Philophobia (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter One

His back and he wants to play.

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He was watching me.

My eyes were glued on my paper as I felt his intense stare at the side of my face. The room was silent. But in some odd way the silence only made the atmosphere grew tenser by the minute as I tried to work on my papers. Thinking I was alone in this place full of books his intense stare was distracting me from working.

Yes, I was indeed sitting all alone, working on this bloody paper in the library. 

In that moment, I instantly raised my head up subtly as my eyes found his. I glanced up at him as his eyes were already narrowed on mine with his brows furrowed as if he was deep in thought. 

He seems familiar I thought to myself as I stared deeply into his green orbs. I strangely felt like I have already seen him before. Perhaps it was his piercing green eyes that got me wondering how he seemed so familiar. But I knew this wasn't my first time laying my eyes on him. I just couldn't remember. Where have I seen him before?

He was sitting across from my table, I slowly glanced on his table as I notice loads of paper sheets. My brows furrowed as I still felt his eyes on me. I glanced back up at him as I watched him instantly lowering his head and tried on concentration on what seems to be his work as I stared at him.

All of a sudden, a loud noise broke the silence as my eyes found its cause. I glared at the boy with blond hair and blue eyes whom I have recognized as well but just couldn't remember where. The blond was now walking with a small grin plastered on his face as he approached towards the boy who was sitting across from me. My eyes found his as I watched him as he twirled his pen. He slowly raised his head with his eyes now narrowed at the blond. He seemed easily distracted as soon as he got up to greet his friend.

I stared at them as I watch them interact with each other silently. In my eyes it seems as if they were talking about something that got the blond really exited. The boy with the curls and green eyes suddenly curiously glanced at me as he was now glaring back at me. My cheeks suddenly flushed as I felt uncomfortably and embarrassed under his eyes. I subtly lowered my head now staring at my papers as I held my pen and continued on working on it. My focus was now fully on my paper as I ignored my surrounding. 

I was a normal seventeen year old. I knew people and people knew me. I wouldn't consider myself as miss popular but I wouldn't consider myself as a loner either. However I do occasionally prefer being alone. I din't really knew much people to talk to or rely things with. I was someone who found it extremely hard to talk to people about myself and whatnot. Its just sometimes its really hard to find someone trust worthy now a days.

SHRIEK

A loud noise disturbed the silent atmosphere, breaking me out of my trance. My eyes instantly found the cause of the noise as my brows furrowed in confusion. I was too busy thinking to even pay attention to the person who was now pulling a chair out in a obnoxious manner. I glared as the blond sat next to me.

"I'm Niall" The blond said raising his hand up for me to shake. His eyes were on mine as I felt slightly nervous with his forward approach. However it din't stop me from shaking his hand. I was a little skeptical. But I so gladly. Well I at least tried to look confident and raised my hand to shake his. As we shook hands I felt his firm grip on my hand as my eyes were now narrowed on his.

I wasn't going to lie, I slightly felt uneasy with his forward action. I find it odd at the fact that he would randomly approached me to introduce himself. Why would a stranger sit next to me and introduce himself out of nowhere?