Harry Styles One Shots

Voodoo Doll (His POV)

There she was. Again. In my seat. How many times do I have to tell this girl that, that is where I sit? Yes, its just a stupid classroom desk but its mine. I've carved my name in the wood. She sees it.

I puffed air from my cheeks and sat in the back, left corner again. She won't listen to me if I told her to move, so why not just sit somewhere else?

Class dragged on, and there she was. Sitting in the lunchroom, laughing with her best friend. God, I hated her. She think she's Mrs. Perfect and she has straight A's and is the teachers pet and acts all innocent. I hate it.

I left school grounds for lunch, not wanting to see her.. Beautiful face anymore.

Wait, did I just say she was beautiful? No, she isn't beautiful.

Rolling my eyes, I walked inside of the Subway that was across the street, and ordered a large sub with a cherry ICEE. I also got two chocolate chip cookies. I sat down, taking my time to eat.

I wondered what she would be eating. Pizza, chicken sandwiches? The nasty mashed potato bowls? If she would get a side of fries, or an apple or banana? If she gets those small cartoons of juice? If she gets chocolate or white milk- No, what am I thinking? I don't care what she eats or drinks.

I finished my food in less than five minutes. I deserve an Oscar, that is the fastest I've eaten. I threw away my trash, and pulled a cigarette from my pocket. Since Subway had a no smoking policy, I walked out to the front of the building and lit the white stick. I inhaled the toxic substance, and puffed the white smoke back out.

Why am I suddenly thinking this way about Y/n?

I felt as if someone was watching me. I looked around, somewhat surprised to see no one around. But I felt it. Someone is watching me.

With that feeling still strong in the pit of my stomach, I decided to walk back to school. She wasn't in my next class, thank God, so I sat in my regular seat.

"Hey, Haz," I slightly jumped. Looking to my right, there sat my best friend Liam. "Don't do that," I breathed. "You seem jumpy today," he laughed. I shook my head, and actually paid attention to what the stupid teacher was teaching. I didn't understand what he was saying, so I zoned out.

I felt something crawling up my arm and I swatted at it, but nothing was there. I looked to see a slightly red mark on my arm from where I hit it. It was on my thigh now, and I scratched my thigh, not liking the feeling.

What is happening to me?

I looked around the classroom, everyone listening to the lesson and taking notes. Here I am, looking around with scared eyes, sweating. My heart was starting to beat and I shot up in my seat. The teacher turned around. "Mr. Styles?"

My mouth felt dry. "B-Bathroom? Can I go to the bathroom?" I managed to spit out. He nodded, and handed me the pass as I walked to the desk and resumed his lesson. I ran into the boys bathroom, and saw no one was in there. I walked to the sink, and splashed cold water in my face. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I wanted to scream.

What is happening to me? First, I have those thoughts about Y/n, then I have the weird feeling of something watching me, and now I have a feeling something is touching me. I'm crazy. I'm going insane. I tugged at my hair, not liking how I was feeling.

I was in the bathroom for at least ten minutes before I walked back. The teacher was in the middle of the hallway when I was by the classroom. "Harry, are you feeling alright? You were gone for a while, I was just going to check on you."