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Chapter 4 

The road back home was torture. I remained still, with my forehead against the cold glass, while Harry drove. His hand was still rested on my thigh and that kept me frozen in my seat the entire time. We didn’t talk; the only noise was the radio.

After a minute or so, I told Harry my address. It wasn’t far from the Caddie’s party, but the trip was taking longer than I had expected; or maybe it was the tension surrounding Harry and I that made the car nearly unbearable.

"Harry" I whisper in the dark. " You're on the wrong street." I turn toward him. Harry growls as he sharply turns around. Now, he’s going the right way.. What was he planning? Did he drive the wrong way on purpose? Why? I really need to get out of this car; there’s only a ten minute drive to my house.

"Tell me something about yourself," Harry demands, breaking the silence between us.

"What?"

"Are you deaf or something?" Well, that was rude. "I don’t know anything about you." He lowers his voice and sighs, frustrated.

"Um, well ..." I rack my brain cells... what can I say? "I like reading and watching movies." I bite my lip. "I'm not very interesting. "

Harry smiles at the last thing I say- is he making fun of me? I guess so.

"What about you?" I wonder aloud, prompting him to start a conversation.

Harry frowns. It’s like my question.... bothers him?

"As you can see, I like going out, I like-"

"You like to drink alcohol, you like to smoke, and you like girls." I finish his sentence with a slight smile.

Harry nods. "Good job, nerd."

I can see (through the passenger window) that we are two blocks from my house. Oh good, this night is almost over. Soon, I'll be out of this car and away from Harry Styles.

To kill time, I decided to ask another random question.

"What is your favorite subject?" I say, taking my glasses off to wipe on my shirt.

"Ha, none. They’re all shit.. That's such a nerdy question to ask," Harry laughs softly and turns to me. "You look quite different without glasses." Harry tells me, parking the car on the sidewalk next to my house.

"I guess so." I shrug in response.

Harry removes his hand from my thigh and I sigh in relief. I release my seatbelt with eager fingers. Harry gets out of the car and opens the passenger door. I blink, impressed by his act.

"That’s not really necessary." I tell him as I get off the car.

Harry ignores me, closes the door, and starts walking me towards the entrance of my house.

My house is quite big; my stepfather and my mother are doctors. On the positive side, we have a good life, and Madison and I can have whatever we want. On the negative side my parents are never home, like now. Madison has traveled to New York to visit her twin brother and my parents are working in the hospital, so I guess I’ll be home alone for a while.

We slip through the entrance across the road that leads to the front door.

"What is your favorite subject?" Harry asks me when we stop at the door.

"Um, algebra and geometry. So, I guess, math," I reply with a smile as I pull the house keys out of my pocket.

"You really are a nerd." He says with a grin.

I open my door and enter the house. "Well, Harry, thanks for the ride." I smile and am about to close the door, but something stops me- Harry’s hand on the door.

"I haven’t told you to go inside yet." He growls, remarkably angrily.

"Harry, it's- oh my god! Three in the morning," I answer, looking at my wristwatch. “My parents will be here soon and I'm tired. Also you should go check up on your friends. "Harry ignores me and pushes the door with a little more force. I move aside and the boy enters into my house.

"Very cute, nerd. The perfect life?" He asks ironically while he lies on one of my couches.

I try not to laugh about his mention of "the perfect life.” My life is not perfect; it’s normal and boring, if anything.

"You live with your parents?" He asks me as he sits on the couch and points to a space next to him.

This time I will not sit next to him; it’s better to have some distance between the both of us. We are alone in this house.

"My mother, my stepfather, and my sister, Madison."

"Madison Ray?" Harry smiles slightly. I nod in response and Harry bites his lower lip.

Surely, he is fantasizing about my stepsister. Madison and I are like two sides of the coin. We are very different. She is sociable and beautiful, with the perfect body, and she always dresses the best and goes to the best parties.

She was spoiled by my stepfather, Mike.

Another thing is that she is never found without a boy. It's like boys are in a waiting list, each waiting to be the next one. I think Harry and Madison would get along; they are quite similar. They both like to drink alcohol, are always in parties and are always in search of the opposite sex. Sounds like the perfect match.

Besides, she physically fulfills Harry's requirements. She always wears tight dresses and shows a lot of skin.  I can’t believe they haven’t been together yet.

"Earth to geek, are you there?" Harry snaps his fingers in my face.

"Um, what?"

"What's wrong? You were in some kind of mental lapse."

"No, nothing, " I yawn. "Harry, please leave."

"Ugh, you're so boring Lucinda." He complains. "Give me your phone." He orders, stretching his hand towards me.

"What for?"

"To get your number," He says angrily.

I bite my lip. Surely he’ll scorn upon me when I tell him.

"No, I don’t have one."

Harry winced. "What the fuck? What world do you live in, Lucinda? "He asks harshly.

I'm tired and Harry is being so rude.                                                                   

"Please, just go, Harry," I pray for the third time tonight.

Harry rolls his eyes. "You're the first girl that wants me out of her house.  Almost all the girls are always begging me to stay. "He says, offended.

I blink. What can I say? I don’t want him to stay; there is no reason for him to. This is very odd and new to me.

"Sorry, but ... I ... I'm not like the other girls." I shrug.

"I can feel it. I'm wondering if you really are a woman, nerd."

Ouch, his words hurt.  I guess he doesn’t realize how much he wounded me..

I bite my lower lip. "Please Harry, go."

"Or what?" He almost yells, approaching me. What is going on? Is he bipolar?

His emerald eyes sparkle and his face twists in rage. God, I’m afraid.

"Um, I will call the police." I manage to get out, but my voice sounds strangled.

Harry laughs, and the sound echoes in my ears. His laugh is charming.

"I don’t think you will. You're innocent, I like that. " He smiles, lifting my chin with a finger.

First he insults me, then laughs at me, and now approaches me. Have I ever been so scared in my life? I think not ... until now.

"We could see a movie." He suggests, moving away from me and back to the couch.

Why can’t he understand that I don’t want him here? I'm frustrated; I hate when people don’t listen to me! I don’t like the way he thinks he can do whatever he want. He is in my house.

"Harry, go!" I scream, suddenly furious.

I cover my mouth immediately. I've never yelled at anyone, not even to Madison when she bothers me. Ugh, I don’t know what happened, but Harry's attitude made me frustrated.

"You? Screaming? I didn’t expect that." He smirks, raising an eyebrow at me. "I'm going anyway, you're boring as shit." He spits angry and walks away.

The sound of the door slamming shut makes me jump a little. My body relaxes and I sigh. I walk over to lock the door.

Harry is incredibly fickle. The entire night seemed like kind of dream, but now it’s finally over.

I think after this I have learnt my lesson:

I have to stay away from Harry Styles.