When He Was Mine (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty One - 'Dilemma'

My shoes slapped against the plastic flooring of the school corridor as I rushed towards the school hall. I gripped the straps of my backpack so they didn't fall off my shoulders. My hair bounced against my back with the rise and fall of my run. I grabbed the handle of one of the big heavy double doors and yanked it open wide enough for me to slide through. I stopped for a few seconds, grabbed my phone and clicked the 'on' button. '8:45' I saw as my heart sunk a little causing me to pick up my run again, I was going to be late if I didn't get a move on. I spotted my English teacher pacing in my direction so I came back to a fast walk until she'd passed and I continued to jog once again. As I spotted my friends I finally came back to a fast walk, I was safe, this time.

"This is late for you, what happened?" Kelly asked me while fumbling in her bag for her stationery.

"My phone died and my alarm failed" I sighed "but at least I'm here now".

"Yeah it's a good job, they're about to call us into the hall" Kelly said with a look of relief as she produced a pen, pencil and ruler from her pocket.

I gasps as a pair of huge hands wrapped around my waist from behind.

"Did you revise?" breathed the rough morning voice of my boyfriend. He smelt as fresh and welcoming as he always did. As his question functioned in my brain I flashed back to all the times I put down my school books to answer his texts, how I had thrown my revision cards on the floor when he rang, how I had invited him to my house the day I was supposed to revise all day. I'd done absolutely nothing and now there was nothing I could do.

"Y-yeah" I nervously smiled. Kelly took a sigh of relief on my behalf.

"Good" Harry said before planting a soft kiss on the side of my cheek. "You doing anything after sch..."

"Can I have silence please? The quicker we get you all into the examination hall the sooner you can get started" interrupted an oldish looking woman, she was not a teacher but something told me we should probably listen to her.

She cleared her throat quickly and continued to speak, "There will be 5 lines, it will depend on the first letter of your last name as to which line you join, this is line 'a-e', 'f-i' here, 'j-n' here, this is 'o-s' and finally 't-z'"

I sighed. I didn't have time to listen to what Harry's question was, instead I said goodbye to him and my friends and headed towards my line alone.

"Pssstt" I heard as I stood quietly at the back of the queue. I looked around for the source of the noise till I spotted Niall standing in the line next to mine.

"What's up?" I whispered keeping my head forward so the teachers didn't suspect I was talking.

"Why do you look so scared? You always do well anyway" he smiled kind of giggling a little.

I sighed again, every other time I'd revised a reasonable amount of times but not this time. I'd put Harry before the future of my life and it was getting out of control.

"Were you that scared when Harry came around last week?" he said with a slight smirk.

I looked at him like he had two heads, I was speechless. I screwed up my face pretending I didn't know what he was talking about.

"What are you talkin...." I didn't have time to finish my sentence before my line was led into the exam hall, leaving Niall and my unanswered question behind.

At that moment I was so angry. Had Harry been going around telling everyone about what happened the other day? So much for helping my reputation. I was so caught up with Harry I hadn't bothered to try for this exam and now he'd done this. I felt sick. I could see it now, 'Look it's that girl who was raped in the park and liked it so much she became a slag, eww'. I felt like I'd been betrayed. I wanted to scream at him, tell him what he'd now done to me. At the same time I wanted to just disappear, get away and pretend I didn't exist for a while. The thought that by now everyone in this hall could know my personal life made me more than uneasy. I sat at my desk, hands shaking, nervously tapping my pencil against the table. How could he do this to me?