Truley, Madly

Chapter 3

Hannah's POV

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I gulped as Harry glared at me. I really like him alot. But why doesn't he like me?

"Come over here Hannah." He grunted avoiding eye contact.

I walked over and sat beside him as he glared at me.

"What now Harry?" I said rolling my eyes at his attitude.

"Move your seat over. You're to close to me." He grunted while getting some supplies out for our project.

I scooted over as my seat made a loud squeaking sound and glared at Harry.

"Why are you being a prick?" I snapped at Harry. I quickly threw my hands over my mouth nervously as Harry gave me even more of a dirty look.

"You have no right to say that!" As he raised a hand and slapped me in the face. I whimpered a little bit.

"You're gonna regret saying that, Hannah." He mumbled. I bit my lip with regret. "Meet me in the ally at 3:30. Or you get worse. Me and Zayn will fuck you up. (EXCUSE THE FRENCH.)"

I gulped and bit my nail. "O-okay." I mumbled.

"SAY SIR." He yelled and kicked my shin.

"Okay sir." I said more clearly for my own good.

He explains the whole project and hands me a logbook to take information in.

We never talked unless we were extanging information.

I couldn't help but peak up at him and admire his features every chance I got.

Of coarse I'm super scared about whats going happen at 3:30. But he's SO irresistible.

He has to be bipolar. This morning he was all flirty with me. Now he's treating me like dirt under his feet.

I still don't understand what I've done wrong.

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SORRY THIS WAS SO SHORT. Don't worry it gets better. Tell me how it was Hannah! You should be happy that I updated! Be thankful because Im too lazy to write fanfic's but oh well.

Pie's good.