Styles Brothers (A Dark Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7

*Hazza’s P.O.V*

I and Harry came to the university early today. Why? Cause we wanna see how Eya owns the hallway. I bet she’ll look more attractive with the things we bought for her. Harry was the one who comes out with that idea, and I agreed with him. Later on, we heard the bell rings, and Eya hasn’t showing on the scene. I’m quite pissed cause she’s so long and I’m dying to see her perfect body. I shot my eyes on the door and found Haley coming in. “Fuck is that Eya not going to attend the class?!” Harry angrily spoke. It’s our first time waiting like motherfuckers on the classroom that’s why we’re reacting like that. “Good Morning class.” Haley greeted, the door soon opened and a girl wearing pink floral dress and high pumps holding a white Chanel bag came forward, “G-Good Morning Miss Haley, I’m sorry I’m late.” The whole class stops for a second including the both of us, Harry, until we realized that it was Eya. A smirk formed on my face as Haley smiles at her to sit down. She hurried on her place and sticks to her seat. “I told you to wear the red dress babe.” I grin. She turns to face me and her eyebrows came into a contact, “I bet you should be happy rather than complaining. You don’t know how much I hate these things on me now, I look like a flirt.” I smirk at what she said; she looks prettier when she’s wearing a dress. I don’t know but this girl is so challenging, undaunted, and perfect. Eya’s concussive action makes my daydreams shut, “Why did you throw this to me?” I asks as I pick the crumpled paper thrown on my lap, “Cause you’re a freaking maniac. Could stop looking at me?!” I smirk at her, “It’s just you’re so attractive babe I’m sorry.” She rolls her eyes on me and proceeds on listening to Haley. I got my ball pen on my pocket and writes on the crumpled sheet of paper that Eya throws me. “Eya.” I got her attention then she raises an eyebrow at me. I give her the crumpled paper then she curiously looks at it, “You want me to throw it?” I turn the paper revealing the words I wrote in there. She slowly gets it from my closed fingers and reads it, still my eyes locking at hers.

*Eya’s P.O.V*

I got the paper that’s stuck in between his fingers. Then, I read the letter. My body was startled when I’m done with it. It says:

Can I take you on my flat tonight babe? It’d be so much fun if it will be going only you and I. xx

-Haz

 

My lens stared at him angrily, and I felt my body was charged by heat. I shred the paper into a very thin material, “Uhm. Ms. Crayson problem there?” The fragments were blown by the cold air when I heard Ms. Haley’s voice. I shot my lens to her, and I felt my cheeks going red, the whole class ascertains look at me.

“Nothing. Sorry Ms. Haley.”

“Why are you tearing the paper?”

“Uh-uhm. I copied the wrong lecture mam.”

Ms. Haley looks on the whiteboard then there I realize there aren’t anything wrote on it, still clear. That’s why I need to convince my lies to her.

“What I meant is the lecture written yesterday, I remember, it was wrong. Sorry I was too exaggerated on tearing it up.”

“Oh okay, it’s alright dear. FINE EVERYONE, let’s continue.”

I tilted my head back to Hazza and finds him grinning at me. “By the way Ms. Crayson.” Ms. Haley added, I turn to her as she spokes, “Kindly sweep the mess up in your place.” I shyly smiled at her and went to the back to get the broom and dust pan. Fortunately, the class tilted their attentions back to Ms. Haley. “Did Haz get you too mad babe?” Harry smirks, I didn’t answer him cause once I do, little did I know, he’ll add to my problems here on the living earth, and I don’t want it to happen. NEVER. But I was wrong, even if I answer him or reject from talking to him, he’ll gonna add on my list. Shit happens dude. I lowered myself down when I felt his hands on my back slowly lowering to my bum. I was too shocked that I slam him the hard region of the broom on his face, leaving him an absolutely red straight mark on it. “Oops.” I knock him off with my teasing voice. I lowly laugh at him, but of course it’s impossible if the crowd didn’t notice what I did. But I got a firm explanation for that. I faced my classmates smiling at them like a crazy person on the sidewalks. Good thing, Ms. Haley is writing on the board, “So class l—“ she was cut off when, once again, I caught the crowd’s attention. “Done cleaning Ms. Haley.” “Oh ok. I thought, eh, nevermind.”

“Don’t you want to go for a recess babe?” I teasingly ask Harry as he strokes his hand on his face. “Fuck you Eya it hurts.” I laugh at him and stroll to Daphne who’s arranging her things on the table. I feel like I’ve payback so great. “Oh girl you’re so great, I saw everything, even before you slam that broom on his face.” Daphne chuckles. “Well shits deserve that.” We got out of the room for our break, some students were left on the room including Harry and Hazza. As we went downstairs the current of the crowd is going with us on the same direction. “What if he pays back to you?” Daphne continues our subject, “I don’t know, maybe I’ll do some of my self-defenses. Ugh, what’s important right now is I gave him a massive red mark on his face.” “Yeah, think you’re right. Like what you just did to Hazza.” Daphne laughs. Daphne stops as her lens extent greatly, “Why?” she puts her hand on her pocket before she spokes, “Oh my freaking gosh! I forgot my cellphone on the room!” Before I could react she made her way upstairs but she soon tilted her head, “Wait for me I’m not going to be long!” I smiled at her even though she didn’t see it. I stood on the side, tapping the heel of my pump on the green grass, to be clear, I was in the university’s field, just in front of the building. Our canteen is separated on our building, so we need to pass on the field before reaching the canteen. The university is big, and I’m a gullible transferee student, so that’s the only places I commit on my memory.

“HEY EYA!” I heard someone’s familiar voice, my head inclines side to side to look for that mystery speaker. I found Hazza running straight towards me and pull me closer to him. I, hitting my chest to his chest and his hand protectively cover my head while the other one is embracing my shoulder. I looked up at him, and found him breathing heavily, “Motherfucker. Babe are you alright?” He soon meets my lens. I curiously peeked at my side, “What happened?” He releases his hand off to mine, giving me an opportunity to look behind. A chair was crashed on my back, I looked up on the third floor and found the three girls, especially, Courtney, who’s smirking and turn her back. Maybe it’s her. “EYA!” Daphne calls, she rushes on me and hugs me tightly, “OMG I just got my cellphone and something straightway happens to you! OMG are you alright? Tell me so I can rush you to the hospital.” I chuckle at her but deep inside I’m trembling, what if Hazza didn’t pulls me? Probably, I’d be having a bad head day. “I’m not hurt.” I saw the crowd, OF COURSE, stops to look at the scene. Maybe Hazza felt that I’m quite ashamed because there are plenty of students talking, so… “What the fucking hell are you looking in here bitches?!” The crowd was shut and immediately walks. “Uhm. Hazza.” I started, he smirks, “No need to thank you babe, I’m expert at that.” If it isn’t about saving my head, I’d go for a second slap but I just smiled thinking how great he was. Harry was on his back, which definitely did nothing. Good thing, he’s not the one who saw the chair being dropped at me cause he’d not waste his time saving me. Cursed that Harry Styles.