Crash

Chapter 4

[[Harry's POV]]

"Harry?"

I was too busy to answer Mr. Johnstone - my gaze solemnly set on Violet. I couldn't understand why she was being so cold towards me. What have I done wrong to piss her off? And why did she choose to sit near Zayn?

"Ach-hem. Harry?"

Her blue eyes looked sad as she gazed at her blank textbook. She twiddled her pen around her fingers in one hand as her chin was resting lazily on the palm of her other. Her long, dark hair cascaded around one shoulder. God, she was beautiful. She was so beautiful.

"Harry Styles! Would you mind paying attention? You can gaze at Miss. Violet Reid all you want when class is over."

Giggles erupted around the classroom.

"Sorry, Sir."

Violet kept quiet. Her head shot up in my direction - her big eyes searched mine. I managed a wonky, apologetic smile, but she scowled and began doodling on the untouched sheet of paper below her. Ouch. The bell began to ring implying that last period was over, and Mr. Johnstone was shouting something about homework to the angry crowd of bodies all trying to get out of the door at once. As usual, no one paid him any attention.

"Violet!" I bellowed. I shoved my work into my backpack as I tried to catch her up. She looked my way, adjusted her backpack strap, and carried on walking out the door with Niall.

I stood dumbfounded as I watched her disappear from my view. A few seconds later Zayn's smug face came into view as he paced a few steps behind her, and the sad pang of pain I felt in my chest was replaced with pumping adrenaline. I hated Zayn. I hated him. I wanted to punch him right in his conceited face. If he thinks he has a chance with Violet he has another thing coming.

***

As soon as I got home I dropped my backpack next to the door and lounged out across the couch.

"Harry, is that you?" My Mom's voice sounded from the kitchen.

Before I had chance to answer I heard her feet patter down the hall and into the living room. My arm was stretched out in-front of the TV as I flicked through channel after channel.

"For Goodness sake, Harry! What have I told you about having your shoes on the couch?"

"To stop wearing my shoes when I'm on the couch?" I grinned.

I laughed as I watched my Mom roll her eyes and smile at my attempt to be funny.

"I think Violet's sense of humor is rubbing off on you," She chirped. Sigh. Violet. "Did you ask her about coming over this weekend?"

"Yeah, I don't think she's coming..."