They can't know about us - Harry Styles fan fiction.

Constant changes

I panicked as I walked out of History realizing it was break, I had no idea where to go or who I was going to hang out with. I shuffled along before seeing Harry, I nervously smiled at him and he smirked back. He approached me to say hi I guess but then saw his friends and immediately turned the other way. I stumbled away sadly. What was wrong with him? I found the library and decided I'd hang out there, it was quiet, I was alone and nobody could disturb me. I trailed my finger along the dusty books pondering on which exact one to choose. ''Hi'' a voice said behind me. I noticed it was Harry. I was confused. ''What?'' I replied bluntly. ''Whats up with you?'' He said flirting. I turned my head, not bothering to listen, blocking him out. I turned to leave but he grabbed my wrist and it felt like eletric. I gasped then immediatly blushing. ''Abigail'' he said softly his strong hand remaining around my weak, thin wrist. I hoped he realized we were still in a public library and he wouldn't try anything on. ''We have French homework'' he quietly said. ''I know'' I replied angrily. What was he playing at? I tried to tug my hand away from his grip but he clasped it even tighter. ''I'll come round to yours and we can do it together'' he commanded quietly again before turning his head, his curls falling all over the place, checking if anybody was listening. ''I...'' I stuttered. Dad wouldn't be home, but Harry was bad, every girl wanted him. I heard them by the lockers. There giggles, teasing everyone, girls blushing, girls upset, girls, heartbroken.

He coughed awaiting for me to reply. He turned round to see his friends walking past the window of the .library. ''Shoot I gotta go! I'll be round at 7, text me your address'' he whispered before giving me a peice of paper with his number on it. My first thought was how sad but I noticed he had signed it with a kiss. Maybe he did that with all the girls?

He seemed to be embarassed to be seen with me.