Why Her? -Harry Styles*ON HOLD*

Chapter 18: Harry and Blair

***Harry's POV***

Class had started about fifteen minutes ago. I strolled through the halls taking my time, 'cause why would I voluntarily show up when class started? I had Maths right now but I wasn't really feeling up to it.

I decided to take a detour and took at left turn instead of right. It wasn't long until I found myself at the back of the school with a cigarette hanging from my mouth.

My thoughts were all jumbled up right now, mostly about Blair, though. I don't know how it happened, but my thoughts just drifted to her. Her long blonde hair, beautiful hazel eyes. Especially the way she got all angry when I called her Miss Know-It-All. She was absolutely gorgeous.

I don't know why but I'm somehow drawn to her in some sort of weird way. I didn't like it, but I know that I'm not gonna be able to get rid of this feeling. I should be hating her like she does me. And honestly, it couldn't be more obvious that she hates me. The nasty looks and harsh glares she always sends my way.

I don't like feeling this so called attraction towards her but I really can't help it. It's probably just the way she stands up to me. Most people just cower in fear or get me in bed. But she's just different from everyone. Yeah, that's all it is.

I sat outside until the period ended. Next I had English. Oh joy, another class with Miss Know-It-All. I walked through the halls slowly, not caring about the curious glances I got. They were either from the time I carried Blair out of the party half naked and in my shirt or the other time I carried her out of school half naked and wearing my shirt. No wonder people were staring.

One girl got in front of me before I was able to reach my class.

"Hey, Harry, wanna come over to my house sometime to finish what we started?" she purred. I didn't really recognize her, let alone remember her name. But clearly this girl didn't know the process. One night. That's all it ever is. I won't spend more than that with a girl.

"Sorry, babe. That's not how I work," I said bluntly.

"Come on," she insisted with a supposedly seductive tone. "Just one more night and you won't be saying that anymore."

I smirked and leaned down towards her ear. I brushed the hair away and heard her breath hitch.

"Pass," I whispered. I stood up straight and looked at her stunned face. Soon the shock passed and she huffed and stomped off. I chuckled under my breath with how desperate and needy girls are.

I continued my journey to the English building but the bell had already rang. Oh well. I've been late too many times before so I doubt it will matter now. I kept my leisurely pace and soon arrived.

"Mr. Styles, how nice of you to join us," Mr. Santos said sarcastically as I strolled over to my seat next to her.

"I wish I felt the same," I told him as I leaned back in my chair. I heard the class laugh silently while Blair next to me scoffed.

I looked over at her. "Problem?" She just rolled her eyes without actually looking at me.

"So," Mr. Santos began, "I expect that most of you are close to or finished with the project, essay and all. We will be reading and sharing everything next Thursday so you have about a week to finish last minute details."

I should probably start that essay soon. Eh, maybe tomorrow. I tuned out the rest of what he was saying and just stared out the window towards my left.

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It was finally the last period so I decided to just leave. I didn't like health anyway. I walked out towards the back of the school and saw someone leaning against the wall. Getting closer I noticed it was Mikey blowing a puff of smoke from his mouth.