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You're still not answering my texts. What's up with that?
It was the fifth text from Louis today. I had been ignoring him, even if it was rude. I was done with everyone connected to Liam and the all-important football team. I had also seen Harry confront Louis in the hallway after jumping all over me about the text. I didn't have time for this drama.
I wanted no part of it.
I knew I should explain to Louis why I wasn't going to be texting him. He deserved an explanation. I'd do that during lunch. Yesterday Liam had sat with me outside at the picnic tables, but it was so fucking awkward. He obviously didn't want to.
I sent him a text this morning telling him he didn't need to sit with me at lunch today. I was ready to figure this out on my own. He responded with a simple yeah.
"Are you gonna answer him?" I heard that familiar deep raspy voice.
I glanced up to see Harry walking beside me. His eyes weren't on me, just glaring straight ahead. From the frown on his face I knew he was unhappy with Louis texting me. Not like I care about that; I was ignoring Louis to detach myself from all things Liam. Since that was what would give me the most peace at home and at school. But I was tired of people telling me what to do. Especially this person. Someone who had no right to tell me who I could and couldn't talk to.
I slipped my phone back into my pocket.
"Good girl. Ignore him. Save us all a helluva lot of trouble. I'll make him pay for this shit if he keeps it up," Harry warned without once looking at me.
My face felt hot as his condescending words rang in my head. He had no right to speak to me that way. Just because I didn't speak, didn't make me ignorant. But the way he said good girl had too much of an effect on me than it should've.
"Okay!" I snapped. It took only a second for the realization to wash over me that I'd spoken out loud. He'd made me so angry, I just blurted it out. My skin broke out into a cold sweat. I would not lose it. I was fine It was just one word.
His eyes were on me now. Confusion and disbelief as he stared down at me. I glanced up at him, wanting desperately to run from this or somehow erase it. The word had just burst free without difficulty or pain. But my memories... I didn't want those to come out with the sound of my voice.
"Did you just..." He trailed off as if trying to decide whether he had really heard me speak. I didn't confirm or deny it. I simply stood there staring up at him. I wouldn't say more. Maybe he would think he imagined it.
He shook his head and then turned and stalked off down the hallway. The crowd parted for him, too. Just like it did for Liam. I reached up and touched my lips with my fingertips. What was it about Harry Styles that made my mouth have a mind of its own? First I let him kiss me without even knowing him. And now I said something without even thinking about it.
