Perfect for Me // Harry Styles

Chapter Two

It's a new day Phoebe, a new day. The guys have been here for a week now and they're rising to popularity. Maybe now I don't have to be the center of attention anymore. The guys basically act like I'm invisible now since they have so many 'friends.'

"Morning Phoebe," Niall says, opening his locker which is right next to mine. Niall was the only one who cared about talking to me. The blonde... with beautiful eyes. "Anyone there?"

"Oh..." I say, snapping out from my daze. I start to blush a little. His eyes were so dreamy and his hair, his hair is amazing. His teeth shines just like there. I see Niall wave his hand in front of my face.

"Phoebe, are you doing drugs?" he asks as I start laughing.

"No, no. I promise you that I'm not," I say. "I should head to class."

I shut my locker and walk in the opposite direction. He's the only One Direction member that talks to me and I'm blowing it due to this stupid crush. Phoebe, you're going to Stanford when you graduate, not Niall. You don't have a future with him. I didn't realize I bumped into Harry.

"Watch it," he loudly says. His arm was around a girl. And that girl was Natasha. He could go out with any girl but it has to be Natasha. Adam cheated on me with her. She's been wanting to become the most popular girl in school so she can become famous.

"Sorry," I apologize to Harry. He could do so much better than her. But why would I care? Harry obviously doesn't care about me so why should I give a crap about him? I should just be going to U.S. government and mind my own business.

After that class was over, I move onto English. English is my best subject. When I walk into the classroom, Harry was sitting in my seat. Did he seriously transfer into my class because Natasha was in there? This is an AP class, I don't know how both of them got in here.

There was also a substitute so I walked up to him," g'morning Miss Shnyder, if we're not doing much today, can I head down to study hall to finish my government essay?" I ask.

She smiles," of course Phoebe. We're reading from the textbook today but I'm sure you've read it tons of times. Your father loved literature. If you want to refresh your mind, it's on page 539."

"Thank you so much," I say.

"No problem, I'll write you a pass."

She took her time walking back to the desk. Everyone was casually glancing at me. Harry stood up and walked to the pencil sharpener which was right next to me," bailing out of class?" he asks.

"Yeah because somebody took my seat," I say as he smirks. "I have to finish my paper."

"And you can just ditch?"

"If you have a high GPA," I say. He stares at me with a blank face. "Let me rephrase that, if you get good grades in this class and you're actually nice, then you can go to study hall."

"Here you go dear," Miss Shnyder says, handing me the pass. I smile at her and then scowl at Harry. He stuck his tongue out as I rolled my eyes. So immature. I walk out of the classroom and towards my locker to put away my English book since I didn't need it.

"Goody two shoes, what are you doing out here after the bell rung?" Adam asks, approaching me. It's time I start looking for a bodyguard. He's done things that frighten me to this day. He slams my locker shut and force me to look at him. "Wanna ditch this place and head to my house?"

"I'm not sure your five year old sister would like watching us have sex," I say, rolling my eyes.

He smirks," you're thinking about sex?"

"You're disgusting," I spit. "Now excuse me while I go to study hall."

"Study hall? I'll go with you," he smiles. Why can't this guy leave me alone? I was about to say no but he grabs both of my wrists so I can't move. "You're going to say no to me? You have a lot of nerves to say no to me. Why won't you like me, why?!"

His yelling causes me emotional pain. I find myself crying. Why am I crying, you may ask? Because Adam is not a normal teenager, he has problems," please Adam, let go," I beg.

"Stop crying and answer my question!" he yells again. Tears are just running down my face. My makeup is all ruined.

"Why can't you leave her alone for one second?" Harry yells, pulling Adam off of me and pushing him towards the ground. "Why are you still hurting her? Can't you see she's crying?"

Adam tries getting up but Harry had his foot on his chest," why don't you get your huge ass foot off of me and then we can talk about?"

His attitude caused Harry to push him down harder. I took this opportunity to run towards the bathroom. I had to wipe my face. I take my bag off my shoulder and start digging around for my makeup wipes. I look into the mirror, God I look awful.

I see Harry come in and he locked the doors," Harry, you're not supposed to be in here," I say, opening the pack of makeup wipes and shakily trying to take one out. Harry doesn't say a word but he takes out a makeup wipe for me.

I slightly smile before taking it and rubbing around my face," can you leave? I don't want you seeing what I look like without makeup on," I say.

"I'm sure you'll look just as beautiful," he says, rubbing his knuckles. Did he punch Adam? Did he just call me beautiful? Guys are strange. I'm not going down that road again.

Once I finished removing my makeup, I take out my emergency makeup bag from my actual bag. He scoffs," you really don't need makeup," he states, taking my makeup bag away from me.

I sigh before taking it back," I do, Harry. I need makeup. If you knew me, you would know I am the most insecure girl you'll ever meet. Makeup is clothes for my face. I don't want a naked face."

"Girls are strange," he says.

"Guys are- Never mind," I say, avoiding the subject. "Thanks for whatever you did just before. I could've handled myself."

He scoffs again," you were in tears, Phoebe. I don't like seeing girls cry, especially you."

"Then I shall call you my personal bodyguard," I laugh. It made him smile. His smile is adorable and it was worth my tears and all that just happened. His smile is making me tingly.

"I will be your personal bodyguard," he states. I was joking. Do I have to pay him now? Does he want money? I bet he has a lot of money due to his world tour. "How about I'll guard you around eight tonight?"

I chuckle," is that your way of asking me out on a date?"

He shrugs," depends if you say yes or no."

"Are you saying you like me?" I ask. He looks away but I can tell he's blushing.

"Depends if you say yes or no."

I roll my eyes," text me your address then. I'll drive over at eight, bodyguard."

"And your number is..." he says.

"Mr Thompson gave you a card with my information on it," I say as he looks at me with no clue as to what I just said. "Oh, did you lose that already?"

He scoffs before scratching the back of his head," no I didn't lose it... I gave it to Liam obviously."

I smirk," well you better get it from Liam or there's no body guarding tonight. I'll talk to you later or else I'm never going to finish this paper."

"Smart ass," he mutters, turning around. I forgot we were in the girls bathroom. The one and only Harry Styles asked me out on a date in a girls bathroom.

"Dumb ass," I smile. He turns around once more to stick his tongue out at me.  Wow Styles, is that the best you can do? Maybe being these guys tourists wasn't so bad after all.