Unpredictable (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7.

The rest of my classes were pretty lame. I didn't have any friends in any of them, so I stuck to myself. They were just little classes I needed to graduate. This was going to be one hell of a semester.

*2 Weeks Later*

I haven't talked to Harry at all, except in Theatre. He tries to find every way possible to annoy me, and boy was it working. I hated him so much, and he hated me too. I strolled into Theatre, and took a seat in a random chair that was kind of away from everyone else. I hated everyone in this class, including the teacher.

You see, theatre was held on the stage of the Theatre room, so all we had were fold up chairs strewn randomly around.

I watched Harry walk in and take a seat across the stage from me. Good.

The quiet sound of students talking stopped once our director, Miss Williams, entered the stage, taking a stand behind her little podium.

"Today, we're going to be doing something a little different. I'm going to put you with a partner, and you two will be doing an improvisation skit on a certain topic that I will give you. You will be graded on how believable your skit is. You'll be assigned parteners today to start working with, and you will be performing tomorrow." I groaned inwardly. I hated improv.

"Elizabeth Beck and Chance Swanson, Libby Mills and Andrew Wilkinson, Elise Rousseau and Harry Styles-"

"Are you kidding me?!" I asked a little too loudly. Miss Williams stopped talking and looked at me.

"I'm sorry, Miss Rousseau, is there a problem?" She asked me. I glanced over at Harry; he was giving me a disgusted look.

I sighed. "No. Sorry." She finished reading off the names, and told us to get with our partners. I saw that Harry was making no effort to come to me, so I got up and walked over to him. I pulled a chair over to him, and sat down.

"This is so gay," he mumbled under his breath.

"Look, Styles, I'm not enjoying this any more than you are."

"I bet you're glad that you have another chance to seduce me with your ugly self. The first being Lit of course."

I scoffed, and he rolled his eyes at me. I hated his cockiness. No, I did not like him, and I had no intentions of ever liking him in the future.

"Harry, Elise, your topic will be two people, in love, stuck at a bus stop, in the rain." Miss Williams said, walking over to us.

Harry groaned loudly. "Can't we do anything else?"

"I'm sorry, but this is Theatre. You're just acting. Besides, I'm sure that my two best acting students can do this. Remember, make it believable. Maybe a kiss?" She shot us a smile, then walked off to the next pair.

Now it was my turn to groan. I was not going to kiss Harry. Then I realized what she had said before that. "You're good at acting?" I asked him. I was a little surprised.

He nodded. "I took a few classes here and there a few years ago. I guess it kind of just stuck."

"Me too," I said. "This is my major."

"Me too. Why am I even telling you this? Williams just told me that I had to fucking kiss you." He shot me a dirty look.

"Why are you making this seem like my fault? I don't want to kiss you either!"

"Don't lie, Elise. I know you do," he then mumbled to himself, "whore."

I was fuming. Luckily, the bell rang seconds later, signaling that it was time for Literature. It's probably a good thing I was saved by the bell. I might have ended up murdering Harry.

I trudged my way all across campus to get to the class. I really needed to invest in a car. It's hard, though, when you've got no job and barely any money.

I've learned the quickest way to get there so I wouldn't be late every day. I strolled in to class with 3 minutes before it started.

I took my usual seat next to Peirce, and dropped by backpack to the floor.

"Hey, babe," he said, grinning at me then planting a peck on my lips."

"Hey, yourself," I replied, grinning back.

We stared into each other for a while, until I watched the expression in his eyes change to anger. He stared firmly at the person standing behind me.

"What are you doing here?" Peirce snapped. I turned around and sure enough, there was Harry.

"Are you free tonight?" Harry asked me, completely ignoring Peirce.

"Get out of here," Peirce glared at him, shooting him daggers.

"Chill out," Harry chuckled lightly. "Im not asking her out on a date. Why would I be?" He snorted. "Elise, are you free tonight so we can work on our projects together? I think we should really focus on the theatre one. It won't be easy having to pretend to be in love." He gave me an arrogant smirk.

What the hell! He was saying all that stuff because he knew it would piss off Peirce. I scoffed.

"Yes, I'm free."

"Great," he grinned. "I'll pick you up at your dorm tonight at 6." And with that, he turned around and walked back to his seat.

"What the hell?" Peirce asked, glaring at me.

I sighed. "We have to work on our project for here and we're being forced to do an improv thing in theatre together. Trust me, working with him is the last thing I want to be doing tonight."

I saw his shoulders relax at my words.

"I love you," he said quietly.

"I love you, too." I said back. And as much as I hated to admit it, the words I said to him just didnt sound right.

A/N: Hey guys! Normally this would be in bold but im on my iPod and I can't figure out how to type in bold so yeah :) thanks for reading, voting, and commenting :) keep it up!