Chapter 6

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"When you offered to drive me home I didn't think we would have to walk to get the car." I huff, shivering as the wind nips at my skin.

"Stop whining." He mocks, a childlike grin plastering onto his lips.

"I also thought it was just you and me, but then he had to come along." I grit my teeth, watching Zayn stroll in front of us.

"He's not so bad." Harry sighs, "He's had a rough time." He mummers lowly.

"So have most people. It doesn't give him the right to treat other people like shit." I demand, keeping my focus on my feet.

"Why are you walking so slow," He laughs, nudging me playfully.

"I'm not a very good walker." I bluntly reply.

He snorts, his loud and infectious laugh following, "What do you mean, not a good walker? That's a first. I thought it was a pretty basic human skill."

I pout my lips as he continues to mock me, but I'm finding it impossible not to smile back at him. How can someone so dark, be so beautiful? I momentarily stop breathing as his green eyes meet mine with a look I have never seen before, nor could I even begin to describe.

I clear my throat and my voice squeaks, "Well... I find it very hard to put one foot in front of the other without tripping over myself. I've been cursed with two left feet."

"You are by far the oddest person I have ever met." He chuckles.

My breath catches in my throat as my eyes glance up to his. His laugh suddenly stops, his eyes burning into mine as his breathing becomes heavy and deep. "In a good way, of course." He breathes.

"Oh, fuc-" I screech, my body plummeting to the ground.

"Fucking hell, are you all-right Scar?" He's at my side in a matter of seconds, looking down on me as he extends a hand.

I can't help the fits of laughter that are now echoing from my lips, despite my slightly aching body. He looks down on me with astonishment, and dimples pop into the sides of his cheeks, taking my breath away.

"See, I told you. You're not allowed to distract me, I could have died." I joke, pushing onto my elbows as a heavy groan vibrates between my lips.

"Well we can't have that, can we? I would never want you to die hating me," his eyes fill with sadness as he yanks me onto my feet.

He examines me, making sure I haven't hurt myself. For some strange reason, I can't bring myself to speak. Silence takes over, both of us just standing there looking into one another's eyes. I snap back to reality when I feel his hand squeeze mine. I pull it from his grip and gasp as his touch leaves a burning tingle.

"I, erm, we, er -

"Will you two love birds get a move on. I've got places to be." Zayn's voice echoes through the dark air, causing me to roll my eyes.

"WALK THEN!" Harry yells, a smug smile plastering on his lips.

"Move your fucking arse, mate." Zayn scoffs, throwing another wink my way.

"You go ahead. We'll meet you outside my house." Harry insists, his eyes turning dark as if he were warning Zayn without words.

Zayn nods, forcing a cigarette between his lips as he walks off into the night, leaving me alone with Harry.

Harry's P.O.V

I look back down to Scarlet and see her flinch as she walks forward. She has a slight limp and I instantly know she's hurt herself. I sigh, running my fingers through my curls before pulling the hood on my grey hoodie over my head. I catch up to her and block her path. Her nose scrunches in the most adorable way as I grin back at her. I turn around, my back now to her as I crouch slightly.

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