Tracks (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter Five

The whole day seemed to fly by. After Chemistry, I had Psychology and Advanced Algebra with Trig. My last class was Body Functions and Muscle Development and started in about 15 minutes. Throughout all my classes I seemed to make a few friends here and there. None of them seemed to really stick to me like Candice did, but a group of us from my Psychology class did make plans to go out to dinner tomorrow. As I finished my lunch, I got up to throw away my trash, when someone slammed into me, hard. It caused me to fall backwards and nearly hit my head on the table behind me, my trash going in all different directions.

“What the hell man?!” I looked around for whoever slammed into me and my eyes landed on a mop of curly hair.

“I am so sorry!” Harry reached out to help me up and I hesitantly took his hand, afraid that he would drop me or somehow further my embarrassment, but he didn’t. He helped me up and kept saying that he was sorry.

“It’s really okay. You have a hell of a hit though. I can’t remember the last time someone actually knocked me on my ass.” I was trying to make him feel better since he actually seemed upset that he ran into me.

“Okay, if you’re sure.” He’s green eyes seemed to lighten when I said I was okay.

“You’re Ali right?”

“Yeah, Taylor’s roommate.”

“Well we haven’t been properly introduced, I’m Harry.” He stuck out his hand and we did this awkward type of hand shake.

“Um yeah, you are.” I couldn’t get the name Sexy Styles out of my head and tried not to giggle. “Well it was awesome chatting but I have to get to class.” He seemed like he was actually nice, but he must have some damage if he chose to date Queen Bitch, so I figured it was better if I just distanced myself. I wasn’t one to associate myself with people I thought could fuck me over.

I started to walk away but he decided to walk with me. “What class?”

Was this kid serious? “Won’t your little popular group say something if you’re seen with me?” I really wasn’t trying to be a bitch, but seriously. He’s Harry Styles, popular guy. And I’m Alison Herold, new girl with the freaky white hair.

“Actually they probably would. Quiet a few of them want to get with you.” I nearly choked on air.

“You can not be serious.”

“Sadly I am, you’re the girl everyone wants to understand. Maybe even fuck here and there.” Whoa, where did this Harry come from? His eyes even seemed to get a little darker.

“I.. um..” I really had no idea how to respond.

“So what class did you say you were going to?”

“Ummm..” What just happened? “Body Functions and Muscle Development.”

“Oh cool! Same here.” A just as quick as he had appeared, whatever dark Harry had just shown himself was gone. What the hell?

Me and Harry got into the class and people instantly started saying hi to him and giving him high fives. I say one girl from my psychology class and waved to her. There were only two seats left directly in the back of the class.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.” I muttered to myself. Harry situated himself in one of the empty seats and tapped the other one motioning for me to sit down. I blew air out of my mouth as I stocked over to what was now my seat and slumped down into the chair, trying to ignore Harry.

“So where are you from?” I heard Harry ask me as the teacher introduced himself as Dr. Lorn or Dr. Porn or some shit like that. The thought of his name being Dr. Porn made me giggle under my breath.

“What’s so funny over there snowflake?” I scowled at him and looked away, straining to listen to whatever the professor was saying.

“You know I actually do like your hair. Its… different.” I turned my body so it was facing him, and looked directly at him. He kind of backed away like he was trying get away from my stare.

“Look, I don’t know what’s your deal, but your girlfriend hates me, yet you keep trying to spark up a conversation. So if you’re gonna be sarcastic and a dick like her, then you can fuck off.” I don’t know where my outburst came from, but it got the attention of a few students around us and that seemed to make Harry uncomfortable.

“Look just calm down okay let me explain.”

“No!” I screamed a little louder than expected and distracted the professor.

“Young lady, do you have something you would like to share?” I rolled my eyes and when I was about to make a smart ass comment back when Harry grabbed my arm and yanked me out of my seat.

“No sir, no problem here. My friend needs to see the nurse though. I’ll escort her.” Harry answered for me and the professor seemed to buy it.

“Well okay. Hurry back Mr. Styles.” And with that, he went back to his lector.

“What the hell?” I was about to go off on Harry, when he whispered roughly in my ear.

“Just grab your shit and let’s go.” The tone he used told me to not only listen, but kind of turned me on. I grabbed my backpack and followed him out of the classroom as people gave us curious looks.

When we made it outside, Harry leaned on the wall and pulled out a cigarette. I just waited till he said something.

“You want one?” He held out the cigarettes to me and an internal battle began inside me. It had been almost 4 months since I had a cigarette. I wasn’t trying to quit or anything. Just helped the process. But one the other hand, I really wanted a fucking cigarette.

“Yeah thanks.” I took one and lit it, inhaling the tangy taste of smoke. I felt my lungs expand in a way they hadn’t for months, and with Harry, it felt so… normal.

“So… are you finished screaming at me and calling me names?” He took a puff of his cigarette and looked at me, not in an accusing way, but almost understanding.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Good. So let me start with the fact that I do actually like your hair.” He looked like he was waiting for me to respond.

“Thanks. I like yours too.” It sounded cheesy but it was true. I caught myself staring at him and forced myself to look away. How old was I? Get your shit together Ali.

“So do you want to get coffee or something? I really don’t want to go back to class.”

I mulled it over in my head. How I saw it, I could either go with him and try to be his friend, or walk away right now and probably save myself a shit ton of trouble….

“Coffee sounds great.”