Two Opposites

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Harry's P.O.V

"No. Actually, I'm here to make a deal."

I pushed my weight onto my right leg and crossed my arms over my chest. His eyes were serious, his expression solemn.

I lasted about 4 seconds before breaking into laughter. His features remained sober of any emotions except for his perplexed eyes, watching me laugh.

"Wait- your not joking?" I asked through chuckles. He answered with the same confused look as before.

"You actually believe I'm going to make a DEAL, with YOU." Saying it aloud was almost as funny as him suggesting it, but I managed to control myself.

He flashed a sly crooked smile and looked up at me.

"I don't 'believe' things , I only know." He replied cockily.

"Alright," I took a step towards him.

"Educate me. What makes you think-"

"Know" he corrected me.

"Sorry. How do you KNOW that I'm going to make this deal with you?"

He smiled again before stepping slightly to the left uncovering the scene behind him.

James and Niall stand a few houses away on her porch. He's leaning against the door frame while she's nodding at something he's saying.

I've seen that look before, enough times to recognize it. Sometimes on TV or in couples on the street. But mainly, I know that look because she used to look at me that way.

My blood boils as he begins again.

"Your going to agree with me because this deal isn't about you, Harry,"

I adjusted my gaze away from her porch.

"It's about her."

***

Jamie's P.O.V

'I don't give a shit anyways'

It bounced around in my skull just as a figure approached the door.

"Harry I told you to leave." I said reaching for the door handle and pulling it forward.

"What?" Niall asks, his book bag slung over one shoulder.

"Nothing again, sorry." I say.

"Talking to yourself?"

"Must've been." I answer while adjusting my t shirt.

I look up at his blue eyes as he smiles innocently; friendly.

"Ready to go?" I ask, expecting him to move out of the door way he was currently blocking.

"Yeah... Hey listen." He sighs, leaning against my door frame.

"Oh Jesus." I whisper impulsively.

"What?"

"Just talking to myself." I cover.

"Yeah, we really gotta fix that. Anyways..."

I resist the urge to roll my eyes and push past him. Instead I put on my best fake smile and try to sound interested. I enjoyed being with Niall, but after what had just happened with Harry I really wasn't in the mood for chatter.

"I know we just met, and this is kinda crazy since we've only talked like twice-"

"3 times" I say.

"Yah 3 times and you probably hate my brother, which is okay cuz I hate him too but-"

I laugh at the rushed tone and nervousness to his voice.

"Where are you going with this Horan?" I ask smiling.

"We should talk more. Like after school or something."

I nod my head a bit.

"Yeah, yeah that sounds good."

"Great, so ill see you after school today right?"

"Woah slow down there." I laugh.

"Who do you thinks gonna drive you home?" He asks cheekily.

He must notice me stop mid sentence, as he points a finger at me and tilts his head.

"Gotcha there, didnt I?" He says.

"I can always call Harry to pick me up you know..."

That was a lie. I'd just screamed at him and he'd said he doesn't care, there was no way he was picking me up.

"You could, but I think we both know who you'd rather ride with." He says smugly, showing a wide half smile.

I turned my head down to the floor so he couldn't see the burning in my cheeks.

He was half right; he probably thought he knew who id prefer it to be.

But me on the other hand, I had no friggin clue.

(Haha Abby I'm ruining your otp oooops)