Lovesick.

XIV. Eternal Misery

HARRY'S POV

I enter Mormon's class as the bell rings. She is sitting at her table, playing with the ends of her hair, hoping the I won't bother her. Well, you know what they say about hope; it brings eternal misery.

"Mr. Styles. Late again. I've given you too many passes. Report to detention after school." Professor says.

I roll my eyes. "Yes, sir." There's no way in hell I'm going.

"Have a seat next to your partner." He says, and I smirk.

I sit down in the seat beside her, throwing an arm over her shoulders.

"Hey babe." I grin at her.

"Harry, I need to take notes on the assignment." She squeaks out quietly, removing my arm from her.

"Right, of course. I wouldn't want to bother you." I tell her, placing my hand on her thigh. I rub small circles on her skin, pushing her sundress a bit higher. She smacks my hand off of her abruptly.

"Get your hands off me!" She snaps quietly.

"I'm sorry, who is talking?" Mormon asks, turning away from the board he was writing on.

I glare at the students in the room, and everyone keeps their mouth shut. He turns back to his board, and continues his lecture on the beauty of life or some shit.

"Feisty, are we now?" I whisper in Ariana's ear. "I like feisty. It's more fun to break your spirit."

"Just leave me the fuck alone, jackass!" She yells out, and the lesson stops. All eyes are on her, even I am surprised by her sudden outburst. She must've been surprised by it as well because she quickly clamps her hand over her mouth, as if to take back the words, but she can't. They've already been said.

"Ms. Grande, I guess you will be joining Mr. Styles in detention." Professor informs her.

She frowns, slumps back in her chair. I smirk at her. "Looks like we're going to be spending more time together after all." I might actually attend this detention instead of ditching like I normally do.

The bell rings soon after, and we depart, going off to our next classes. I watch her dart down the hallway, rushing to get away from me. I shrug it off, and head to my next class.

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I exit my last class, laughing at the professor's look of disbelief when I handed in an assignment with two words on it; my name. I walk down the hallway, glaring at freshmen, who cower away at the sight of me.

I see Selena eyeing me, and shudder. Desperation is not attractive on a girl. I can practically see the gears grinding in her head, and all her dirty thoughts are read on her face.

A familiar brunette makes eye contact with me, and I walk over to her.

"Can we talk?" I ask.

"I don't have anything to say to you." She tells me, walking off.

"Tori!" I call after her, but she ignores me, continuing to walk away.

I groan, and walk to the detention room. I get there, and lined up in the very back row are four idiots. I chuckle, and walk to the back row, sitting next to Louis.

"What'd you do to get in here?" Liam asks me.

"Came in late to class." I answer, rolling my eyes.

"That's it? Liam and I got in for a week for taking some nerd's project, and using it as our own." Niall says. "Louis what about you?"

He smirks. "Y'know that new foreign exchange student from France, Camille? Well I was trying to further my knowledge of the French culture, and we got caught in the janitor's closet. Zayn?"