Twist (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 8.

ONE WEEK LATER:

Charlotte's POV:

I've been trying to keep a comfortable distance from Harry, but it was pretty hard because he was catching onto my distant behavior. Not that I don't enjoy him, I just don't want to get too close. Okay, I wanted to, but I couldn't.

My thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Coleman.

"Alright everyone," She began. "I'm just going to take attendance and everyone can study their notes for today."

I don't know why she gives us study days, no one is going to study.

I pulled out my blue notebook and began to doodle when Harry say down next to me, out of breath.

"Sorry," He stammered. "I was..practicing and..lost track of time." I could tell he was tired, so I have him my bottled water.

I didn't write anything in response.

"Are you okay?" He asked and I nodded, going back to my doodling.

"So, are you ready for Kenlee's party tomorrow?" He asked me and I just shrugged.

"Okay," He began. "What's up with you? You seem, different." He sounded slightly irritated.

"Nothing..I'm fine." I wrote, trying to look convincing.

"I don't think you are. I mean, you haven't answered any of my texts in the past two weeks and you barely talk to me otherwise." Now I knew he was catching on.

"I'm fine. I just have a lot on my mind." I have no idea how many times I've used this excuse.

"You say that every time, Charlotte. Look, if I said or did anything then I'm sorry but I don't like it when you don't talk to me." I could here the slight sadness in his voice, it broke my heart.

I noticed that people had started to eavesdrop.

"Let's go in the hallway, people obviously don't know how to keep their noses out of our business." Harry loudly stated, meaning for the eavesdroppers to hear him.

We stood up and asked if we could be excused. Mrs. Coleman gave him a nod and as we exited the room, we heard several suggestive remarks from the males in the room.

"Harry, it's not you. I promise." I wrote once we were out of the room. I didn't want him to feel guilty.

"Then what is it? You know you can tell me." He said loudly, the irritation back in his voice.

"I really can't. Not right now." I wrote.

"Damn it, Charlotte!" He yelled, slamming his hand on the wall. "If something's bothering me, then just tell me! You know I could help you and you're shutting me out for God knows what reason!" I stood silent, a tear rolling down my cheek.

I opened my mouth, almost as if to speak and his jaw softened, but nothing came out. I watched him shake his head and walk back into the classroom as I slumped against the wall and cried.

(A/N: Hope you guys liked this chapter! You'll definitely like the next couple ;) -Shelby)