Just Watching// l.h.

Chapter 5

Harry above because why not!?!
Aleigha P.O.V.

I watched as the car drove away. I couldn't get those blue eyes out of my mind.

"Aleigha," my friend, Harry, says. "Aleigha!" I snap out of my trance to face him.

"Sorry, what," I ask.

"I said you looked nice," he chuckles, his green eyes shining.

"Thank you," I blush a bit, turning to where the car had been.

"Sanders," Harry speaks again. I turn to him.

"Styles," I exclaim back. He smirks.

"Who was that," he nods where the car had been.

"Who," I ask. He shakes his head.

"The one you were staring at," he says. "The one you're obviously interested in." I scowl a bit.

"I am not interested in Luke Hemmings," I scoff.

"Are you sure," he asks. "Cause you keep staring."

"I'm sure," I say.

"Why were you staring the-"

"Harry," I interrupt. "I'm not interested in him."

"Not what your eyes say," he mumbles.

"What was that," I ask.

"Nothing," he says, smirking. "Nothing at all."

"You're lucky you're my best friend, Styles," I say. I had been Harry's best friend since the beginning of high school. Now, being in our final year, we were closer than ever. He never knew about the bullying, though. I had never told him. I didn't want him mad or upset. I never understood why he chose me as a friend. He had several friends and I had only one. Him.

"What are you thinking about," he asks. He was always so curious.

"Why you're friends with me," I sigh.

"Because you're amazingly perfect," he says, causing me to giggle.

"Seriously though," I say. "Why?"

"I wasn't kidding about the amazingly perfect thing," he says, smiling. "But, I guess I just saw something different in you. Something I needed to have."

"And what was that," I ask.

"Motivation," he says. I smirk a bit. "You always build me up and tell me to keep trying and never give up. That's what I love about you."

"Love you too, Styles," I smile. I hear a car honk and turn to see my mom's blue Toyota parked. "That's my cue."

"Text me when you make it home," he says, protective.

"Yes, sir," I salute him and walk away.

"Love you, Sanders," he calls as I open the door.

"Love you, Styles," I reply back and close the door. I turn to my mom, seeing her smile. "What?"

"You two are so cute," she says. She always had said this.

"Mooooom," I begin. "We're-"

"Friends," she interrupts. "Yeah. I know." I roll my eyes as we drive away.

Luke P.O.V.

I was falling for her. There was no doubt about it. I couldn't make her love me. I never would. I turn to my left and see Calum and Ashton snuggled up together. I glanced forward to Michael and Mariah, both holding hands. This was something I wanted but would never get. The girl that I like would never want me back.

"Lukey," Mariah turns to me.

"Yes, love," I say and catch Michael glaring at me through the rearview mirror. I stick my tongue out at him.

"Are you okay," she smiles.

"I've been better but yes," I say. She nods.

"Wanna talk about it," she asks. I shake my head and lean my head and hands on the door. "Okee." She turns forward. I feel someone pat my knee and see that it's Calum. I nod at him in appreciation. He returns it and cuddles back into Ash.

"Shoot," I realize something.

"You okay, bro," Michael asks.

"I left my phone in my locker," I say. Michael sighs. He stops, turning the car around. "You don't need to go back."

"Too late," he smirks, driving back. I roll my eyes, smiling. "Let's face it, Luke. You can't live without your phone."

"Says the video game addict," I tease. He pulls up to the front of the school.

"Hurry up, Hemmings," Michael says.

"You can just meet me at the club house," I reply. "I don't mind walking."

"All right," he said, questioning.

"I really don't mind, Mikey," I say, stepping out of the car.

"Okay," he sounded more assuring.

"Bye, guys," I wave, walking in the school. I placed my hands in my pockets, walking to the other side of the school. It was nice being in my own thoughts, the quiet surrounding me.

"Mr. Hemmings," I heard a familiar voice say. I spoke too soon. I turn to face it.

"Mr. Nigels," I smile at my principal.

"Forget something," he asked.

"Yes," I reply. "My phone."

"I like the hair," he laughs. "Have a great night, Luke."

"You too," I say, walking the opposite direction.

"Wasn't that awkward," I heard an angelic voice say behind me. I turn and see the beautiful brown eyed girl I've been crushing on these past days.

"Very," I smile a bit. If this was her idea of never coming near her, I was very confused.

"I forgot my binder," she says, looking down. Her hair fell in front of her eyes.

"I forgot my phone," I say. I couldn't see her eyes cause her hair was shyly placed in front of it. "Here." I move her hair behind her ears, carefully. She flinched a bit. "Show your eyes more often. They're beautiful." She blushes and I turn, walking away. I smiled at my accomplishment. I actually made her blush.