Chapter Eight
HARRYS POVThree knocks were heard on my door and I, for once, got up to let my 'visitor' in. I had invited Liam over to help me with more of my Indigo business.
It finally feels like my plan is starting to fall into place. Indy has warmed up to me a fair bit, it's only a matter of time before she lets me in to completely ruin her entire world. If you asked me, I'd say I am a pretty good actor. Indy is starting to believe that I'm actually into her...
Well, she is hot, I have to admit that. I'm looking forward to getting a good fuck out of her before I hand her to Louis, which will hopefully be soon because he is getting pretty impatient."Hey Haz!" Liam cheered, walking into the lounge room and taking a seat on one of the white recliner chairs.
I roll my eyes at him and growl. "The only time you are allowed to call me anything but Harry is when Indy is around. Do you see her here? No, so shut it."Liam sighs and leans back in his chair, clearly waiting for an explanation as to why I called him over.
When I don't say anything, he raises an eyebrow at me. "Right." I start, chewing on my nails. "I need you to enrol me into your school."He lets out a laugh of disbelief. "Harry Styles, asking me to enrol his nineteen year old self into St Patricks High School, the highest class school in the area? Next joke please."
When he looks over at me and sees my angry glare, he realises that I am being a hundred percent serious.
"Why would you want to go back to school?"
"Indy."
"Harry.. What exactly do you want from that poor girl?"
"Just shut up and enrol me in the fucking school, okay!" I begin to shout.
Liam gets up from his seat and walks towards the door. "I can't believe I'm actually going to do this."
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As I enter the very familiar tattoo parlour, the familiar scent of old ink and out of date milk fills my senses. As if he knew I was coming, Zayn was sitting in the main room, a slight smirk on his face.
"What's so funny?" I growl, making my way over to him."A little birdy just told me that you, badass Harry Styles is going back to school." Another smirk forms on his bruised lips as he sends me a playful wink.
"Shut it Zayn. Aren't you the one who told me to do whatever I could to get the girl?"
"Whatever Harry. What's in the bag?"
"My school uniform, Liam let me have his old ones. That's why I'm here, will you drop me at school?"
"Why? You have your own car."
"I don't want mum to know I'm back at school so I left my car at home, Liam dropped me here because there's no way I'm turning up to my first day at school with that freak."
He rolls his eyes as he gets up from where he was sitting, grabs his keys from the table then strides outside the front door towards his car. I quickly follow behind him, afraid that if I kept him waiting, he would drive off without me.
Honestly, I'm not sure how I feel about going back to school. Before I dropped out of the scabby state school a few years ago, I had despised having to wake up and attend that shit hole each day. Even though I wagged at least three days a week, but that doesn't matter because here I am, willingly putting myself forward to go back again. Let's just hope that the girls worth it and all of this isn't for nothing.Last night, I got a call from a very angry Louis. He wanted to confirm that I have picked a girl and am currently working on taking over her. He can't wait for the day he eventually gets precious Indigo, all messed up from what I have to do to her. He was obviously in a bad mood and he was more than happy to let all of his frustration and anger from who knows what, out onto me. But of course, I had to take it.
"Whys your face so bruised, who'd you fight this time?" I asked, not surprised at all by the marks covering his face
"Some random on the street, I got bored."
Zayn parks the car in the back parking lot of the massive school. My large hand reaches to open the door of his old car, but before I could reach it my hand was grabbed by Zayn's rough one. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked me, his eyes moving to the small sports bag that held my preppy uniform in it.
"Erm, going to school?" my uneasy voice replies. Even though Zayn is one of my best friends, I still am and will forever be slightly scared of him. Not that he has threatened me or anything, but because he is the leader of my gang which gives him complete control over me.He pushes a hand through his gelled hair and sighs. "Harry, isn't the point of you going to this lame school to get the girl? She's obviously into good boys who don't break the rules, so I highly suggest that you hop in the back of the car and put that gay uniform on before she sees you."
Obeying him, I lift myself out of the car and make my way into the backseat, holding the bag of ironed clothes in my hand. Zayn looks down at his phone as I start to undress, taking my shirt off first. Once my shirt is off, I pull the long sleeved white one from the bag and place it on, doing up all of the buttons one by one. After that, I put the tie on that Liam made up for me this morning (because I've never had to wear a tie in my life).
I start pulling my black jeans off my legs and as soon as they are chucked into the bag, a large black car pulls up into the space right next to us. Of course.
Pant less and quite frantic, I pray that Zayn's windows are tinted. Just to my luck, none other than Indigo Moore emerges from the car, immediately making eye contact with me. She gives me an uneasy smile, and before I can stop her, the back door to the car opens and I am in full view of Indy and Harper wearing nothing but my school blouse and black calvin clein boxers.
She shrieks when she looks down at my lower body and slams the door in my face, grabbing Harpers hand and dragging her towards the school.
I am a fucking idiot.
|AUTHORS NOTE|
okay I'm so sorry it took me this long to update! I've been so busy but I promise I won't wait this long again.
Also thanks so much for all of the reads! it's amazing how many we have so far, so thanks for that and thanks to everybody who has commented and voted so far! xxxx
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