Abditory [H.S]

19

Make sure you read chapter 18 before this!! This was a double update besties. Ur welcome.

Luella Jones

"Hi Harry." I say shyly, switching my weigh from one foot to another on the soft carpet.

I look at him a bit, seeing how he's wearing a grey sweater, skinny jeans, and an only white socks pair. He has his hair hunched back in a bandana, making a few curls drop beside his neck.

Okay, he looks cute, but that doesn't mean he isn't an ass to me anymore.

Possible serial killer as well.

"You're right on time I see, that's brilliant." He nods as he steps closer to me, already making my body tense up.

I hate the way he has the ability to do that.

"Yeah well, it's not like I was in a hurry to see your face, Styles." I murmur slightly, showing the small confidence I have in myself.

He chuckles a bit, shaking his head as he starts walking towards me, standing closer to my figure to lean down at me.

It's not like he's taller than me; maybe a few inches and so, but we're about the same height.

I'm not so tiny either, but him in front of me makes me look small due to his large, gorilla size.

Not like I'm bodyshaming him or whatever, but he's definitely tall for an 18 year old like him.

"You're not a ride of joy either, Jones." He whispers into my ear, sending chills running down my back.

I swallow onto my dry throat as he looks back at me now, his face directly in front of mine, making me observe every feature of his.

I glance around his face a bit, I've already seen his green eyes, but they're more lighter right now, kind of look soft.

I look at the side of his right eye, seeing small dots near it.

Are those freckles?

As I go to watch them even closer, he pulls back, clapping his hands together. "Right well, now that you're here, we can start working on this stupid chemistry project."

He heads to his living room, slumping down on the big couch, putting his arms at the top side of it, and spreading his legs wide.

Right, the chemistry project.

I sit down slowly on the opposite couch, feeling the soft touch of it on my hands as I put my bag on the ground and shuffle through it.

I can feel his gaze on me, it's obvious.

I look up at him once I've gotten the list I wrote this morning out, making his eyes fall back to my face where they previously were on my clothes.

I'm not wearing something tight, I don't understand why he needs to stare at them too much, even if I'm comfortable in what I'm wearing; it still makes me feel a bit insecure because of him.

I hate when people do that, especially men.

Like really, if I have something on my shirt, speak up and tell me about it, don't just stare at the spot for the longest period of time.

I clear my throat once I've gotten his attention again, starting to explain the stuff we need to work on.

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So long, I haven't been wanting to strangle Harry.

Most of the work we're doing are being split between us both, doing our research on our own and just finishing as fast as we can.