One Direction & ZAYN Dirty Imagines

F uckboy (continuation) - Harry

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Y/N's POV

It's been days since that incident between Harry and I. Let's just say that things weren't going well.

I had a cloud over my head 24/7. My grades were slipping away, slowly and painfully. All I could think about is what happened that day. Jesus why did I feel so affected by him?

I've seen him walk passed me, with that same smirk he always wears to impress the girls at our school. He brushes passed me countless times, giving me no time of day. Not even a glance.

His friends take notice to me now. They give me looks, not the bad looks, but confused and puzzled looks. I don't know why, all I do is give them a frown and walk off.

All this thinking makes my head hurt, especially with the teachers voice booming across the classroom. That adds on to my headache.

I wince in pain, rubbing at my head. Why do I sit in the front?

The teacher takes notice to my pain. Usually they'll dismiss it, but this teacher felt nice today and told me to take a walk for a little while. I wasn't going turn that down, so I walk off, with my phone in my hand and my earbuds in. My music begins to flow through my ears.

Walking down the quiet corridor of the school I take notice to two figures. One is against the lockers and the other is in front. It's too far to see the genders and who they actually are. Why are they out of class?

Coming closer I can see that it was Harry, smiling and looking down at a girl who I've seen around school. She was putty in his hands as he flashed his award winning smile across his lips.

But their little moment was ruined when my footsteps echoed loud enough for them to look toward the point of origin. They both have a frown settling upon their lips now. But I won't let them stop me.

"Sorry to ruin your little moment," I shrug carelessly as I walk passed them. I didn't get two steps away from Harry until an arm stops me from going further.

I turn around smoothly and act like his touch didn't have an effect on me. My face remained impassive as usual, but that didn't help subside the butterflies I had in my damn stomach.

He's staring at me, sort of in a puzzled way. Harry then turns to the girl, then back at me. Why is he even wasting his time on me?

"We'll talk later," he says to the girl that he was chatting up.

She's taken back for a second, then looks at me with daggers and storms off.

I can feel Harry's fingers brush away the hair around my ear to take both my earbuds out. Out of frustration that I'm letting him do this, I take my earbuds out of his hands and shove them in the pocket of my hoodie.

We both just stare at each other for a while, none of us talking. I can't help myself but get lost in his unbelievable beauty of his eyes. They seem lighter in color now that I'm facing him fully.

"We need to talk." He says all of a sudden. His voice reminds me of that morning, the way he said to leave. It was that emotionless voice he had.

I frown, stepping back. "We have nothing to say to each other." It was true, we really didn't have anything to say.

"You and I both know that's a lie." Harry shakes his head and steps closer, gaining back the distance he lost. "Look-"

This was all too much. "No," I cut him off, "you said what you had to say to me. And I was sorry. End of story. We don't have to talk anymore and you made that pretty clear the last couple days." My eyes were beginning to water but I blink them away quickly. Not today feelings, not today.