How To Save A Life (H.S)

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Kendyl's P.O.V

I had never felt more embarrassed in my life. I was never really put into a position where I would ridicule myself. My parents never let me go into such a situation anyways. But if that was what embarrassment felt like, then I hoped to never feel it again.

Your face feels hot and palms are sweaty. Your heart beats fast, so fast that you may think it might jump out of your chest. You feel like you're being watched by the whole world when it's just one person in reality.

I wanted to run from the room and hide from Harry Styles. All because he read my list, which maybe to other people wouldn't seem like a big deal. Honestly, it was just a piece of paper with numbers and words. But they were practically all my dying wishes. I wanted to start crying because my little safe stash of wishes was out and in his hands.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I was waiting for you and I just sort of looked around. This caught my attention. Interesting title by the way." Harry said holding up the paper. My gaze shifted repeatedly between the paper in his hand and him. Soon, the embarrassment was gone and I felt hot molten fury scorching in my veins.

"I didn't give you permission to touch anything in my room." I said sternly.

"I know that's why I said I'm sorry." He mumbled frowning at me.

'How dare he act as if he didn't do something wrong just now?' I shouted in my mind

"You don't do that to people. You can't just go around looking through their stuff Harry."

"Okay. Geez, Kendyl I said I'm sorry. What else do you want me to say?" He snapped slightly annoyed, as if nobody has ever been on his ass like this.

"I'm sorry for the invasion of your privacy Kendyl." I mumbled narrowing my eyes.

"So I take it you've never had sex with nor kissed a lad before." Harry teased arching an eyebrow at me, ignoring my comment.

"That's none of your business!" I snapped loudly, my face getting all hot from the embarrassment.

"That's nothing to be embarrassed about. It helps me understand you better actually." Harry chuckled waving it off. He went ahead to sit on my bed with the list as if it was no big deal.

"Have you no respect? Can you please stop touching my stuff and get out of my room?" I mumbled moving to get the list out of his hand.

Harry made it difficult by laying himself down on my bed. I nearly climbed onto him but I caught myself placing my hands on either side of his waist. Harry, being an ass, smirked at me because of the angle we were in. I didn't want to acknowledge that it was affecting me, but I could feel how my cheeks heated up. It had never happened to me before.

I was homeschooled, so I didn't have good social skills, especially with boys. The situation was live proof I didn't know what to do. I hated it and I'm not one to use that word lightly. But I did. I hated not knowing what to do. I hated the feeling of being so out of my comfort zone and area of knowledge. It made me feel like I had zero to less control in handling myself.

"Watch your step Kenny." Harry teased me offering a devilish smile. I sucked in my cheeks, with a determination to not let him have the satisfaction that I was reacting.

"Kenny isn't my name." I snapped moving away from him. I stood up straighter crossing my arms over me. It helped me feel like I was more put together.

"Kendyl with a Y is your name, I know." Harry rolled his eyes sitting up on the bed, but not moving to get up.

"I'd like you to leave please. It's late Harry." I tried to use as an excuse to get him to leave.

"That's a sucky list by the way. I'd have higher ambitions if I was you." Harry commented instead of handing me back the paper.