18 - h.s

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Sophia Elliott

"Um, Soph? What the fuck was that about?" Aria looked at me with the same wide as she contained throughout mine and Harry's interaction, the look of shock not leaving her face. The room around us began to bustle again, everyone going back to their conversations and minding their own business again.

"I don't know, he's just being an ass again, but are we really surprised at this point?" I roll my eyes and look around the cafeteria to see Harry sat with the rest of the boys, his large frame taking control of the space as he had his legs apart and leant forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together, looking like he was listening to whatever shit Niall was talking.

His eyes jolted to meet my gaze as he looked me dead in the eyes and winked, a smirk rising to his mouth once again, as he shifted his eyes up and down my body, then almost immediately locking his eyes back with mine for a few seconds before turning back to the conversation he was having with the boys.

I sat frozen, unsure of what to do or say, I didn't know where to put myself, I shook it off and turned back round to Aria and tried my best to block him out, which proved difficult as i just couldn't shake him from my mind for some reason, he was addictive and so was the thought of him. I felt his eyes burn into the back of my frame and i fought the urge to spin round and lock my eyes with his again, letting him know i know he's definitely up to something here, but also trying to give the impression that i wasn't afraid of him at all, whether that be a lie or not.

I really don't know why he had this effect on me, even I was confused at what he wanted with me.

Why would he be using me for homework? I'm definitely not the smartest in our grade, fuck, not even our class and yet he's pestering me for answers?

I really don't get his game. Does he just get off on this little power trip? Does he pull this shit just feed into his god complex?

I just wish he would fuck off.

The bell rang and the hallways filled with bustling students filtering out of the room and towards their next class. I looked around to see where Harry had got to, just to ensure there were no more fucking surprises from him, I really didn't know how much more I could take from this guy at this point.

"I'll see you later Soph," Aria smiled as she followed the rest of the students out of the room and i just gave a smile in response. I was absolutely drained at this point, i want nothing more than to go fucking home. And never see that prick again in my life.

My gaze still roamed the halls around me, trying to keep tabs on where Harry was, but he and the rest of the boys were gone so I assumed they went to their next class, on time for once. Huh, maybe people do change?

-

Harry Styles

"And you did that why?" Liam asked, leaning back in his chair with a confused expression lining his face, his brows furrowing down as he crossed his arms.

I rolled my eyes in response, pulling my phone from my pocket and unlocking it, also leaning back in my chair, not even taking that much notice of Liam at this point, but who ever does?

"And you ask so many questions, why?" I deadpanned, I was getting more and more pissed off by the second right now, honestly trying not to throw him from the fucking window.

The window was open and we were on the top floor, it wouldn't be difficult for me to do.

"To be fair, styles, he has got a point," Zayn spoke up, scratching the back of his neck and leaned against the table near the window. Now, don't fucking tempt me, Z. "You don't even give a fuck about her, why do you get so.." he stared into space and tried to piece together what he was thinking into a coherent sentence.

For fuck sake spit it out.

"Up close with her? You were hella close to her man, I honestly thought you were gonna make out in the middle of the cafeteria." he laughed, making a bellow of laughter come from Niall too while Lou just stayed silent, he's the only one in this fucking room that I do not wanna throw from a building, he just preferred to sit back and observe situations than get involved in them, unless he had a reason and couldn't help himself from throwing a punch. He's got a mean right hook on him, i'll give him that.

"Why do you care so much about getting so close to her and always going out of your way just to piss her off? Because," Niall paused, opening his can of coke and then swigging it down. "You know she can't fucking stand you."

Why are they fucking interrogating me now?

i cracked my knuckles and rolled my eyes again and sighed in frustration, clearly showing them not to push me because i've well and truly had e-fucking-nough. They were honestly lucky i cracked my knuckles and not their fucking necks. It wouldn't have been the first time i tried and i knew it wouldn't have been the last.

"See? he's even getting worked up now!" Liam exclaimed, pointing in my direction. My brows furrowed in frustration as i slammed my phone down in the table and leaned forward in my chair to face him. "Awww, does Hawwy have a cwush on Sophia?" Liam questioned in a mock baby voice. Okay, now who's the one going out of their way to piss someone off?

"Fuck OFF Liam!" I stood up, my hands simultaneously slamming down on the table in front of me, the sound of my rings clashing with the wood as he visibly jumped and the other boys stopped laughing, Louis just sat in the corner unfazed and observing silently.

"You don't know what you're fucking talking about, i don't do crushes, i just fuck, you know that." I spat, my rage becoming very evident at this point, and to the other guys it would seem that I'm not helping my case here.

I do not have a crush on her. Like I said, I don't do crushes, I don't do relationships and I do not do feelings. Simple.

"Fuck off, the lot of you." I mumbled, pulling my cigarette packet and lighter from my pocket and walking towards the door. I need a cigarette.

"Where the fuck are you going now?"

I didn't answer, I just slammed the door in response. I don't know why I was getting so angry and worked up over this. She meant fuck all to me, i just like winding her up, it was entertainment for me.

"Wankers." I mumbled to myself as I walked through the empty hallways and made my way over to the stairwell. This floor was always empty during my free period.

That's why me and the boys always claimed it, we wanted our space so we'd have it.

The sound of my black converse hitting the linoleum floor echoed through the hallways and bounced off each wall with each stride I took, followed by the door creaking as I opened it to leave the floor.

I've fucking had enough of this shit.