The Unlikable (Book One) // h.s. [COMPLETE]

Chapter 4

Another long day at school and when it came to lunch time I looked around for Alex. Finally, I spotted her sitting with Logan and all his friends. I made my way to sit with them when I heard my name called out. Spinning around, I collided with someone making everything on my tray fall on me. The whole cafeteria went quiet and I stood there with my mouth open. I heard a few chuckles and someone was ripping the tray out of my hand and pulling me out of the room and into a single bathroom. I got a look of his chocolate curls and broad shoulders and I knew Harry was helping me. Or was he...

"Are you ok?" he asked taking a handful of paper towels and rubbing my pale pink peplum shirt with them trying to get the red-sauce stain out.

"I'm fine," I mumbled through my tight throat. I wasn't going to cry. Not in front of him.

He stood up squaring his shoulders. He tossed the papertowels into the large bin in the corner of the one-toilet-seat bathroom. 

"The stains not going to come out," he said. His face was worried. His brows closing in together and his jaw tight. 

"Great," I sighed looking down at it. 

"Take my shirt," he said all of the sudden and he was stripping off his tight black tee. 

"N-n-n-n-n-no!" I laughed sarcastically.

He stood in front of me bare chested in full glory. My eyes skimmed over his smooth chest and abs before he spoke again.

"Just take it," he threw it at me. "I have another one in my gym bag."

"Thanks," I sighed. Just another opportunity for him to show me up again. Someday he was going to need a favor and I was going to have to be the one to help him out. I groaned at the thought of it. 

Harry slipped on an old t-shirt and I stood there watching him. "Well?" he motioned to the shirt I held in my hand.

"Turn around," I frowned at him. 

"I don't care," he shrugged with a playful smirk on his face. 

"You don't, but I do. Now please turn around," I begged. He groaned and faced the wall. 

I pulled the shirt over my head and then shrugged on his. The long black material fell at the top of my thighs. I pulled a hairband from my wrist and tied a knot in the side making it fit me. A bit of skin showed from my flat tummy.

"Nice," he spoke out. "I like you in my clothes." 

"As if," I rolled my eyes at him and grabbed my bookbag from the floor. My legs rushed out the door and to my next class were I waited for twenty minutes for it to start. 

There he went again chaging moods. I swear there has to be something mentally wrong with this boy. No other person in my life has frustrated me as much as he did. And I've only known him for a few days. 

Thinking about going to my last class physically pained me. I sat right behind the person I hated the most. If he messes with me I honestly don't think I'll be able to take it. 

Of course, I was the first one in class again today and I fell into my seat with my head resting on the desk. I finally smelt like heaven. I couldn't deny how well Harry picked out cologne though. Kudos to him. 

"It's Burberry," Harry spoke making me jump. I raised my head to look up at him and he smirked down at me. 

"It smells nice," I narrowed my eyes trying to figure out this little game he was playing with me.

"That's why I wear it," he smiled showing his dimples.

"Hmph," I scoffed trying to find somewhere else to look but his face. "So, why did you care so much about leaving me behind last night?" 

"I didn't," he said his face becoming serious. "If I was so worried then I would have taken you home myself."

"Then why did you get your brother to do it?" I was provoking him now and I kind of liked it.

"I didn't. Turns out Vincent has some weird illegal crush on you," he smirked at me his face just inches from mine.

"Whatever Harry," I rolled my eyes. 

"Only dish what you can take, babe," he laughed. I sighed angrily and bit my lip. He laughed more and then spun around in his chair facing forwards.

"Asshole," I whispered and I hoped he heard it.

"Oh and you can keep the shirt. I don't want it anymore," he turned in his seat and whispered back to me.