I need a hero (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 3

I finally reached class just before the bell rung.

"Almost late again, Hayden. Be careful," my math teacher, Mrs. Miller, said.

"Sorry," I replied and walked to my seat.

My seat was all the way at the back of the class because we were allowed to pick our own seats. I got the back because the only day that I came really early, was the first day of school.

I sat at my seat, laid my books on my desk and looked around the room. I looked beside me and the smirking face of Lana then looked past her. while looking past the devil herself, I saw Harry writing in his book. He put his pen behind his ear when he finished writing and looked towards me. His green eyes looked into mine and he smiled over to me but I looked away not returning it. I can't fall for his smile, I've done that too many times before. I take one look at a beautiful guy, fall for the smile and they end up crushing me. I have no trust, towards anyone... not even Claire, which is sad.

I don't look over at Harry again during class. I knew he was looking at me. I saw through the corner of my eyes. I started to feel so insecure about myself each second he looked. I know he's judging me, everyone does.

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The 76 minutes of math dragged on for what felt like eternity but it finally ended. I packed up my books into my bag and started heading for the door. I felt someone looking at me but I just kept walking to my next class.

Before whoever was looking at me tried to talk to me, I turned the corner and walked down two flights of stairs to go down to the first floor for my gym class. Gym used to be an amazing class for me but now, now I fucking despise it. My teacher makes me feel like I'm doing worse than I actually am and we do nothing but sports I hate and project. You know what I say? FUCK THAT SHIT.

I don't change in the change room because I don't feel comfortable with myself. So, I walked into the bathroom and quickly walked into a stall. I took off my jeans and slid on my long shorts. I kept my long sleeve on so no one would see my scars. weird that no one has noticed me wearing y long sleeve yet or maybe they have, they just don't care.

I walked into the gym and saw everyone with volleyballs in their hands. I walked over to the volleyball holder and grabbed one. I started to bump it up and it came back down to repeat the process. that was until someone grabbed the ball before it came back to hit my forearms.

I looked over at Harry and he was chuckling. I can't help but think he's laughing at me, so I walked away.

"What's your deal?" he yelled towards me without gathering everyone's attention.

I turned around and looked at his confused face. Boy, if only he knew what my deal was.

"Nothing. I don't have a deal," I replied.

"Well, I'm trying to be nice but you always turn your back towards me. I don't know what I've done to you," he said.

"You've done nothing. I just don't trust easily and I'm not good with friends," I said back, looking at my feet.

"Hayden," he lifted my chin to look at him. "I wouldn't hurt you,"

"That's what everyone says," I smiled sadly.

Before he could respond my teacher blew the whistle and called us in. I started walked away until Harry pulled my arm making me face him.

"I won't hurt you," he repeated himself.

I looked at him intently to see the lies appear but they didn't. I want to believe him but I can't, everyone leaves. everyone who says 'I'd never hurt you, Hayden' was fucking lying and I know Harry might and probably is as well. I looked at the ground and took my hand from him and turned my back to him once again.

"Sorry," I said and walked away.

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The rest of the day was boring as fuck and I was glad that I could finally go home. Thank The Lord that it's friday, I don't think I could've handled another day of school.

Today had been better than expected but still hell. I pushed through the front doors of the school and quickly walked to my car. I found it where I had parked it and hopped into it safely.

Instead of going home, I wanted to go to the mall with Claire. I grabbed my shitty phone and sent a text telling Claire I'd be there in 15 to go to the mall and she happily agreed.

Exactly 15 minutes later I pulled into her driveway and she was already out the front door. She walked over to my car and jumped into the passenger seat. She was wear a pair of cream coloured jeans, a crop top that showed a bit of her belly ring and she wore tall heeled boots. I usually hate tall heeled boots but Claire, she can totally pull them off.

Before I knew it we were pulling out if we driveway and towards the mall. Claire was texting the whole ride without even talking until we finally got there. I parked my car, climbed out and started to walk with Claire. She's so fucking skinny and beautiful, I feel like a troll standing beside her. Then again, I feel like a troll standing beside anyone.

"So, you and the new kid, huh?" Claire nudged me.

"Who?"

"The curly haired one with the tattoos and piercings. He's so fucking hot," she drooled over Harry.

"Yeah, I guess," I looked away.

I don't know what to say. He's very hot, but I don't want to be telling people that I think he's extremely attractive just for them to go tell him.

"What do you mean you guess? You obviously think he's hot! You love tattoos and piercing, your eyebrow and belly ring says so," she winks.

"Okay, okay. I admit, he's attractive, happy?" I admit.

"Who's attractive?" a familiar voice says from behind me.

Fuck.

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