invisible

Chapter 6

I was almost back in my garden when I heard a car stopping and the door being slammed shut.

I turned around to look who it could be and to my astonishment it was Harry getting out of it.

"Lis, wait" he said and jogged over, runnig one of his hands through is curly hair.

I stood quite still, my arms crossed on my chest.

"About that in school" he hesitated.

"Yeah?" I asked impatiently but harsh. I wouldn't make it too easy for him.

"Well..." he scratched his neck, what a cute gesture. "I was just pissed at that moment - "

"Really? I had no idea" I said with a false air of surprise.

"Could you please just stop? I am trying to apologize and if any of my friends finds out - " I was really sorry to interrupt him again but I pointed at Niall who was still standing only 10 metres away.

Harry looked round and as he spotted him he froze.

"Fuck" he whispered.

"Well, at least it's not my fault this time" I spun round to walk further to my house but Harry's large hand wrapped around my arm.

"I hadn't finished yet" he was startled that I had ended this conversation so easily though he had obviously struggled to do this at all.

"So, what else is there to know? You acted out of the situation and now you are sorry of how mean you were to me? No big deal, Styles" I said casually and shrugged.

I wasn't very resentful.

"No, that's not all"

I rose my eyebrows because that was all that was there to me.

"So?" I asked, sounding unconvinced.

"I was just wondering how I could make this up? I mean, I told you that I wasn't like all those other boys and now I want to prove it" he watched me and bit his lip.

How could I ever tell him down when he did this?

"Okay. Friday night. Just McDonald's. You pay" I nodded and saw him smirking.

These dimples were breath-taking.

"Fine. But be a chaperon" he said and this smirk hadn't faded yet.

I was surprised he knew words such as this and before I went through the door I took a final glance at Niall who was still standing in the middle of the street, not having mooved an inch.

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I was happy about this development but I couldn't get rid of the thought that I didn't want Harry to date me.

Maybe because this was too easy.

I just was like that.

I couldn't like someone who liked me or who I could have without trying.

After these events Niall seemed way more appealing to me although I had to admit the way Harry had apologized was extremly cute.

The next day in school I told my friends everything about it.

They were either shocked or amazed at how these short days had influenced me and my life.

I kept grinning because even though I didn't like having it too easy I enjoyed being coveted.

It made me feel special - I was such a bitch in that respect.

It was maths time once again which ment I had to put up with Harry.

"Morning" I groaned and sank into the chair next to him.

"Hi" he said coolly.

"What's up?" I asked, trying to keep things friendly.

"Nothing much since yesterday wasn't too good" he shrugged and stared to the front where the teacher was unpacking his things.

"I thought yesterday was quite productive" I looked at his profile, him not keeping his eyes of the teacher.

"No it was not. Just the usual" he said and finally tilted his head so I could see his face properly.

I was offended but tried to appear normal.

"Yes for me too. Boys always show up on my doorstep" I added a sarcastic note to my comment which might included some annoyance.

"Well,Niall seemed to have done the same" Harry said and watched me with a piercing glance.

I was perplex at how pissed he seemed to be.

I didn't know why but I just didn't care at that moment.

I had better things on my mind - like maths.

"Please, open the book on page 59" said Mr Cullum and started writing formulas at the board.

I rummaged in my bad for my book but dammit I had forgotten it in my locker.

"Er... Mr Cullum?" I flipped my fingers.

"Yes, Elisabeth?" he asked and looked at me over the brim of his glasses.

"Could I go out and get my book from my locker, please?" I was desperate because I would never ever share a book with Harry today.

"No need, Mr Cullum, she can look into my book" Harry said with an undertone in his voice I couldn't quite allocat, but I knew it was no good connotation.

"Well, in that case" the teacher smiled and showed me to get a bit closer to Harry in order to read.

I heard that guys have a time span where they are bitchy and cold just like the girl's period and Harry was probably totally in it right now.

I sighed and moved over a bit.

"I really dislike you" he whispered in my ear as I was close enogh.

"My mom always says that if you don't have anything nice to say you should just keep quiet" I hissed.

"Maybe that goes for you but I am Harry Styles and I have my own rules" he smirked maleficently.

I wasn't sure what to think of that statement.

"You don't seem to have any" was everything I could think of.

"That's the point" he looked at my chest as to examine my corps (with a long stare at my boobs) and I felt uncomfortble, not being able to do anything against it.

"You don't like this" this was a statement indeed and I could only nodd, pretending I was still totally into maths which I was certainly not.

"Well, I do" he seemed to enjoy annoying me.

But I definitely didn't because I fucking hated that guy.

How could he be so nice one day and then so rude at the other?

Just a typical guy...