Teenage Casanova

He did it again.

Another night of sleeping with a beautiful woman and another morning of doing the walk of shame back to his hotel before she awoke. He didn’t really care much. He was used to his routine by now. Getting the girl and running the second he got what he wanted.

“Sorry babe.”

He let out a chuckle under his breath as he pulled his shirt back over his body and walked out of what’s-her-name’s apartment. Harry jogged down the two flights of stairs and pushed open the front door to the outside.

Harry took in a deep breath and exhaled in pure bliss. The sky was a perfect shade of blue as he stuck his hands in his pockets and strolled down the walkway and out of the complex. He gave his cheeky and irresistible grin to the people who passed him on the street as he made his way back to his hotel.

He loved it here. He loved absolutely everything about Barcelona. The scenery, the ocean, the weather, and, mostly, the girls. Harry hadn’t even been here for a month and he was already one of the most wanted men throughout the city. He was charming, gorgeous and definitely easy on the eyes. And he knew how to treat you right. At least, in bed.

That was as far as most of it went. He wasn’t looking for anything serious. Once he charmed you, got you all excited, and got you into bed he would be gone the next morning without another word or glance.

Some would refer to him as a whore, but Harry preferred casanova. He wasn’t like most nineteen year olds he knew. He didn’t just pursue a woman at a party, get her drunk, and shag her good. He thought the more romantic route was the way to go. Sweet talk her, tell her how beautiful she was, and entice her to bed with his charming ways.

For the most part, it worked. He was convincing and conniving in more ways than one. He loved getting what he wanted and most of the time all he wanted was a fuck with a beautiful woman that could easily be forgotten the next day. He didn’t really care for much else.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket as he sat down on the brick wall outside his hotel. He crossed one leg over the other and pulled his phone out and quickly placed it to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Mate,” Harry smirked a bit, knowing that Luca definitely had something great planned for tonight, like always. “Party tonight, yeah?”

“Of course,” Harry laughed, wondering how he could ever think he wasn’t up for it. “As long as there’s some hot babes there.”

“Man, you think I would invite you to some shit party if the chicas weren’t decent looking?” Luca huffed out. “How was last night? Good?”

“She was alright.”

“What was her name again? Might call her up myself.”

Harry just chuckled and rolled his eyes. “You think I actually remember?”

“Ah, that’s right. Harry Styles, the man who fucks and runs without a single care in the world.”

Harry felt only a little uncomfortable with Luca’s harsh words. But they were true, right? He didn’t bother getting to know people and he definitely didn’t bother remembering them. He was only in for something physical with no strings attached. He didn’t need someone weighing him down with emotions.

But even though he knew it was the truth about his own ways, he still felt a little pang in his heart whenever he imagined how cruel he actually was. Maybe it was time to change his ways?

Or maybe not.

Harry opened his mouth to say something back to Luca, but something caught his attention. Or rather someone. He watched in amusement as the girl ran down the sidewalk, chasing after a huge sunhat. It honestly looked like a scene in some cheesy movie and Harry couldn’t help but let a smile creep right up upon his face.

“I’ll call you back. I think I found my next one.”

Harry didn’t give Luca the chance to respond as he quickly ended the call, put his phone in his pocket and jumped off the wall. He jogged in the direction of the disgruntled girl, hoping to help her.

“Oh, come on!” She let out an aggravated yell as she just missed her hat as the wind blew it further away. “I paid $15 for you!”

Harry continued to laugh as he reached forward quickly and grabbed the hat just as it was passing by his feet. He stood in front of her and smiled widely.

“Do you always talk to all of your hats?”

“Only the expensive ones.” Hat girl laughed as she quickly pushed every stray strand of hair that had messily flown all over his face out of the way. Harry felt his heart speed up right in his chest as he stared at this mystery girl.

She was beautiful. Wow… Harry mused as he looked her up and down. He was used to seeing beautiful women as he walked the streets of Barcelona, but, as cliché as it was, there was something different about her.

The girl in front of him was a different sort of beautiful than the normal girls he pursued. The normal girls were sun-worshipers, choosing a deep tan over their health any day. He usually went for the blonde ones that looked like they would pretend to have high standards, but whisper the right word in their ear and mention how much you were packing, and they were clinging all over you. However, this girl didn’t look like any of those girls.

She was different. She traded in the blonde hair for long, dark brown locks, and instead of being skimpily clad in a tiny bikini, she was wearing a flowy sundress. Her lips were the selling point though. Harry just knew she could be real good with them, and the thought went straight to his pants. She had the face of an innocent girl. Harry knew just how to treat them, but they were always a bit more difficult to work with. You just had to woo them first.

And by looking over her figure, he knew it would be worth his while.

“Erm,” she blushed when she noticed how long he had been lingering on her. “Thanks for the help.” She extended her arms and took her hat back from Harry, giving him a small smile.

“Of course,” He let go of the hat and held his hands behind his back. “You should hold onto that tight. The wind loves to steal from people.”

“So I’ve noticed,” she laughed and cutely placed her sunhat back on her head and held the sides of it to keep it from flying away again. “Sorry for inconveniencing you with my stupid, little problem.”

“I don’t mind at all. I love helping beautiful ladies when they need it.”

Hat girl looked completely flustered, but Harry couldn’t help but notice how much she was fighting that redness creeping up on her cheeks.

“Do you say that to all the strangers you chase hats for or just me?” The two of them shared a smile and Harry couldn’t help but feel as if it were a genuine one.

He didn’t remember the last time he had actually spoken to a female and not already be kissing at this point. What was causing him not to just grab her by the face and plant one on her?

“Only the ones I want to know,” he gave her a wink which caused her to laugh.

“Nice one. Do those lines work on all the girls?”

“You tell me.”

She rolled her eyes but that smile that was drawing Harry in didn’t leave her face. He was becoming mesmerized by just that look she held and it was almost giving Harry chest pains. He had never felt this way when talking to a beautiful woman. But, then again, at this point they wouldn’t still be talking. Things would have been escalating already.

“I’m Harry,” he extended his hand out to her and she took it. He couldn’t help but notice how warm and soft her hand felt in his.

“It’s nice to meet you, Harry.”

“You wouldn’t happen to want to tell me your name now, would you?” He was used to getting the girl’s name first, but for some reason he had jumped the gun this time.

“Sorry, but I don’t give my name to strangers. You might be some creep or weirdo.”

“I may be strange, but I’m not some weirdo,” he rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but smile.

But when she didn’t immediately speak up he knew something was off. She fiddled with her fingers as she glanced up at him again and laughed. Her eyes scrunched together into little crescents as she laughed and it caused Harry’s stomach to do flips. What the hell is going on with you, Styles. He tried to shake the thought, but as she laughed on her and her eyes continued to do such a cute things he couldn’t get rid of his weird feelings.

“Maybe if I see you again I’ll tell you my name,” she brushed past him slowly, their arms touching as she did, and Harry could feel the electricity flow from their touch. He glanced down at her as she was right next to him and met her eyes. They locked gazes for what seemed like forever, but in reality was only a few seconds.

During those seconds though, Harry could feel his heart beat faster and faster. She was gorgeous and not knowing anything about her was driving him crazy. He knew this couldn’t be the last time they meet. He had to wait for the right moment to put on his charm and make her want him as much as he did at that moment.

“I’ll be waiting for that then,” he whispered as she continued on past him and dropped her glance. She walked on without another look back at him and disappeared before his eyes.

Harry watched in the direction she had gone for what seemed like ages. He wished they could have talked more. He wanted to get the chance to charm her and get her to bed. He wanted to feel those warm hands on his skin as he showed her what she was missing her entire life. He wondered if they actually would see each other again. He needed to, right? She was too gorgeous to forget right now.

He smirked as he turned the opposite direction and headed back through the doors of his hotel. That was it. He would see her again. He would lure her in with his looks and his words. And he would seduce her into bed just like every other woman.

He was determined and nobody was going to stand in his way.



“Ladies, ladies,” Harry laughed as he wrapped his arms around the two closest woman huddled around him. He loved the attention and the choices he had for the night. “There’s enough for me to go around.” Why couldn’t he have them all?

Harry let the two blondes on each side of him kiss his neck and he couldn’t help but smirk. They were so desperate for his attention and they had no idea about him. He was good at faking it. Faking the romance and the genuine feelings. He wanted to make the woman feel special just before he got what he wanted.

You could say he was just downright cruel.

“You cheeky bastard,” Luca shook his head as he joined Harry’s private circle and brought his cup to his lips. He took his usual spot between two other ladies that were most likely waiting for their chance with Harry, but were willing to settle on the second best.

Harry chuckled as he sat forward, letting the same woman continue to grope him as he held a conversation with his best friend.

“She was gorgeous, Luca. I can’t get her out of my head,” Harry grabbed his cup from the table and took a drink before meeting Luca’s eyes.

“You’re still talking about the bird with the hat, right?” Luca paid no attention to the girl’s hand which was now rubbing his crotch as he stared at Harry. “She’s just a girl, man.”

Luca was very similar to Harry. You could say they were almost identical in personality. He and Harry were both the charming type that could get any girl they wanted. Harry learned almost everything he knew about being a modern day casanova from Luca. His famous line “fuck and run and don’t hold emotions” was something Luca told Harry over and over again.

Unlike Luca, though, Harry had his own morals. He wasn’t as cruel as his best friend. And a part of him hoped he never got that bad.

“You’re not going soft on me, are you?” Harry shook his head. “Good then. If you can’t get her out of your head then you find her and lure her in, got it?”

“Of course. That’s the point, isn’t it? She’s got me craving her now,” harry took another drink and sat his cup down. He relaxed back against the couch and continued to let his girl’s touch all over him again.

As he closed his eyes when they kissed his skin, all he could see was her. His mysterious hat girl. He imagined her in the place of these random women. He wanted it. He wanted to feel her touch; her lips against his. Why was he feeling this way? He had hardly talk to her, and yet he couldn’t get her out of his mind.

If Luca knew how badly he was wanting to see her, he would definitely call Harry out on it. He wasn’t going by the rules now. Luca always said if someone was that beautiful you seduce now and forget later. But Harry hadn’t gotten the chance to wow her and he can’t forget her either.

He felt completely defeated. This was something different for him. He never wanted someone this bad.

“Come now, love,” he ripped himself away from the two women and rose. He was too aggravated to think about some girl. He had to get her out of his mind and there was only one way to do that. He turned to the beautiful blonde who was on his left and held his hand out for her. “Let me treat you well tonight.”

Her eyes filled with lust and excitement as she took his hand and stood against him. Their bodies lightly touched as a smirk filled his lips and he led her back towards the bedroom. The sounds of Luca’s laughing and a bunch of girl’s wining made him laugh as he shut the door behind him and his new toy.



Harry pulled his boxers and jeans back on as he grabbed his shirt and phone from off his last fuck’s dresser. He slowly crept out of her bedroom and through the apartment. He found Luca asleep on the floor with three women draped over his completely naked body.

You dog… Harry smirked to himself as he pulled his shirt over his head and yanked it down as he left the apartment without making a sound.

He wondered if he should have woken Luca. He would have to deal with the consequences of Harry’s screw and run. He could imagine the angry faces of the blonde hounding Luca for answers as to why Harry was gone.

It wasn’t an unusual response whenever Harry and Luca were together. Harry was always the first out of the place and left Luca to deal with his leftovers. It either ended in two ways. The first, the girl would smack Luca and scream her head off about being “used”. Or, Luca would still feel the urge in his pants and would go for round 2 with whomever Harry had that night.

It honestly didn’t matter to Harry. He didn’t bother seeing the women after he fucked him and he definitely didn’t give them a second thought.

Harry made his way back to his hotel and headed straight for his suite. The girl’s in the lobby gave him looks as if they wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off and have him right there. He gave them a wink as he clicked the up button on the elevator.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and immediately dialed his mom’s number. It had been a few weeks since they last spoke and she was sure that she was worried about him. He was her only son and she was, of course, his mom.

“Harry,” he laughed, knowing that she could have easily been sitting there just waiting day by day for his call.

“Thought I’d call and let you know I’m still alive. How are you, mom?” He walked onto the elevator once the doors opened and quickly pressed floor ‘13’.

“I’m okay. Missing you, though. We all are.”

Harry rolled his eyes. He knew, for certain, that not everyone was missing him. There was one big, burly man sitting in an office working himself to death that definitely did not miss him or his crazy antics.

His father, the chairman of Styles Corporation, was Harry’s biggest critic. No matter what Harry did, he couldn’t please his father. Eventually he just decided to give up and do whatever he wanted. Unfortunately, after it landed him behind bars more than once, his father decided to give him the ultimatum.

It was either grow up and prepare to take over the company when he retired or be cut off and disowned from the family.

So Harry decided to take a little vacation. He needed time to think and get his priorities straight. Did he want to become the head of the family? Was he ready to take over for his father and run an entire company?

He wasn’t. At least not yet.

“I miss you all too,” Harry sighed as the elevator reached his floor and he headed down towards his room. “I just thought I’d call and let you know I’m okay. I should probably get off and get a shower,” he unlocked his door and walked inside to the extremely messy room. “I love you, mom. I’ll talk to you soon.”

He hung up the phone quick before his mother would start begging him to come home again. He didn’t want to hear it. He wasn’t ready just yet. He still had a lot to figure out.

Harry tossed his phone onto the sofa as he walked towards the sliding doors. He pulled them open and stepped out onto the balcony.

He leaned against the railing and stared out at the city before him. Barcelona was beautiful, of course. But to Harry it didn’t feel like home. If he was honest with himself, he didn’t feel like home anywhere. He was a wanderer. He felt out of place no matter where he went and it honestly bothered him.

As much as he loved sleeping around with beautiful women and partying until the sun came up, he still felt emptiness inside. He longed for a solid home. Somewhere he could be and not feel the need to leave. A place that had people that would mean something to him eventually. But did that place or those people actually exist? He wasn’t sure.

“Harry?”

He was brought away from his thoughts to the sound of his name being called from the balcony beside his. He looked over quickly and was soon staring wide eyed at the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

“It’s you,” he couldn’t believe it. He didn’t think that their paths would cross again, let alone they would be staying in the rooms directly next to each other. Could it be fate? “Hat girl.”

She laughed that same laugh that made Harry’s stomach drop before. Her eyes did the same scrunching thing that was driving Harry completely mad. He wanted nothing more than to jump right across to her balcony and kiss her.

“I did say I would tell you my name if we met again, didn’t I?” She grinned widely as she picked up the book she was reading off the table and headed back towards her room.

Harry felt anxious as he moved closer to the railing, not wanting to say goodbye just yet. She was the girl he couldn’t get out of his head, despite everything and everyone telling him to forget her. He couldn’t. He knew deep down inside that he had to have her.

She stopped right at the door and glanced back over her shoulder at him. A small smile crept on her lips as she narrowed her eyes right at Harry. “It’s Kennedy.”

Kennedy…I have to have you. The game has begun.