Prove It (H.S)

Chapter Sixteen

Harry and I walk to philosophy together, hand in hand. The buzz from his statement earlier still evident in my stomach. I look up at him as we walk, the sun shining down on him like a spotlight. His lips are turned into a peaceful smile and his hair is moving with the breeze.

Before I know it, we are taking our seats in Grant's class. I notice a new face in the room, a boy with dirty blonde hair and sunglasses. He's wearing a white t-shirt and has that whole 'I'm cooler than all of you' look going on. I tap Harry's shoulder, my eyes still on the suspicious boy.

"Hey, do you know that kid?" He crinkles his eyes brows. "Where?" I point to the the back of the room where the boy is seated. When Harry finally notices him, his eyes go wide, and a toothy smile takes over his face, exposing his dimples. "Bennett Garner?" Harry stands, walking over to the blonde boy.

"No way! Harry Styles!" They exchange a quick bear hug and I awkwardly make my way over to them. "What are you doing here?" Harry asks, putting his arm around me. "I transferred here from Glasgow! I had no idea you went here!" I notice now his accent, similar to Harry's. The boy, apparently named Bennett, takes away his sunglasses and looks at me, eying me up and down.

"And who is this fine young lady?" I blush and look away. Harry smiles at his friend. "Hey watch it," he playfully points at Bennett. "But this is Claire, my girlfriend." He smiles at me and I return it. "It's a pleasure to meet you," his blue eyes not moving from mine. I have to admit, he's kinda starting to creep me out.

Harry's little reunion is cut short when our professors voice booms from the front of the room. We both quickly go back to our seats, leaving Bennett in the back. The lecture today is interesting as always, and Harry and I are completely indulged, but I can some how feel Bennett's eyes staring at me from behind.

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When class ends, Harry and I make our way towards the door, when Bennett cuts in front of us. "We should catch up some time, Harry. And bring your girl," and with that, he walks away, lifting his sunglasses to his face. Harry's smiles but I don't. I don't feel good about this guy. I hardly even know who he is, but I don't think I want to.

The sun is hot against my skin as we walk away from the building and I'm grateful that I wore shorts and a t-shirt. I look at Harry and I'm surprised to see his hair up in a small bun! It's shocking, yet possibly the most attractive I've ever seen him, and I didn't think Harry Styles could get any more attractive.

His bone structure is shown off this way, and his eyes seem an even brighter shade of green. "I like your hair like this." I reach up and brush a small curl behind his ear back. He raises an eyebrow and smiles. "Yeah?" I nod, intertwining my fingers in his.

We walk along, slowly, due to the fact that neither of us have classes for the rest of the day."So how old is Bennett?" I ask, curiously. "Twenty-one, same as me," Harry answers, unaffected by my question. I nod. Just as I'm about to ask how they know each other, Harry stops in his tracks.

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Harry's POV~

My eyes go wide at the sight of Zayn and Aubrey standing near the coffee sand, staring at us. Claire is tugging on my arm, trying to understand what's going on. "Um," I clear my throat. "By the coffee stand." She turns her head and her eyes too, go wide.

"Let's go the other way," she suggests and I quickly nod. As we begin to make our escape, the most dreaded possible voice rings through my ears like an alarm clock. "Harry!" I slowly turn on my heel, startled by Zayn and Aubrey who are now right next to us.

Claire is looking at the ground and I'm sure I look like a deer in the headlights. "Hello Zayn, Aubrey," I nod to his girlfriend. "What happened to your nose?" Aubrey asks, stepping closer to take a look. Zayn pulls her back and I look at him. His brown eyes are staring at me as to say 'Don't you dare tell her that I punched you in the face'.

"I, uh, hit it on a rock." Claire and Aubrey both look at me in confusion. I shrug at Claire and she rolls her eyes. "Well, nice seeing you," Aubrey says, smiling at me, not making eye contact with Claire, I notice. As they walk by, Zayn bumps his shoulder against mine

"Really? A rock?" Claire chuckles and I shake my head in laughter. "She got me on the spot!" Her giggling quickly ceases and she look at me concerned. "Do you think things will be okay with Zayn?" I shrug, truly unsure of the answer.