The Bad Boy’s Girl

Harry just thought that he was slick, sitting there with a stupid smile on his face.

"I love spaghetti." Hatry said to my mother.

"You're just going to love my homemade sauce." She giggled. And I rolled my eyes, my bakc pressed against the wall, I as basically pouting but I had my reasons. "Honey, you shouldn't be mad at this poor guy."


i was about to say something, but I didn't because I know that Harry is going to say something to make him look like a good person, he is such a liar! i wouldn't if he really does like spaghetti.

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Dinner was for, siting there at a table with Harry and My mum. Harry was placed next to me and my mum as eighth across from us. This was dreadful, he just shows up out of no where after I comepletrly humiliated myself in front of him. I did not like him one bit. But his lips were just so kissable, I look up at him and noticed that he has a little sauce on his cheek from the spaghetti. I should just leave it there. "Harry." I whispered. he looked down at me. He looked so vunderable. I grabbed my unused napkin and wiped his cheek.

"Thanks." He said, softly. for a moment I looked into his eyes, for a lie but saw nothing. I looked away.

"You're welcome." I mumbled, eating again.

Once I was finished, I felt relieved, I let out a long sigh throwing my things in the dish washer.

Harry as done after me, my mum wasn't even done yet. "you two can go have fun, and do what couples do, I'll just wait for your father to get home. It shouldn't be long until he does." She said glaring at the clock above the fridge.

"Okay." I said, pulling my phone out my pocket, and I coupd feel Harry's eyes on me. i looked at him with a 'what?' Glare. He smirked at me.

"I guess I'll get going." Harry said softly. "I think I have to run some errands." I looked up at him.

"Nice having you here Harry!" My mum waved at him. "Sarah don't just stand there, walk the poor guy out."

I shot hit her a glare she can't be serious, I groaned. Waking Harry out the house, and he just had a smile on his face. Once we got outside. I let out my anger. "You are such a two faced liar!"

"well, i did say I'm sorry." He crossed his arms, a smile still sitting on his face, I was getting tired of the small.

"You are so lucky I don't punch you in the face." I said in between my teeth.

"Like that would hurt." He rolled his eyes.

Was he challenging me? I raised my hand, swiftly slapping him in the face. He didn't look at me, he just looked down, the smile clearly gone from his face.

"I'm sorry." I blurt, regretting what I just did. My hands covering my mouth. "Harry?"

he just pushed his way passed me without saying anything, getting in his car, jetting off.

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