You Should Be With Me (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 55: Enough

A week went by since Harry asked me to be his girlfriend. Gosh, I just love it. Harry's girlfriend. People kept talking, but not as much. Girls kept glaring, but I didn't care. Harry was far beyond better than Collin.

Harry opened doors for me, walked me to class, carried my books. Stuff like that. He was polite to my parents when he would come over. We spent a good amount of time together. After school, we'd do homework together. After, we go on walks with Samson.

Collin still picked on him. Much more, but Harry stood his ground. Never fought back. Harry and I didn't care what others thought. He never cared what others thought. I was glad I was in a relationship that I deserved, especially with him.

"I love you." Kiss.

"I love you." Kiss.

"I love you." Kiss.

Harry kissed me from my forehead, to my nose, then my lips. Pausing after saying 'I love you's. At the moment, we were on lunch break.

"I love you too," I said, smiling up at him.

"Let's go sit with the guys," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards our usual spot.

I felt something between my feet, causing me to fall on the floor. I looked down to see two pairs of feet. I looked up and saw who's they belonged to.

"Oops, sorry," Amber said, not at all being sympathetic.

I heard snickering coming from Amanda.

Everyday they tormented me in some way. This was the second time today. The first was when they pushed me against the wall in the crowded hallway to get to class. They walked away, laughing both times.

From Amanda this was no surprise, from Amber it was. I didn't think she would ever become this mean. I looked up at Harry and saw he had a furious face. He held his hand out and helped me up.

"You ok?" He asked concernedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

We walked to the guys and sat down with them. We laughed about funny movies we'd seen recently. One we all saw together was 'The Inbetweeners'.

"So we have to start practicing for prom coming up in a month," said Niall.

"That's right, it's gonna be a sick night," Louis said.

"Do you guys already have in mind who you're going to ask?" I questioned.

"Yep," all the boys said in unison.

"That's cool," I said.

"Gee, I wonder who Harry is going to ask," Zayn said teasingly.

I couldn't help but blush. Harry must have noticed since he pulled me closer to him, planting a kiss on my cheek.

"Yes, you do. But how I'm going to ask is a surprise," he said.

We talked a bit more about prom and we'd agree we all would rent a limo like the last time.

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Before the bell rang, Harry had to go to the athletic office. He took me with him. He talked to his coach about the last game that was coming up next week.

When we walked back, we had to pass by the dome to go to our lockers. I saw Collin stare at us and mumble something to his friends. I heard one of Amanda's friends call me a 'slut'. Nothing new that I didn't hear out of jealousy. She had been flirting with Harry in our second class.

I looked away and felt someone bump into me. I felt something wet dripping down my shirt. I gasped as the cold liquid hit my chest and down my stomach. I looked down at my shirt, it was covered in milk. I looked up and saw Amber. Again she was messing with me.

I felt a fire build inside me. I saw Amanda laughing her head off like it was a joke. Yeah, a real sick and tiring joke. I was about to explode.

"I've had enough!" I yelled.

They stepped back in fear. Harry staring at me like he knew what was to come.

"All week you two have been tormenting me. Pushing me into walls, tripping me, pretty much harassing me. I'm done with it! So fucking knock it off before I go ape shit on your ass!"

I had cracked.

I walked away trying to get to the bathroom. I cleaned it up as best as I should, but it was still uncomfortably soaking wet. As I walked out of the restroom, Harry was waiting for me.

"I have an extra shirt in my locker. Let me go get it," he said.

He came back two minutes later with a gray v-neck shirt. I grabbed it and thanked him. I went in and changed my shirt. I looked in the mirror and it looked good on me. It was a little big, stopping at just bellow my butt. Thank god I was wearing black jeans to match it.

"You look good," Harry said as I came out. 

He intwined his hand with mine, bringing them up to his lips and kissing my skin. He was sweet for lending me his shirt. I was lucky to have him around.

"Thanks," I said, pecking his lips.