Torn [Harry Styles]

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

"Danica." A voice calls, it's not Gabby but Harry. I turn my head back to see him walking up to me so I begin walking too. Unfortunately my legs are a lot shorter than his and even with out looking I can tell it only take a few long strides to catch up with me.

"What do you want." I give up trying.

"Hi." He smirks. I roll my eyes and keep walking. "No I was mean yesterday. Don't ignore me!" I can see him getting mad.

"Don't worry about her." Some girl comes up behind Harry. "I won't ever ignore you."

"Piss off Abbey!" He almost yells, and pry's her off of him

Once again he is next to me. "Do you want to study for something?"

"No, I do not want to study with YOU Harry styles." I raise my voice slightly, but it is still quiet.

"Please, I'm sorry for yesterday. I lost my temper." He apologises, one of the first times I've heard him say sorry.

"I'm not sure how I feel hanging around you, one minute your all kind and then you make me uncomfortable and you get mad- it scares me." I am embarrassed to share my feelings with him, knowing all to well something negative will come out of it.

"I think that's just you." He says under his breath. I tilt my head sideways with disappointment, what a jerk. "No, I didn't mean that Danica. I'm not used to someone who takes things so personally that's it. We're always joking around." Harry half makes up for his snide comment.

"Fine." I whisper. "I was really hurt yesterday, when you said all of that. You jump to conclusions very quickly." His hard facial features soften slightly. We end up walking next to each other almost silently.

"Am I your friend?" I ask, randomly but I hope he doesn't think I'm asking some dumb question I already know the answer to. Harry takes his focus off of me and stares into the hall for a few short moments- not really looking at one thing, before turning back to me with a sigh. "Please be honest." I add

"I don't have many friends Danica, too much effort, and most of you bloody Americans aren't worth pleasing anyway." After staring into the distance for a while he looks down at me. "But yes, I guess one would call you my friend. And I'm always honest!" He exclaims, causing me to hum at his answer.

"Too honest."

He smirks, what am I doing?

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I walk into the cafeteria next to Harry, he grabs much more than myself but less than the average boy.

"I hate this food." He mumbles. Across, into the middle of the long, cream room my friend Gabby is staring at us, then motions me over to her. I've never really had to deal with choosing which group to sit with, as I only belong to one at a time. "You should sit with me?" Harry suggests, although it sounds more questioning.

"Um, I don't know them very well. I need to talk to Gabs." I nod with a small smile.

"Sure." He seems relaxed about it, but he bumps into me as we cross paths.

"You and Harry?" Gabby and El grin.

"No, he is silly!" I flush.

"Yeah, right... Get him to sit here- and maybe bring some of his hot friends with him." Hollly giggles, why am I reminded of middle school talking to her?

"He isn't actually friends with them, he says most of em' are gay Americans." I repeat his words. The girls expressions seem to twist slightly, wondering why I know that. My mind flashes to the night of the party a few weeks ago.. I sit back and watch the cafeteria to try focus on something other than seeing Harry quickly climbing out of bed and trying to fix his clothes on himself. Why am I suddenly friends with him again? Why at all.

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The weeks pass and we slowly ease into more and more homework. Actually we don't get that much it's just the extra studying I have been piling into my already full schedule. Harry comes over occasionally to tease me, but we sometimes get work done. Harry is sat against my bedroom door with his lengthy legs spread open in front of himself comfortably, rolling a stress ball against his palms and then his thigh.

"You like your palm cards don't you." Harry mumbles as I glance up from my neat pile of notes. I bobble my head like an idiot. "I swear you spend more bloody time writing them out than revising from them." Annoyance clear in his voice but I am slowly getting more used to his mood swings. One minute calm and the next steaming hot, I often take offence to his comments he says I am too serious.

"But they save time when if I have to get to places. I can just take them out of my pocket anytime." I say calmly.

"We both know those aren't gonna fit in your pocket, and we both know I'm right, you spend too much time on that." He stands, continuing to toss the ball up and down. That is until he bounces it onto the wall where it repels of back into his strong, firm hands.

"Can you stop!" My voice is louder than I expected. Harry glares at me.

"What was that?" He kneels down, the worlds roll of his lips. Fear explodes in me and breathing is difficult. I almost flinch at his every breath, naturally expecting to be harmed. His piercing eyes then relax and he's grinning, I feel hands ticking me. I erupt in laughter and he does too. "Bet you were scared." I hate this but love it so much. Harry's face drops, and it takes his long stare for me realise my face is wet with tears. I have no idea why. "You right?" His voice serious, I miss his laugh that echoed the room, merely seconds ago.

I cry harder and shake my head, what the heck is wrong with me?

"Danica, please tell me what I've done wrong." He almost pleads, tugging at his hair. I take a few short breaths and say;

"I promise it's not you, but me."

"Don't give me that bullshit!" Harry hisses. "You were fine and then you weren't, just bloody tell me!" He stares at my face for a few seconds and gets up where he rubs the nape of his neck. Not knowing what to do, he awkwardly grabs a single tissue and hands it to me with a sigh. By now I've stopped pathetically sobbing.

"Dani, why are you still like this?" I feel awful, how he has to put up with me. "You can tell me stuff you know. Like I'm pretty messed up too, I won't judge." I won't argue with him, its true I'm messed up.

"Harry I honestly don't know, I didn't even know I was crying."

"Do you trust me?" His voice is slow but careful. I feel my heart pumping.

"With what?"

"How much do you tell me, like how good friends are we"

"I don't think I trust you." I admit, his head jerks in my direction but his eyes are understanding. He slightly picks at the pocket of his black jeans and I wait for a siren to pass. "But I do tell you stuff, mostly."

"Well, I'm always here to talk."he looks up at the low ceiling. "Or in my apartment." He smiles reassuringly. I enjoy having Harry as a friend although I still feel anxious around him and he frightens me sometimes but that's ok. I want to get over my pathetic fear to let people in but I'm not sure yet, and I don't know how much he will tolerate me.

We sit on my bed, silently and still because of you move too much it squeaks. I glance over at Harry but his beautiful eyes are shaded by his eyelids.

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