Offbeat || Harry Styles

Chapter 5

   The walk to the library the next day was a bit stressful for Tim. Even though she barely had any sleep, she managed to kick off her covers and dress herself into dark jeans and a baby pink knitted sweater. She also decided to wear her glasses today.

It was still windy outside, but it was nice. It was warm, and sunny, with a bit of wind. Tim was neither cold or hot.

It took her fifteen minutes, and she was standing in front of the library she had been going to for the past few years. She smiled at the dark wooden door before going inside. The bell rang, catching Dave's attention. ''Hello Tim,'' The old man smiled at her.

''Hi,'' she shyly returned the smile before making her way to the last aisle in the library. The book was between her thin fingers in a matter of seconds. What she saw next was a bit unexpected.

Harry was already there, his eyebrows furrowed as he mouthed whatever he was reading. Tim wasn't expecting him to be here, well, not after their awkward encounter yesterday. Alas, she shook it off and walked to the couch he was sitting on. She flipped her dark her to the side, quietly sighing as she sank into the couch. She wasn't going to talk to him.

''Hey Tim,'' She clenched her jaw when Harry greeted her with a wide smile, displaying his perfect set of teeth. She only nodded in response and opened her worn out book.

''Aren't you going to talk to me?'' Harry asked. Tim still wasn't planning on talking to him. This is extremely dangerous, she thought.

''Hey, Tim.'' She loudly flipped her page, as if it would tell him shut up. She raised an eyebrow and tried to read what was written on the yellow paper. She frowned at the little tear at the top.

 ''Tim, Timmy, potatoe,'' Harry had already set his book down, and he wanted nothing more than to hear what Tim would have to say to him.

''I found a funny joke on Google today, wanna hear it?'' Harry asked but didn't give her time to response(not that she was going to, anyway), clearing his throat and grinning like an idiot.

''Okay so, what did one cell say to his sister cell when she stepped on his foot?''

Tim continued to read Shakespear's words. ''Mitosis.''

Harry's loud laugh ecoed through the empty library, as he covered his mouth with his hand, shaking as he tried to contain his laughter. Tim thought it was stupid, but couldn't help but smile.

''Come on, now. Laugh.'' Harry said in between laughter.

''It was pretty lame,'' Tim spoke for the first time today. Harry grinned and sat up straight.

''No, it was hysterical. I mean, at least I think it is,'' He shrugged his shoulders at his own response and kept on staring at Tim. She uncomfortably shifted in her seat, shuffling away from him just a little bit more. Despite his handsome looks, he was a goof.

''Was that your mum with you yesterday?'' Harry asked, playing with the rings around his fingers. Tim glanced at his large hands before nodding her head. ''What's her name?''

''Are you aware that you ask way too many questions?'' Tim raised an eyebrow at Harry.

''I am. So?''

''Linda.''

''Was that your boyfriend yesterday?'' Tim bluntly asked. She mentally slapped the back of her head. What happened to not talking to Harry?

''God forbid,'' Harry shuddered. Tim bit her lip to prevent herself from smiling. ''I mean he is nice and all, just not my type. I don't really think men are my type.''

''Oh, good to know.''

''I'm pretty sure that is,'' He smirked at her.

''Cocky, are we?''

''Nope.'' Harry said before picking up his book again. Tim took as her Que to continue reading her own book. She silently shook her head, squinting as she read on.

The following two hours were silent, well, almost. Harry claimed that he finished the book for the eighth time and he didn't want to go home. Tim was stuck with him, for now. He started crumbling papers, throwing them in the air before catching them. The sound it made made Timmy cringe, but she didn't comment. When Harry was finished with his balls of paper, he took out his phone.

Tim grunted when she heard a loud click. ''What, you're taking picture of me now?''

Harry cheekily grinned,''No, I'm taking a selfie, Timmy. Not everything is about you.''

Actually, Harry had taken a picture of Tim. Sitting with her knees tucked to her chest, tightly clutching a book in her small hands, glasses on the bridge of her nose was quite the view. Harry smiled at his phone, before placing it in his pocket. He stood up, collecting his old school bag. Tim just looked up at him to see what he was doing now.

''I'm gonna head out. See you tomorrow, Timmy.'' He smiled at her. He was halfway through the hall  before Tim asked.

''What makes you think you'll be seeing me tomorrow, Harry?''

''I just know. Later, Tim.''

Tim furrowed her eyebrows before standing up. ''Wait up,'' She called.
 Harry turned around for the second time, surprised that she actually called for him.

''I'll leave with you,''

''Uh yeah sure,'' He scratched the back of his neck. ''Just...just keep distance between us.''

''Wasn't planning on doing being near you. I just don't want to walk alone, okay?''

''Okay, Timmy.''

''It's Tim. One M, no Y,'' She told him as they exited the library. Dave hworriedly glanced at them before returning to his book. Tim pretended  she didn't see it and clutched her bag tightly with her hand. It seemed like every single person was staring at Tim and Harry, but nobody was really was paying attention to them. They were just little dots on the big map.

''Timmy suits you. Did you watch that cartoon when you were little? It had something to do with faries and shit,''

Tim laughed,''Yes, I did. I kind of wished I had my own faries.''

''Don't we all?'' He smiled at her. She found herself smiling back, but a loud honk interrupted her action. She frowned as she turned around to watch a car drive towards them. Harry, however, seemed to know who it was.

''Styles!'' The guy, Cameron, from yesterday poked his head from his window. ''Let me drive you home, babe,''

''I'm not your babe,'' Harry muttered under his breath. He nodded at Cameron and turned to Tim with sorry eyes. ''I'm really sorry. I would have him drive you but he, um, he doesn't quite like girls. I'm sorry, Tim.'' Harry blurted.

Tim gave him a soft smile, assuring him that it was completely fine with her. She could walk on her own. She did it every day.

A loud gasp left her lips when she felt the cold dirt splash against her face and clothes due to Cameron's wheels. She heard his obnoxious laugh and felt tears fill her eyes. She bit her lip, blinked a few times, flipped her hair to other side, and walked home with dirt covering her.

author's note: cameron u bitch nobody likes you go awayayeee what do you think?
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