Punk Harry Imagine

Part 15

Part 15

"Let's start off easy."

"Easy?"

"Yeah. What's your full name?"

He grinned. "Harry Edward Styles."

I nodded. His name sounded so professional and perfect. It almost didn't sound real, but I liked Harry fucking Styles more.

I thought for a while, thinking of more questions.

"This is boring." Harry sighed.

"I said that we were gonna start off easy!"

"But easy isn't fun..."

"Fine. Why do you live alone?"

Harry smirked. "And your true intentions are revealed."

"What? You didn't want easy. Why do you live alone?"

"Because I left my mom and my sister," Harry replied calmly.

"Why did you leave your mom and your sister?" I ask.

"Because I didn't want to stay."

"Why didn't you want to stay?" I push.

"Can we move on to another question?" Harry asked, impatiently.

"Fine. What do you talk about with Mrs. White?"

"I already told you; my problems."

"But what exactly are your problems?"

"Look, I'll tell you some other time." Harry sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

"Why not now? You said that you'd answer my questions!" I pout.

"Just drop it. I'll tell you when I'm ready."

"Fine. What is-"

"Stop."

"What?" I asked, confused.

"I don't want to answer anymore questions."

"You only answered four of my questions! Well, barely!" I argue.

"Stop," he warned.

I sighed and leaned back further into my seat. "You know, you say that a lot."

"What?"

"Stop," I say, trying my best to impersonate him.

I failed.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, so?"

I crossed my arms. "I hate that you always tell me what to do. It's like you always have to be in control. It's not fair."

His eyes grew darker as he bit his lip. "Yeah? And what's wrong with me being dominant?"

His hands made his way to my thighs.

"And I hate how you always do something like that when I'm trying to talk to you," I hissed, slapping his hand away from my leg.

"Well, I hate how you never let go and have fun," he spat.

"Well, I was having fun with JASE until to had to fucking ruin everything!" I retort.

"What did I say about calling him that?"

"You know what? I don't care what you tell me I can or cannot do. Jase is my friend and I don't have to listen to what someone like you has to say about it."

Harry laughed bitterly. "Him? Your friend? You know he was only wanting to get a nice fuck from you. You saw how he was when I was telling him all the things that we did yesterday? He was mad when he found out that you were already mine."

Okay, I wasn't expecting that.

"Yours? Please, I'm not some kind of object that you can claim," I scoff.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," he whispered slowly, sending shivers down my spine.

That's never happened before.

"I told you once and I'll say it again; I don't like you."

He laughed. "Maybe you should've thought about that before you were checking me out yesterday morning."

I blushed. "I wasn't 'checking you out'. I was simply examining you."

"Admiring," he insisted.

"Glancing," I corrected.

"Gawking."

"Looking."

"Staring."

"Define staring?" I ask, feeling a little bolder.

He smiled a little. "When you continue to look at someone for over three seconds."

"Fine then, I was staring," I admitted.

"I know. I can't blame you, though. Numerous girls have done it before."

"Yeah? And do you follow them out when they hang out with their friends, too?" I joke.

He shook his head. "Nope. You're the first."

Hearing that made my cheeks flush again.

I couldn't even stop myself from looking stupid when the waiter arrived with our orders.