Mr.Styles (Harry Styles)

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

I have been back from the hospital for a few days now and they still don't know what poisoned me. If I am honest I don't want to find out; the anticipation is less scary than knowing the actual answer. Everyone keeps looking at me like I am fragile, like I am going to break into a thousand pieces. Everyone keeps staring at me like I am a freaking circus freak. Everyone keeps making up crap too like I am on drugs and I overdosed resulting in me collapsing. All in all, everything sucks and I just need to get away, A hasn't sent me a message since the hospital which I am so glad of. I don't even know how they got the message in that exact brownie.

I don't even want to think about it.

My alarm went off awakening me from my early morning thoughts. I have been up for hours now. I aimlessly turn my alarm off and walk to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and cleansed myself with the boiling water. My tired muscles softened underneath the heat and began to ache less. I am too tired to function. I closed my eyes and tried to relax against the shower wall.

I sat in my desk at the back of the classroom , not too far away from him. He stood at the front writing beautifully on the chalkboard. His calligraphy was curved and elegant, much like him. He was like a god, perfectly structured jawline, full pink lips that made my heart melt like ice cream when you leave it out in the sun and the power to send me weak as he towered over me. Suddenly the classroom was empty, every seat that was once filled was now abandoned. He turned towards me a glazed lust- heavy gaze scrutinizing me up and down. He stalked in the direction of where I was frozen in my place. Before I realised he picked me up and pushed me onto the desk, knocking a few chairs over in the process. Stunning green eyes looked deeply into mine as he rubbed his thumb over my thighs. The tension was increasing and the air became thick and heavy with desire. I swallowed down before we finally kissed. Everything was a whirl as our lips hungrily attached and re-attached, hands groping and pulling for more skin-on-skin contact. We could get caught but that didn't seem to matter. His kiss moved from my lips and down to my neck, traveling down to my stomach and thighs, he kissed and sucked on the skin- surely leaving a mark. He looked up towards me as I wound my fingers through his curly hair, pulling in an attempt for more.

"Sky, you've been in there a long time. Are you okay?" I heard my mother's voice at the door. I opened my eyes and suddenly realised where my hand was. This was uncommon grounds for me since I had never done anything like this before- what was I doing? I washed my hand underneath the water and quickly finished my shower. I wrapped a towel around me and stepped back into my room. Whatever had just happened was still with me, but the knot in my stomach wasn't from pleasing myself- it was who it was over.

My mother was sitting on my bed with an envelope obviously waiting for me.

"Hi Mom, what's up?" I asked, sitting next to her.

"I've noticed you haven't been yourself lately and that's acceptable considering what has happened so for Christmas, you and I are spending a week in Hawaii." She smiled and handed me the envelope with the booking information.

"Wow, thanks Mom." I embraced her in a hug and gave her a small peck on the cheek.

"Well we have a month to get you ready for this trip. We'll go shopping and everything." She said trying to sound like a stereotypical teenager. We laughed and I stood up to get ready for school. I chose nothing special- denim ripped jeans and an oversized grey sweater with a large heart cut out of the back with my white lace bralette. I put my hair up in a low, loose, messy bun and did some makeup. I picked up my bag with all my stuff in and put on my boots. I looked nice, presentable and a little more put together. I didn't look like the girl who fainted and got rushed to hospital, or the girl who found a dead animal in the school. I looked like an average girl- not the current centre of attention.