough to tell her something was going on.

"Wait...Serenity...do you like him?" Her mouth fell agape, a slight curve of amusement on her glossy, big lips. I didn't answer, feeling ashamed that I didn't even know the answer to her question. Though, she squealed and slapped my bare knee. I winced, rubbing with annoyance on my face. "Oh my god, Serenity! You fucking like Harry Styles," she whisper-yelled.

I placed my hands over my cheeks, groaning. "I don't even know if I like him, Em. So shut the fuck up please." I made sure to keep my voice down a bit, reminding Emily she needed to be quiet because my mother was downstairs with Emily's mom. Emily's mom was less strict than mine, but that didn't stop them from becoming the best of friends.

She squealed once more in excitement. "Aw, you actually like him! I mean, he's a douche and slightly dangerous, but I'm not going to judge on shit I don't know. You guys would actually look adorable together." She spoke really fast, breathing in and adding "aw" again every now and then. "I'm. Going. To. Die!" Emily squealed again, slapping my red knee.

"Ouch! Stop that," I snapped, rubbing my knee again. "And why are you so happy about my potential liking towards someone."

"Because, Serenity," she began, seeming now totally bored with my negativity, "It's been three years you haven't actually liked a guy and it scares me because I thought you'd be incapable of doing so."

"I've liked Riley," I protested, huffing.

Emily rolled her eyes. "Face it, girl, Harry is eighty three and two quarters times hotter than Riley Manor." My mouth fell agape at her words, but I should be used to this. We've only been friends for six years now. But even so, she was right. "This means you're not completely an emotionless little cunt." She added afterwards, nodding.

I gasped at her. "I never was!"

"Serenity, this is such a good thing you don't even understand. I will ship this until the end," she ignored my protest and continued to squeal and approve of my little, tiny, minuscule crush on Harry.

I scrunched up my nose. "What the hell is 'ship'?"

Emily waved me off, muttering, "Some Tumblr vocabulary ruining my English teacher's efforts." She clasped her hands together over her lap, watching me carefully. "So anything exciting happened between you two yet?"

This is where I told her everything. Where I spilled all the things I knew I could tell her -- leaving out Harry's dad and all just in case he didn't want me sharing so -- and I flushed over every compliment I repeated, hearing his voice saying it in my head. Emily 'aw'd' some more every other word I spoke, and I found myself smiling because maybe this wasn't such a bad thing. I wish I could be more open about this and understand myself.

"Sounds like you like him, honestly," she told me. "And I don't get why it's so hard for you to take the risk. He's slept with seven girls --?"

"Six," I corrected her.

"Six, seven, thirty, I don't care. But anyways, he's taking his time with you. And that's really cute." She said, smiling. She began to pick at the ends of her purple blouse, staring down at the mess of papers between us.

I sighed heavily. "I mean he told me he had this tiny little crush on me and all of a sudden I'm feeling the same thing. He put a curse on me, I swear."

Emily scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous. It may just be that when he told you he had a little crush, it triggered your hidden feelings."

"Actually, his baby sister got it out of him."

My heart stopped when Emily screamed, eyes wide and staring at me like she's seen a ghost. Her hands flew up to her face, and I watched her horrified.

"What?!" I shrieked, already feeling apprehensive.

"He. Has. A. Baby. Sister?" She screamed, and I'm sure my mom was hearing. I watched her in horror as she hopped on my bed in her crossed position. "I just love babies and toddlers. Oh my gosh!" She screamed louder than ever, her cheeks rushing red and I couldn't believe she was acting this way towards a little girl. But honestly I didn't know why I did the same, not nearly as dramatic as Emily over here.

From downstairs, my mother shouted, "Is everything alright up there, girls!?"

"Yes, mom! Emily's just being ridiculous!" I shouted back, glaring at Emily who was breathing heavily, attempting to calm herself down. Mom scolded us on our loudness before going back to her friend. I slapped her knee, now annoyed with her over dramatic reactions to almost anything related to babies or Harry.

Emily grinned, though, unfazed by my glare. "How cute is she? Does she look like him?" Her excitement made me angry, because I honestly didn't want to talk about Harry anymore.

Just as I was going to tell Emily I was gonna shove a stick up her ass and tape her mouth closed, my phone began to ring obnoxiously loud. It wasn't that ring tone "Big Poppa" so I knew that whoever was calling was a newer number I hadn't given the ring tone to. It was a regular ring, and it was irritating me.

I reached over to my phone, immediately blushing bright red at the irony. Harry.

"Well?" Emily seemed tired of waiting for me to answer, and I'm sure she didn't know who it was. "Who is it?" She asked as she finally saw my stunned, reddened face.

"Harry," I squeaked, suddenly nervous and grew anxious holding the phone in my palm like it was a fragile thing.

Emily squealed. "Answer it! Now!"

Without thinking, I slid my finger across my phone and held it to my ear. Emily kept hissing for me to put it on speaker, which I reluctantly did.

"Hey." I said quietly into the phone. I hoped and hoped Harry wouldn't say something that will have Emily rolling off my bed in tears of joy or laughter. Which ever came first. I rolled my eyes as Emily beamed at me, both of us awaiting Harry to respond.

"Hey, babe, you busy tonight?" He asked casually, obviously not aware he was on speaker. Emily grinned wider if that was possible, hissing "he called you babe he called you babe" like it was a fucking religious chant or prayer.

I bit my lip. "No, not at all. Got anything in mind?" I was being so stiff, only because Emily was here. I'd usually taunt him or remark something hotly at him, but I just couldn't. I felt like I was going to puke.

Harry seemed to pause. "Are you alright, baby? You're not insulting me right now."

At the word "baby" both of us were rolling on my bed in excitement. This is what teenage girls do. This is what we live for. No one can deny I'm seventeen years old, and I've scored a guy two years older than me and with the potential to go to college.

I laughed breathlessly. "Nah, nothing really. I just..."

"You just what?" I could hear the grin on his voice. I just kinda slightly, actually wanna hear you call me baby.

I rolled my eyes. "Nothing, Bubbles." I shot sarcastically. "But anyways, whatever you're up to tonight I'm up for."

Harry laughed, and I could feel myself practically jumping off a cliff at the sound. It got cuter the more time I spent with him and I just wish it was a little different than this. I wish I didn't have a psycho mom preventing me from leaving the house. Otherwise...I would be riding his tree sized d*ck.

"Bubbles? Really?" He spat playfully. "Anyway, I'm taking you swimming."

I raised by eyebrows at this, Emily already going through my drawers as I sent daggers with my eyes at her for going through my shit without my permission. "Are you sure that's not an excuse to see me half naked?"

"Maybe."

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