Harry Styles One Shots

I Wanna Know You(His POV)

"Ahh, little Miss Perfect finally got detention," I smirked as Y/n looked around the room and sat in her assigned seat. She rolled her eyes at me. I laughed, and shook my head. "Whatcha do? Tell the teacher you didn't do your homework? Refused to refill her stapler? Didn't-"

"I punched a girl in the face."

Well that shut me up.. For a few seconds. Then I burst into laughter. She looked at me as if I was crazy. "Y-You," I squeezed my eyes shut. "You punched a girl in the face?" I held my stomach, my laughter slowly dying down. She looked at me seriously. "Oh, you were serious?"

She rolled her eyes again, and cracked her fingers. I saw they were red and I knew they would bruise. I hissed and grabbed her hand in mine. "Did you break her nose? Jesus, Y/n, how hard did you hit'er?"

"I dunno, I heard bones breaking." She shrugged. I narrowed my eyes at her. "Why did you punch her in the face anyways?"

"None of your business." She snapped. I whistled, "Someone's on her period," I muttered. "Say it louder, let everyone know." She rolled her eyes once again. "Wait, seriously?" Before she could answer, the teacher came in the classroom and told us to take our seats. He went around collecting our phones. He was shocked as well to see Y/n sitting in one of the desks. "Miss Y/l/n, I don't think I have you on my list?" He looked through his clipboard, me at the edge of my seat. Maybe she was lying-

"Oh, nope. There you are. Fighting in the halls. Never would of expected that from you,"

"No one does," she muttered, frowning. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her the entire hour. She played with pens and tapped her feet on the ground. She drew on the desk with pencil. She was an amazing artist, I could make out a meadow.

I don't think she knew I was watching her. She turned her wrist face up, and drew on the skin. My heart shattered into millions of pieces when I saw the marks. I looked at her face, but she didn't seem to notice. Her tongue was between her lips as she concentrated on the drawing on her arm. I, on the other hand, studied her face. She was beautiful, but I could never be with her. That could ruin my reputation. The school's bad boy dating the school's nerd. No way.

Well, what if she wasn't just a nerd?

When the hour was up, she was quick to grab her belongings and rush out of the room. I followed after her. "Y/n!"

She stopped, and turned to look at me. "What?" She whispered. "Can I.. Ask you something?" I wanted to know why she marked herself like that. "If you're gonna tease me about getting in a fight again, Harry, save it." She went to turn to walk again, but I stopped her. "No, it isn't. I promise, its serious." She looked up at me, "What?"

I grabbed her wrist, running my thumb along her picture. She covered the scars, but I knew they were there. Before I could say anything, she snatched her wrist from my grasp, muttered, "It's none of your business," and ran out of sight. I stood there, shocked, hurt, and confused.

For years, I made fun of her for always having good grades and being the teachers pet. She wouldn't do that to herself because of me... Would she?

I drove to her house. I faintly remembered how to get there. Before, she missed her bus and I offered her a ride. She was quiet. Now I realized she always covered her arms. Is that why?

I got to her house quicker than I thought. Maybe because I was thinking a much. Thankfully I didn't get lost, and I didn't crash.

I parked my car and walked up to her door. I knocked twice before taking a step back. I looked around the neighborhood before the door was opened. A woman, who looked to be around 35 opened the door, a cigarette and beer bottle in her hand. Drinking and smoking at the same time can be damaging to your body, what is she doing?