Warrior // Harry Styles

Chapter Four - The Roof

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☼This chapter is dedicated to peaceful_serenity because she the reason I even started this book. She's my inspiration and I love her.xx☯

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{{sorry for the long A/N}}

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Chapter 4

Lizzie's POV

It was our last period of the day, French. I was good in school but I wasn't like a kid that knew everything about penguins! I didn't use the term "nerd" or "geek" simply because I think it's a bad title for someone.

Mr. Higgins was talking about the Revolutionary War. I liked French due to the fact that my ancestors were French but I got stuck with a boring American accent... After a few minutes of words (or spit) coming out of Mr. Higgins mouth, the bell finally rang. Everybody bursted out of their seats and head straight for their lockers.

I stayed behind to take the rest of the notes that were marked on the chalkboard which took me about 5 minutes then I walked out of the classroom. Close behind me was Harry. I don't know why but, Harry is too clingy for my liking. Like his cute and all but sometimes I need my personal bubble.

As I was walking, I felt his large hand slide it's way to my small hands. I looked up to see him smiling but, he still had those dark green eyes. What's up with his orbs? I let go of his hand to go to my locker. He yelled over his shoulder, "I'll meet you at your locker when I'm done. I'll be really fast!" and with that Harry was jogging and swerving around teens that were excited to go home.

I giggled as he bumped into one of the teachers and I walked to my locker only to collided with a very strong metal object which was my locker. I arched my back in pain and slid down tears forming in my eyes but I stayed strong. I tried to get up but got pushed back down. The horrid laughs and snickers that I heard every year made their way to my ears as tears started flowing down my cheek.

I looked up and saw Bailey, Miss Popular at our school. She's rumoured to have the best parties but I'd rather read a good book with hot chocolate then get wasted and high. She looked at me with an evil smirk on her perfect face. Why can't I have a face like hers? She handed me a pink box, her signature colour, decorated with a fuchsia-coloured ribbon and then left with her group.

She looked back at me and said over her shoulder, "You might want to use those someday! Loser!" she stuck me the middle finger then walked away, flipping her hair constantly. I opened the box and saw the most horrid things ever that made me cry even more! I took out a little bottle that was marked "bleach" on it and also rope and razor blades. That bitch... I heard footsteps come my way and I shoved everything back into the box and put it carelessly in my backpack.

I saw the charming young lad that escorted me to each one of our classes since the first day I school which is today. He's eyes weren't dark green anymore, they were a light green, a very nice shade of green may I add. His eyes flooded with concern as we sat beside me and brought me into a hug.

"I won't let anyone hurt you again..."

How did he know that I got bullied? I let that thought float out of my head as I cried into his toned chest. After several minutes of crying, I decided that I should go. I could walk home, but I'm sacred to get raped or kidnapped or something like that but, I decided that if I wanted my mom's famous ravioli, I had to get home now or never. As I stood up, Harry got up as well and looked down at me with those dark green eyes (again!). What the fuck? Should I tell him about his eyes? As I had an internal battle as to if I should tell him or not. I finally decided to tell him.