Harry Styles Imagines

Jock - Part 1

I slammed my locker shut and sped to my class.  I had exactly a minute to get to class.  I pushed my way through and almost made it in the classroom when someone moved in front of me, causing me to fall on the floor and drop all of my belongings.  I moved so I was on my knees and grabbed all of my books.  "Watch it," I heard a squeaky voice call out.  "Harry doesn't have time to talk to someone like you.  Get out of his way."  His little minion hissed at me.  I nodded and quickly stood up to move out of Harry's way. 

When I looked up, Harry smirked at me and walked away.  I pulled my sleeve over my hand and wiped the sweat off my forehead.  To say I was scared was an understatement.  His minions would stop at nothing to make sure the rest of my life at high school was hell.  I turned around so I could begin walking to class but as I took the first step, the bell rang and every classroom door shut, signaling that any student who was late couldn't walk in.  I began to panic and didn't know what to do. 

I tried to come up with an excuse to tell my mom later on in the day so she wouldn't be mad with me but I knew it was no use.  She hated when I was late for class and everytime she would ground me. 

My mind became clear again when I heard the obnoxious laughter from Harry and his followers from around the corner.  My eyes widened and I looked around for any possible exit.  My jaw dropped when I saw that the nearest exit was on the other side of the hall.  Before they could turn the corner, I ran my fastest to the door.  When I was halfway there, I heard them yell, "Get her!"  I turned around to see every girl that was with him running after me.  I guess hell had already began.  I moved my legs as fast as they would let me go but when I turned around again so I was facing towards the door my eyes widened when I saw Harry standing just a few feet away from me.  I tried to slow down but it was no use, considering I had bumped into him, making both of us fall down. 

When I tried to stand up, I noticed he had a firm grasp on my wrist.  I looked behind me to see the little brats had stopped running.  "Please, Harry," I said as I turned to face him.  "Please just let me go.  I haven't done anything wrong." I quietly sobbed to him so the others wouldn't here. 

"Why should I do that?  I have a reputation to keep."  He snorted. 

"Stop worrying about your damn reputation for a second and realize that a person just like you is about to be beaten to a pulse by what looks like four girls." I begged and tried to pry my hand from his grasp. 

I made eye contact with him and when I did, a tear fell.  He lifted his free hand just and I flinched at his action.  When he realized how scared I really was, his face softened and he slowly let go of my hand.  I scrambled to me feet and ran as fast as I could away from all of the vicious people.

*** Part 2 will be up shortly ***

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