18 - h.s

twenty one

Sophia Elliot

I looked over to where Harry sitting in the corner of the cafeteria with the rest of the boys and as my gaze met his as he raised his eyebrows and motioned his head slightly over to where they're sat, silently signalling for me to walk over. I stared at him and shake my head slightly refusing.

I looked back round at Aria, who had a confused look on her face as I made my eyes meet with hers, her eyebrows furrowing and confusion etching her features as she tilted her head to the side as if to ask me what the fuck was going on.

"Soph, what the fuck is up with you and Styles recently? You cant keep your fucking eyes away from each other." Her face screwed up with confusion at my sudden fascination with this boy. I just ignore it and shake my head at her question.

"It's nothing, he's just being extra irritating recently, and he keeps pouncing on me and randomly popping up so I kind of have to keep an eye on him to make sure he's not fucking behind me." I shook my head and giggled, making her laugh with me but her eyes widen and she points behind me, making me whip my head round to see Harry walking up to me, his hands in his pockets and his ever so famous smirk still etched on his face. I rolled my eyes and he shot me a glare, making my face glow red and my heartbeat quicken.

"Talking about me behind my back princess?" Harry rasps into my ear, making my face turn more red by the second, making Aria even more confused at this whole situation, mouthing the words, "What the fuck?" to me as he was even closer to me than before, as he placed an arm around me and stood with his hand on my shoulder, digging his fingernails into it, his sharp nails almost making their way through my shirt and marking my skin, I winced slightly at the contact, making him pull his hand up slightly and lessen the pressure.

Wow, what a fucking gentleman.

Aria flicked her eyes between Harrys ring covered hand that rested on my shoulder firmly and my eyes, her questioning me on what was going on. I just shook my head slightly as to make her not worry but this just made her look even more worried, her eyebrows shooting up and shooting Harry a weird look.

Harry let go of my shoulder and swung round me and then swing his arm round me, making me confused until I remembered the plan.

The fucking plan.

Aria gave a look as if she was about to fucking murder this man, and honestly I'd let her. It would make my life a whole lot easier, I was about to hand her the gun myself.

"So babe, you not going to come over and eat with my friends?" Harry placed his hand on my chin, pulling it round to face him, him looking down at me and his eyes just telling me to go along with this, which for some stupid reason I did.

"Well, I'm trying to figure out a way to keep you the fuck away from me," I decide to rebel against the plan we had made prior, his eyes going wide as I grabbed his hand and pulled his arm off of me and moved away from him on the bench. I looked over to him and honestly, if looks could kill, I'd be dead right on the spot.

I flicked my eyes back over to my best friend who's expression turned from confused to proud as I 'stood up to Harry'. She folded her arms and leaned over the table and into Harry's space, raising her eyebrows and shooting him a glare, making him scoff at her attempt to intimidate him because why would he be fucking scared of her of all people? She's about as intimidating as a butterfly stuck on a marshmallow.

"You heard her, asswipe. Stay the fuck away from her." She said through gritted teeth and I grabbed her arm to try and make her stop but she ignored me and pulled har arm away from my grasp. I looked back over to Harry who's expression was full of anger and he balled his fists and furrowed his eyebrows and I was praying that he didn't go for her.