In the Dead of Night (Larry Stylinson)

~Three~

Harry had been ignoring me for a few days, and I don't know if I should appreciate it and dwell in silence, or talk to him. No one's ever been that close to me besides my family. No boy has ever been that close.  Especially an attractive boy.

I always caught him staring. I tried to never show the discomfort I felt from  his eyes, and the way they burned into my back. Sticking into my flesh like tiny little needles. I had simply ignored it. Well tried to ignore it.

Ignoring a person like Harry Styles was quite hard. He was practically a clumsy giant stumbling through the hallway.

It has been two weeks since Harry had been ignoring me, and quite frankly I was getting quite fed up with it. I wanted to confront him, but I thought there was probably something wrong with me that Harry had never realized before. Hadn't realized until he was close to me. It was probably me. I picked at my small sandwhich from lunch, and looked at my plate.

Out of nowhere someone sits beside me. I sideway glanced at the person since no one ever really sat with me. I usually had my nose stuffed in a book, but I had accidentally forgotten my books at home.

"Hey, Louis." A deep voice said softly in my ear. Harry. My heart jumped up into my throat, and I tried to swallow the lump that was forming. 

"Hey." I breathed, pushing the glasses up from where they were currently falling down my nose. I looked up at him, and smiled slightly. "Where are your friends?"  I asked quietly. I didn't want Harry to ditch his friends for me. We barely even knew each other.

Harry shook his head. "Eh. They're over there, but you looked quite inviting so here I am." The boy said, with a shrug of his shoulders. I was a bit shocked. I looked inviting?

"Um, thank you." I whispered timidly, a blush coating my cheeks. I slowly nibbled at the crust of my ham and cheese sandwhich, feeling the crumbs fall onto my tiny thumbs.  I could feel Harry staring. Harry was always staring.

"I like the way you eat." Harry said softly, words slicing through the thick silence that was once there. I could feel my heart speed up, and my hands shook slightly as I held the sandwhich to my mouth. I didn't know if that could be taken as a compliment.

"I, um, thank you?" I said, voice confused yet confident. It was an odd mixture, but Harry seemed to really like it. I could feel the way my face was heating up as I stared at the table. It was like I was waiting for something. Like I was expecting something to jump out of the wooden table.

"You're cute when you blush." Harry whispered into my ear. His tone making my hands shake with anticipation and nervousness. I picked up my carton of chocolate milk, and sipped it through the thin white straw. Harry's intense stare was still on me, and for some reason it made me want to scream. To just fucking scream because it made me feel hot all over, and it made me feel angry at the same time. It was like an overwhelming desire to punch Harry's face, and sit back to admire the man's beauty with his beautiful curls and shinging eyes. The way his lips were formed, and the pretty red color of them. The way they naturally formed into a small pout. Harry was making me feel trapped, exasperated. The thing is, I was still blushing. 

"Thanks." I mumbled quietly. I wanted him to stop talking to me. I wanted him to leave, and to get the hell out of my life. I was so confused, and my head was starting to spin. He was giving me all of these stupid mixed signals, and I couldn't read him. I needed out of there. I wrapped the rest of my sandwhich up, and put it back in my dark red lunch box. I stood up from the table, and ignored the way Harry's eyes were glued to me.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked, as if he needed to know. As if he deserved to know. Harry wasn't my body guard, and I could definitely handle myself. He basically almost kisses me, and then ignores me for two weeks.

"The bathroom." I responded in monotone. I was meant to be alone.

"I'll come with you." His raspy voice spoke. It was as if the entire cafeteria went silent at the sound of Harry's voice. It didn't of course.

"That's not really necessary." I said awkwardly, biting my nails. It was a habit that I always wanted to break. I brushed my fringe across my forehead with two fingers. I forced a tiny close-mouthed smile.

Harry didn't seem to notice the way my smile was forced. He just smiled widely back at me, and it may have melted my heart a tiny bit. Just a little bit. "I'll walk you home after school, beautiful." Harry told me, and I quickly scrambled out of the immense cafeteria. I headed towards my locker to exchange all of my books, and just went to English early. I didn't need to use the restroom at all.

The rest of the day went by quite quickly because I hadn't payed attention in my classes at all. I put everything into my locker because I never had homework. Harry walked over.

"Louis." He breathed, smiling wide. He stuck his hand out for me to hold. I stared for a while, but never grabbed his hand.

"I don't need you to walk me home." I said quickly. Harry just made my brain feel scattered, and it gave me a headache. A dull ache was already forming inside my skull. "My mum is picking me up." I lied easily.

I walked into the cold November air, and slipped my earbuds in my ears. It was some random alternative band that Lottie had downloaded for me. I couldn't remember the name of them, and I didn't bother to check.

The newly fallen leaves crunched beneath my worn out black converse. The sky was a beautiful contrast of different blues, and it smelled or rain. I loved rain. I cuddled into my sweater because I was quite cold, and longed for some tea.

I was almost home since the walk from school was short. I walked up the concrete steps that led to my small house, and unlocked the door. I was happy to be in the warm comfinments of my house.

I hadn't noticed the new color of the window shutters outside. I also had not noticed the way Harry followed me home.