London Lights |Harry Styles AU

NINE| Library Encounter

"Tell me, Evelin, why were you acting so dreamy yesterday?" Paige asked as soon as we both took a seat in an unoccupied part of the library. She had been trying to force me to tell her because it was killing her. She would tell me multiple times that she was dying just to know.

I snickered in response. "I thought we weren't supposed to talk in the library, Paige!" I hissed in a whispering voice, possibly hinting her to stop asking me such things.

"We have been best friends since the third grade, you have to tell me!" She ignored my remark and kept on with her determined and hopeless prying.

I shook my head, trying very hard to concentrate on my task. "I am trying to write my thirty-five-page essay on political issues, so it would help if you'd stay quiet," I snapped, continuing to type on my laptop. That seemed to hurt her because a hurtful expression was held on her face as she looked down. 

"Ever since you and your dad went to Sydney, you've been acting so strange..." She mumbled quietly, shaking her head beneath the table. "You keep on distancing yourself from Elena and me," She took out her book on Economic Resources and tried to avoid eye-contact with me. I wanted to apologize or say something to her. Anything to possibly make her talk to me, but nothing would peep out of my mouth. 

Fidgeting in my seat, I wanted to escape the awkward tension between us. Forget about my essay, I had more than four months left. College would start again in a long time from now. I had already finished sixteen pages, and there was no need to rush. Breathing in, I shut down my laptop, carefully placing it in my bag, and looked at the rows of bookshelves behind me. Many genres were labeled, and I wanted to go and grab some for use. Paige still had her eyes on her books, so I slowly crept out of my seat and to where it was labeled, "Classics,"

And as expected, many different classics were arranged. There was mystery, romance, science-fiction, possibly anything! I kept on walking down the aisles, trying to find a book that would satisfy my need.

After moving from book to book, my eyes landed on a very famous classic. 

"Pride and Prejudice," I read.

It was and would always be one of my favorites. I had probably read it over three times, but I would never complain about the number of times I've read it. With a pry smile, I realized that this would be my fourth time reading the book. And I sure was excited. With excitement, I reached for the book, somehow, it wouldn't budge. I tried again, and that was when the book was snatched out of my grip. Through the other side of the shelve, I met a familiar pair of eyes grinning mischievously down at me.

He wasn't much taller than me at all, just probably one or two inches taller.

"Give it back," I gritted my teeth. I tried to sound as much sour as possible.

"Evelin Sanders reads classics and novels, aye?" He teased with a terrible southern accent. What was he trying to do?

"That is none of your business," I muttered bitterly. "Now, hand it to me, I found it first," I ordered, only to see his face disappear from sight.  

Oh no, he did not.

Where did he go?

Suddenly, a few taps on my shoulder made me turn around immediately. 

"I believe... you are looking for this?" He smirked, tilting his head as he displayed the book in his hands tightly. He would forward the book towards me multiple times before snatching it away quickly. "Huh?"

"Just hand it over!" I hissed loud enough for him to hear. "I do not have time to play games with you now," I rolled my eyes, already getting steamed up by his careless actions.

"Games? I mean, isn't this what you are looking for?" He said in a baby voice. "A game to play... with me?" His voice was very tender and I felt shivers every time he pronounced a word.

I stayed silent, not speaking anything. "Geez, I didn't know that you were so obsessed with me..." He teasingly grinned, holding the book under his left arm. I was just about to leave when he leaned towards me, his right hand placed just inches above my head.

"Sanders..." He began, making me close one of my eyes tightly, while I used the other one to squint up at him. "I haven't forgotten about your evil mischief," He smiled.

"And if you think that I am going to let go of you so easily, you are wrong." He threatened. With a pry smile plastered, I decided that I would escape now. When I felt that he was too busy threatening me to take notice, I ducked down, held a tight grip on the book, and escaped for my life. When he realized my plan, it was already too late. I turned back around, managing to keep the book well-maintained just in case.

I stuck my tongue around before mocking the phrase, "Finders keepers, losers weepers!" I then faked tears before continuing to walk. 

"Get back here!" He cried.

"You're not supposed to yell in the library, mister," I politely smiled, waving off a goodbye and walking away. This was always the truth- No matter what would happen, Evelin Sanders would always win, never ever, did she ever tend to lose. 

As I walked back to the table, I realized that I should be careful from now on. Harry could be up to something and try to sabotage me any day. I should be on the lookout all the time.

As soon as I settled down, I also realized that there wasn't any trace of Paige. Her, her books, and her bag were all gone. Only my bag laid on my chair. Paige had vanished out of sight.

A/N:

Two words:

TRUMP. WON.

BYE. 

I AM MOVING TO AUSTRALIA, SO GOODBYE TO MY AMERICAN FELLOWS!