The Outsiders (Harry Styles)

Chapter 6

Sitting on the grass next to the almost abandoned lake near my house isn't how I imagined my Sunday to be like, but I need some time alone. From everyone.

 From everything. 

As I look the summer blue sky, I think about Jack. I miss him, but I don't want to. I miss him so much. I miss his soft touch on my skin and his natural sweet smell. He was my everything. I dated him for quite a while. I miss how his hand fit in mine like it was made just for me. But I can't go back, as much as I truly want to, I cant. You have no idea what that feels like. Loving someone but knowing you can't go back to them because you weren't meant to be. He hit me. So I need to just let go once and for all. 

 Just as I shift around on the green grass, I get a text from Amanda asking if we're still on tonight.

"I can't." I reply.

"Come on, it's club sunday!"

"I really want to, but today, I just want to be alone."

"Alright, If you change your mind, just give me a call."

"Okay."

Suddenly, I hear leaves crunching behind me and I turn my head towards the forest. No one.

I stand up quickly and scream as I familiar tall and dark figure stands in front of me "Damn, will you calm down?" Harry says rudely as usual. He's wearing hightop converse, black jeans and a black T. Plain as per normal. 

 I hold my beating heart and sigh in relief.

"Can you not scare me like that? You almost gave me a heart attack," I turn around and grab my purse from the ground.

"Where are you going?" He sits in my spot on the grass.

One second he's rude and the next he's kind.I still haven't figured him out. But I guess I've got some greasers apart of my life right now, right? They'll be like glue, hard to get rid of. 

"I don't know," I start walking away from him. I want to be alone. 

"No stay," he pats the ground next to him as I turn around facing him. There must be something wrong with me if he's begging me to stay. 

"Please stop being bipolar," I sit down next to him on the ground, facing the lake.

"I don't try to," he grins and I suddenly get the butterflies I really shouldn't have. The sight of his dimples makes my stomach jump. What the shit is happening? Am I really falling for a rude bad boy that is hiding a dark past? 

"So what brings you here?" I ask and he sighs.

"Uh, sometimes I just need to clear my head so I come here," he looks at me after he shakes his curls.

"Same here," I fiddle with my fingers until I notice Harry's holding a book.

"You read?" I snatch the book from him and he takes it back, clearly embarrassed. 

"No, it's Johnny's," he throws it behind him and I giggle.

"I like to read too." I admit. 

"I don't," he rolls his eyes.

"Can you choose a personality?" I fix the clip in my hair.

"I already have one," he says in annoyance. His voice thicker than usual. Harry needs to learn to pick a mood cause It really bothering me. "It's getting really hot," he wipes his forehead, obviously trying to change the sour subject. 

"Then get in," I pull my knees to my chin and he stands up.

"Uhm," he shakes his hair again.

"I'll go in if you do," I stand up after him and he turns.