Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 28

Songs:

Gimmie Little Sign: Brenton Wood

My Heart Is Open: Maroon 5 ft. Gwen Stefani

Make You Feel My Love: Adele

Harry's POV

It was the first Friday since school had officially resumed and I can honestly say, it was going to suck to have the weekend off. Of course, it had nothing to do with our studies, but more to do with my not seeing, Dallas again until Monday morning.

After she told me to fuck off, she seemed more focused and determined. She now showed interest in learning everything she could about who she was instead of her normal eye rolls and claiming everything was bullshit. I let her be. Of course I wanted nothing more than to be with her, but I knew damn well I couldn't and even trying would be pointless. All I would be doing is hurting the both of us with impossibilities and false hope.

I took great pleasure in the little time that we spent together, even if we only crossed five words a day or if she was kicking my ass during our training, it was worth it to me. I still find it strange how the tables have turned so much from when I first met her. I hated her and wanted her dead, basically, but even then I couldn't deny my attraction towards her. It went beyond her beautiful features, there was something there, between us that was like a magnetic pull.

As the days passed, our training sessions became less aggressive and much more educational. We still had our one on one time, but it was all business, nothing personal and someone was already there to watch us so there was no way for me to talk to her alone. I have a feeling she did that on purpose.

Today's lesson consisted of me slapping water pretty much the entire time, which was ridiculous and pointless. "You just want to make me look stupid, don't you?" I asked as I rested my arms in my lap.

"No, I'm training you. If you're going to complain and criticize everything I do maybe you should find someone else to train you."

"Liam, Niall, Louis and Zayn don't have to do this," I complained, massaging out my stinging hand.

She scoffed, placing her hands on her hips, taking a break from her own workout. "That's because they have a better handle on their body movement."

"This isn't even a thing, you're just liking the idea of me getting hurt."

"Oh my god, grow a pair and stop complaining," she chuckled. "It is a real thing, I did it when I was ten and I didn't even complain. You're literally acting worse than a ten year old little girl, Harry."

"Okay, what is this supposed to help with, huh?" I questioned, standing up from my stool to stretch out my cramping limbs before sitting back down, ready to continue after her explanation.

She tried to keep a straight face, but failed miserably, letting out a giggle. "Honestly, I don't know," she laughed. "It's supposed to help with mental endurance, palm strength and arm muscle for archery, but it's pretty much bullshit someone made up to keep people busy and make them look stupid," she said through laughs.

"I knew it," I yelled back, standing up with the large bowl of water, chasing after her.

"Harry, stop," she squealed, running around the mat until she tripped.

Her arms covered her head. I thought about not throwing the water on her, but I figured she deserved it after making me go through that annoying process. I tilted the bowl over, dumping the water all over her. Her body squirmed around as she let out a loud howling sound until the last drop of water fell on her. I crouched down over her, flipping her over so I was hovering over her stomach, my arms resting on my thighs.