Unpredictable (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 16.

~Quick A/N~ hey guys! so I desperately needed to update, so here I am! :) It's like midnight right now, so I appologize in advance for any misspelled words or grammar mistakes.I'm wicked tired! I thought a pic of Zayn was Niall HAHAHA. But I'll try my best to proofread! Also, I've been having MEGA writers block :/ If you comment some story ideas, I'll write them in :) Hope you enjoy it :) Love youuuuuu <3

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I walked into the theatre room, my cup of coffee I had just bought prior to coming here was still hot and steaming. Walking through the rows of seats, I took a seat in mine, which happened to be directly across the room from where Harry sat. 

I sat quietly, sipping from my cup, and reading the book I brought with me. I had about 10 minutes until class started. Other students came in and took a seat, some desperatley trying to get other class's homework finished.  I don't have to worry about that, I always get my homework done ahead of time.

The 10 minutes passed by quckly, because before I knew it, Miss Williams walked into the class, and stood at the front. I noticed that Harry's seat was still empty. While Miss Williams started talking, my phone vibrated quietly in my back pocket. Speak of the Devil. It was a text from Harry. All it said was "Hey"

I texted back a reply. "Why aren't you in class?"

A few minutes later, he responded. "Meet me in room J48 right now. That's where I am."

J48? I'm pretty sure I knew where that was. But how was I supposed to just walk out of class? It wasn't that I couldn't. I was in college. I could do whatever the hell I wanted. I was only worried about about looking weird infront of these other students, or even offending Miss Williams. But my desire for meeting up with Harry was more than my desire to stay in class. 

So, as quietly as I could, I packed my things back into my backpack, and slipped out of the theatre room. I hoped no one noticed me. 

I treked a few buildings down until I got to the one marked very clearly J. I walked in, and started going down the hallways of classrooms. 

45...46...47...48.

I got to the room marked 48. It was a biology classroom. The lights were all out, and it looked completely pitch black. I opened the door, and shut it gently behind me. 

Taking a few steps forward, I stopped, feeling a pair of arms slip around my waist, pulling me close. I didn't even need to see who it was to know it was Harry.

"Hello," he mumbled into the top of my head, still holding me close.

"Hello," I replied. He let me go, and grabbed my hand. He pulled me to a desk, and lifted me up so I was sitting on it. 

Immedietly, his lips were on mine. I kissed back, feeling little sparks fly. He applied more pressure, as his hand snaked to my lower back. His other hand was under my chin, holding my face in place. My hands were both making knotts with his hair on the back of his neck. 

We kissed fiercely for several more minutes, until we were both completely out of breath. He pulled away, smiling down at me.

"Sorry about what happened yesterday with your mom," he said. 

"It's fine. She's kind of a drama queen," I laughed a little, which made him continue smiling at me. 

"I missed you," he said, kissing me once again.

"It's been a day," I said once he pulled away, smiling. 

"I know. Too long," He said. 

"What's up with you today? You're actually being nice?" I grinned at him.

He shot me a smirk back. "Well, Elise, believe it or not but I can actually be nice when I want to be."

I just rolled my eyes. "So how're you and that sissy boyfriend of yours?" he said. 

"He's not a sissy," I defended for some reason.

Harry just snorted. "He got your own mother here to solve his girl problems for him. That makes him a sissy."

"Well," I said, going back to his earlier question, "we're good, I guess."

Harry snorted again. "Bullshit."

I let out a long breath. "I didn't tell him I loved him back last night. Look, that's none of your business." I said.

His response was just placing his lips against mine once again. 

"Harry...what if someone comes in here?" I say, pulling away. "What if it's Niall, or Calum, or Brooke? If any of them find out, then it's basically guranteed that Peirce will find out."

"Trust me, Elise. I picked this class for a reason, No one will be coming in here." I just nodded my head.

We were both in deep thought for several minutes until I spoke up. "I could leave him, you know," I said it so quietly it almost wasn't audible. 

Harry's response was not what I thought it would be at all. He laughed out loud. "Go ahead, Elise. He's a pussy. That doesn't mean I'm going to want to date you."

"W-what?" I asked, taken aback. 

"I don't want to date you. Besides, most of my friends hate you. And for all they know, I do too." That got me like a slap in the face.

"Your friends hate me?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Brooke likes you. But the others..well, let's just say they don't talk very kindly about you."

I felt a pinch behind my eyes, and they welled up with tears. I blinked rapidly, wishing that they would go away. I just didn't realize that his friends didn't like me. I thought they could at least be okay with my presence. 

Harry noticed the arival of my tears and flinched, obviously not wanting to deal with a crying girl. 

"Look, sorry Elise, but dating isn't my thing. And sorry about my friends." He stood up from the desk and made his way to the door out of the room. "I'm not gonna go to class for the rest of the day, I'll text you later." And with that, he was gone. 

Once the door closed, I let a few of the tears I was holding back loose. What have I done?