Addiction. (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter Thirty Seven.

As I walk out of my last class this side of lunch a thin arm covered in a navy blue knitted sweater is thrown over my shoulders. A half full pandora bracelet handing off her wrist and catching the light as we walk.

"That's right ladies and gents, I'm the best friend of Styles' girl. We're actually sharing him"

I'd love to know how Rebecca's brain works sometimes. But I think the mystery of it is what makes it funnier when she comes out with these random things. Like a magic trick. It loses the brilliance once you know how it works. I learnt that the hard way when I found out that there's actually 2 people in the box when the woman gets "sawed in half". Biggest disappointment of my 14 year old world.

"I am not his girl. And if I'm not getting any Styles then YOU definitely aren't getting any Styles"

Shrugging her arm off my shoulder I push her slightly and she loses her balance causing her to nearly bump into a girl. She apologises and then we both burst into giggles as we take our usual seats for lunch.

"Well the rest of the school thinks that something has happened. Plus Harry's already told the boys that you slept together"

She threw the comment away as if it was nothing and took a bite into her sandwich. Ham and Ketchup... Old habits die hard apparently.

"What?! He's telling people we slept together?! But we only-"

Looking up from my lunch to meet Rebecca's eyes I stop my sentence. Her amusement filled eyes and gaping mouth tells me that I've already told her exactly what she was searching for.

"YOU DID DO SOMETHING WITH HIM YOU SNEEKY LIL BITCH!"

"You tricked me! That's not fair Rebecca"

The excitement is literally spilling out of her as she puts her sandwich down on the table between us and leans in, resting her chin on top of her hands. A look that would usually imply she was innocent and sweet but we both knew she was merely moving closer for gossip.

"So what happened you cheeky minx?! Did you sleep with him?!"

"No! Jesus no"

"Then tell me! The suspense is killing me"

With a roll of my eyes and a reluctant sigh I give in.

"We kissed. More than once. We are not a couple. I don't know what we are or if we will ever be anything. I broke down last night when he came to hang out. I told him about my step dad and we were both so exhausted afterwards that we fell asleep. He drove me to school to save having to take 2 cars when we could take 1. And no, you cannot set us up on dates or tell a single person anything I just told you"

I know Rebecca like the back of my hand so I gave her all the answers to the questions I knew she would have.

She sites back and just gives me a knowing smirk with her arms folded.

"What?"

"You so like him"

Her eyebrows wiggle up and down at me and I laugh off her comment. After that lunch passes pretty quickly and even though I told her no she still asks if she can set us up on romantic little dates.

"I'm not going on a date with him for the last time Rebecca!"

"Why not?"

The strong and familiar mescaline voice comes from behind me. Harry.

I quickly turn around in my seat to see the beautiful human in front of me. Hand left hand clutching his phone at his side and his right hand holding his backpack over his shoulder. Colourful designs escaping his shirt. His curly chocolate hair flopped down onto his forehead, further down than he usually likes it but he hasn't bothered to brush it back yet. Glistening green eyes holding my own orbs captive, making me forget that I'm staring and causing a raised eyebrow and smirk from him. Snapping myself back into reality I reluctantly break our rather intense eye contact and look to his feet then back to his eyes. He moves to sit next to me and I turn back around to face Rebecca, practically drooling over the boy on my left.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Well, why won't you go on a date with me?"

All I can see is Rebecca's eyes practically popping out of her pretty little head. She's freaking out on the inside but trying to act cool on the outside, it may work for the rest of the world but I know her too well and can't help but shake my head at her reaction.

"Because y-you haven't asked m-me on one"

My breathing slightly hitches and my words stumble out of my mouth in a mess as the feel of Harry's hand on my thigh under the table stops me from being able to think straight. I don't know how he continues to have this effect on me, but he seems to love my reaction every time, that naughty-boy smirk appearing on his face. The smirk making his dimples pop, along with Rebecca's eyes. I genuinely think she might pass out if she gets anymore attracted to him.

"Well I'm asking you now. Francesca, would you do me the honour of coming on a date with me?"

All I can do is look from him to Rebecca and back to him. What the hell is happening?! Is this a joke?!

"I'll take that gobsmacked look as a yes. Tonight, I'll pick you up at 5. Where something warm, it'll be cold. Maybe bring spare socks too."

And just like that, with a wink he ups and leaves.

Uncontrollable screams and dancing come from Rebecca and I. "Fangirling" I believe it's called. We went a little nuts. I can't believe that just happened.

I'm going on a date with Harry Styles!