Lockers (h.s)

relapse and realization

Indigo's POV:

I walk into school the next day, excited yet scared of what to expect from Harry. Yesterday's actions and words could be long forgotten by him, he could probably still be the famous ass that he usually is.

"Good morning," Izzy chirps happily beside me.

"Someone's in a good mood." I laugh, teasing her a bit.

"That I am, missy." She smiles and we walk down the crowded hallway, people chattering, laughing, and yelling in all directions.

"Hey, broskies!" Tom yells at us, placing an arm on my shoulder while the other was on Izzy's shoulder.

"Why's everyone so peppy? Jesus," I laugh.

"Because you're not, just like yawns happiness is contagious." Izzy responds with a laugh.

I shake my head. "You two are weird."

"Lucky for you, we're your weirdos." Tom says as we approach Izzy and I's lockers.

I hum in response as I roll my eyes. He and Izzy talk behind me as I get on my knees and put my combo in my locker. "Nineteen, twenty-five, twenty-four..." I mumble and the locker clicks open. Smiling in victory, I put away my bag and grab my first periods folder.

"Hey, Bryan's." I hear the familiar smooth, deep voice say.

Lifting my head, I see Harry in a simple red plaid shirt and his usual black skinny jeans. I send him a smile and nod before scooting over so he could get into his locker. He does his own combo and I couldn't help but crane my neck and watch as he did the same thing as me, switch out his books and place his bag on top of the lockers where other bags rested. He glances down and sees my staring, to which he lifts a brow and his lips twitch into a smirk, making his face seem younger when his dimples appear.

"What're you looking at?" He chuckles, his arms paused against the lockers above my head while his body towers over me.

My face flushes at the realization of my continuous staring. "I, er, sorry." I shrug, smiling pathetically.

Harry chuckles and moves his right arm down before me, holding out his hand. I place my smaller one in his and he pulls me up gently, careful not to hit my head with his locker door. My face continuously seemed to get redder the longer I was around him, our bodies a mere two inches from one another. My back hovered up against the cool metal while my arms were crossed in front of my chest, clutching my books.

"Thank you," I say finally, intaking what seems like the first breath since he appeared.

"No problem, Indigo." Harry smiles again.

"Are you two done flirting yet?" Tom groans behind Harry, rolling his gray eyes at us.

Harry turns to Tom, making a motion that was hidden from me by his back. Tom begins hysterically laughing, leaning his elbow on Izzy's shoulder, who gave him a disgusted look. I smile and turn, walking straight into Harry's locker door. Smooth, Indigo, real nice. He spins around, his hand cupping the back of my head while I scrunch up my nose and press my hand to my forehead.

"You're something else, Indigo." Harry laughs.

"Ooh, Styles! Eva was right, you're degrading yourself to the whores of the school!" A jock named Adam snickered as he passed by. Tom charged at Adam, but Izzy gripped his collar to pull him back.

I glance to Harry, who says nothing. I scoff, shrugging his hand from my skin and storm off. Still the jackass, I see. Tears prick my eyes as he calls my name, but I only shake my head vigorously and continue to walk away towards the field.