Ugly (Dark Harry Styles AU)

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

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For the next four days, everything was unusually normal. Amber and Melanie gossiped about the hot guys in their classes as per usual, Mr. Garcia gave me mounds homework- the usual, and I continued to work like usual. Maybe the reason why everything seems too normal is because my first day was a roller coaster. I've been starting to believe that all of it was just a dream, Clarks face, however, says otherwise. He ended up with a broken nose and some nasty bruises. I feel so bad, he should have never intervened. 

This moment of silence and normalcy feels like the minute right before a tornado strikes. The air is eerily calm and still, and then unexpectedly nature turns on the humble town inhabitants, and unleashes their worst nightmare. A nightmare that destroys everything in its path and brings devastation to them without remorse. Everywhere I go, I am searching for my destroyer, the bringer of my impending doom; anticipating the moment that it decides to strike. Maybe I am just being paranoid.

Harry or Savage hasn't spoken to me since Monday and I am unsure if he's still going to take me out tonight. Not that I am desperate for him to take me out, its just one would think that he would confirm the date with me. He is just so unusual and intriguing. He beat up Clark without a second thought, I shouldn't even be considering it...

For the past week, all he has done is stare at me. He doesn't even try to hide it; every time I turn around and catch him he continues to stare as before, with the most deadpan expression. Most people would turn away in embarrassment, but obviously Savage is not most.

His stare is deep and dark, and never fails to raise my curiosity as to what he is thinking. Why won't he talk to me? I have so many questions to ask him and he has none. If I weren't so coy around him, then I wouldn't have a problem disclosing what I long to say, but whenever I turn around and open my mouth that intense gaze pierces through me and the words I was about to pronounce becomes a distant thought. 

Why won't he talk to me? I don't understand. He definitely is not shy, so what is his problem?

His stare is so powerful that I can still feel it when I leave my photography class. With everything I do and everywhere I go, I feel like he's watching me. Yeah, I'm definitely being paranoid.

The only time he actually communicated with me since the first day we met was when he passed a note during class on Wednesday:

Feeling a harsh tap on my shoulder, I turn around and face my perpetrator. My breath gets caught in my throat, unprepared to face his flawless face and meet his intense green gaze. After a minute of me staring, he harshens his expression and lifts an eyebrow. Snapping out of my dreamy state, I notice that he was trying to hand me a note. Heat rises to my cheeks in realization. Whoops.

Turning around in my seat, I open up the perfectly folded paper. OCD much? 

It reads: 'What is your dorm building and room number?"

His calligraphy is neat and perfect and I roll my eyes at this observation. What is wrong with me?

Quickly scribbling down, 'Building 7 room 207'. I read over it for a moment and reconsider giving him my room number. Is that the safest idea? I did just meet the man and he beat up my co-worker for no reason. Shrugging my conscience away, I turn around and hand the note back to him, avoiding eye contact as to not get trapped in his gaze once more.

And that was the last conversation I had with him. I hope this doesn't bite me in the ass.

"Payton! Where are my black heels?!"