Styles Brothers (A Dark Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 15

I pressed the alarm clock to stop. I jump off on my bed and grab my towel, and then I decided to check a thing first, the day on my cellphone. Friday. It seems that the day gone so fast, three more days and it will be the Senior’s party.

When I got dressed and all ready, my feet walked out on the house and approached to the university. Everywhere I go, the only thing that is trending for the day is about the party. My locker door yanked open, I’m not in a good mood, I want to kill an ant, seriously. I hate it. I don’t know if this is jealousy or it’s just I don’t wanted to see them that close. I know who I am thinking, of course. Daphne and Hazza. After we’ve gone to the mall, they never stopped talking to each other, and laughing, and ugh. Whatever. I wanted to talk to someone, maybe Harry, but I don’t think he can understand me. He’s not that serious type of person when it comes to love, I know he never loved someone, his attitude can tell. Maybe I’d go to the library for a while to read books so my bad vibes will subside.

Aren’t Fridays supposed to be good?

This one started badly…

Yea right, this book understands me. I flipped the pages of the novel as I finished reading the previous. I felt the students standing from their sits, my attention throws on them. “Aren’t you going Eya? The bell already rings.” Conarad’s girlfriend asked me. I smiled on her; afterwards, I stood and got the book on my hand. “I’d like to borrow this novel madam.” I spoke on the librarian. She handed me the paper to fill-up.

Name of book: Forgotten

Borrowed when: 10/6/13

Borrowed by: Eya Crayson

When I’m done filling it up I went out of the library and make my way to my class room. My eyes shot on my side when I heard a familiar voice talking, voices rather.

“Mkay. See you then.”

It was Harry talking to boy, probably his friend from the gang. I know we’re not close but I’m just too desperate to talk to someone, I changed the direction of where I’m going and strolled to Harry. When he feels that someone’s presence coming near to him, he throws his attention to me. “Hey Eya.” He spoke. I stopped, something’s new to him. I scanned his body from the bottom up to his face. Not new style of outfit, not his eyes, not his nose, not his voice, neither his shades. I tried remembering about his mannerisms, but not when I saw him smirk. “Hazza’s courting you that’s why I can’t call you babe.” Oh! That’s it, the ‘babe’ thing.

“I don’t mind if you’d call me babe.”

We started walking on the way to the room, Harry’s lens focused on me. “That should be funny, if only you’re in the mood.”

“Uhm—“

“Something’s wrong?” He broke.

“N-None. I-I’m jus—“

“Tell it.” He seriously throws his concern eyes away from me, focusing on the way.

“Daphne and him are so close. I think I’m—“

“Jealous.” He continued. I stoop my head down, and pulling myself closer to his side to avoid the students walking.

“There might be a reason why. Believe me.” He added.

The topic sinks on his mind very accurate, it seems that he is reading my mind and knows all my feelings at the moment. I thought he won’t understand me.

“I know that feeling.” He smiled.

“You’ve been jealous?” I asked.

“Very jealous.” His jaw clenched, staring straight on the way, his expression isn’t mad, he seems to hide something, maybe a tear wanted to stroll down from his eyes.