Unpredictable (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4.

“What happened to you?” He asked, gesturing to the big red stain on the front of my shirt.

“Er, some drunk guy spilled his drink.” He nodded, and walked over to the towel rack, removing a wash cloth. He walked over to the sink and got it wet.

“Why'd you get up and leave down there?” I asked him as he dabbed at the stain with the cloth.

“Maybe I just didn't want to hear you go on and on about how hot I was?” He said. “Did you ever think about that?”

“I was not going 'on and on' about it!” I defended. “It was a dare.”

He snorted. “Look, I know you're obsessed with me, but like I said, prissy bitches like you are not my type.”

“Look, Harry. Ever since I met you, all you've been is rude to me. I never did anything to you.”

He shrugged. “That's just who I am. Get used to it,” He snapped.

“So you don't care that people think you're a dick?”

He stopped wiping and looked straight at me. “You know nothing about me!” He yelled. His voice was loud and gruff. I was terrified. “And for your information, none of my friends think I'm a dick. They actually accept who I am! You're just some random bitch that just had to become obsessed with me!”

I turned away from him and rushed to the bathroom door. I wasn't quick enough, though, as Harry took hold of my wrist and spun me around.

“Elle, wait, I-”

“Let go of me, Harry!” I yelled, trying to pull my wrist away. He let go, and I bolted out the door and down the stairs. I made a run for the front door, luckily I made it out without anybody trying to talk to me. I ran out the house and onto the street. Oh yeah, I have no car. I was just going to have to walk home.

I started walking down the sidewalk towards where I thought my dorms were. I was literally on the opposite side of campus. It was freezing outside. Goosebumps formed onto my arms and legs; I started to shiver.

I walked for what felt like forever. I passed by several empty school buildings that seemed eerie in the night. It had to have been close to 1 in the morning by now.

“Hey!” Some guy yelled to me. He was leaning against one of the school buildings. He was surrounded by 4 or 5 other guys. They were my age, if not a little older. They frightened me.

“What's someone like you doing walking alone?” Another yelled. I didn't look at them, I just kept walking with my head down.

“Are you ignoring me?” The guy said again, only this time much closer. He clamped his hand around my wrist with an iron grip.

“I, er, no I didn't hear you,” I lied.