Harry Styles One Shots

Not Like Them

"Y/n, don't leave." Harry begged, closing his bedroom door. I huffed in frustration. "Why? I'm here to tutor you, Harry, and you won't listen. You goof off, and I have better things to do on Saturday than tutor some punk with tattoos and thinks he's all that."

"I'm sorry, please." He begged, now standing in front of the door.

Harry was one of the cool kids, and we met every Monday and Saturday for tutoring sessions. His friends know, and they weren't happy when they found that out. They're not supposed to do in school, they're not supposed to care about anything. But that's not Harry. Yes, he's a douche half the time and he acts like he doesn't care but he always makes up for it. He tells me everything as if we were best friends. But of course, that's only when I'm tutoring him. At school, its a complete different story. He'll ignore me and tease me just like his friends.

"I'm done, Harry."

His eyes watered, "Y/n, you promised." He whispered. My breath was caught in my throat. I forgot about that. Harry wasn't as strong as he seemed.

"Harry," I whispered back just as softly. "You promised." He repeated.

"I know," I sighed, rubbing my eyes with my palms. My fingers trailed in my hair, and I softly pulled at the roots. That day flashed through my memory.

I'd been tutoring Harryvfor quite sometime now. Two months, that's a while. He's opened up to me a little bit, telling me he wasn't from Manchester, rather much Holmes Chapel in Cheshire. I've listed there once or twice when I was younger because some of my relatives live there.

It was Thursday afternoon, and I was in the middle of doing my homework when my phone buzzed. Thinking it was only ny alarm, I ignored it. But it continued to ring. Confused, I looked at my phone, Harry's name flashing across. I quickly answer it. "Oh my gosh, Harry, I'm so sorry." I answer. "No, its fine. Ehm... Can you.. Come over? I really need to talk to you,"

"Am I in trouble?"

That was sort of my catch phrase. Teacher calls my name, am I in trouble? Mom calls my name to do dishes, am I in trouble?