Playing the Player (Harry styles)

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Rosie. 

We marched back towards the class quietly as Harry had already been pissed by my ' Girlfriend ' comment. Surely, it had something to do which was clearly very deep regarding him. I had to dig in and  find out about it. Well for now it was enough scene for my students. I held my head up in pride and elation as we entered the class awkwardly. The kids had already taken their seat, horror and confusion was obviously written on their faces. Sighing I cleared my throat gaining their attention. 

"Evening kids.." I chimed smiling as my feet made it's way towards the board. I turned around to face them as Harry quietly leaned on the door frame tugging his hands emotionless. I somehow felt bad for him, I actually had no right to jag him up sure he had relation problems which couldn't be overlooked but the pain in his eyes were real. His face suddenly fell gloomy as he stared at the ground aimlessly, moreover in a vague manner. I felt sorry for him.  

I shifted my gaze again focusing on children when something that caught my attention. A paper slip kept on their desks. My brows raked together as curiosity took the best of me "What are those?" 

I pointed my index finger towards the white sheet. Their eyes almost immediately fell over the white paper placed on the desks. A smile materialized on their faces as one of them looked up again staring at me. The boy was none but Max. He chuckled lightly as he grabbed the sheet and started walking towards me. 

I bent down smiling to meet his height as he hugged me, our ritual. "What is it?" I interrogated patiently. He sighed and handed me the paper which contained a.... drawing. 

My left brow hitched up as I studied the figures. It was of a girl.

Tall a bit, hair reaching her waist. She wore simple clothes, as far as I could make out she wore a skirt which hit her knees and a matching blouse. The colors weren't clear but she held hands with a small boy, obviously shorter than her. He had dusty brown hair and wore jeans with a blue t-shirt. The drawing was evidently unclear but the creativity and imagination peeked with every stroke. 

And then it hit me. 

He drew us. 

"-M.. Max?" I whispered softly, my voice nearly audible to myself. I was so shocked that I  almost dropped it.To my response, he smiled sweetly as he embraced me in a warm hug. His small hands swung at my back patting it lightly. I was just too spell bound to say or even move. 

Silence prevailed in the room as he pulled me back.

"I'm sorry .. it's not that good.. " He explained pouting. I frowned as I quickly countered back

"- No that's beautiful Max.. you're drawing's just...." I shook my head. I couldn't find the right words to convey to his talent. He was a kid, obviously his drawing wasn't like of those Pablo Picaso's , I was past caring now. All that mattered to me at the moment was him.  

Standing hastily as I continued "Did every one made something or ...?" 

"Yes.." they all harmonized together flashing bright smiles illuminating their little faces. Their legs quickly came to motion as they jogged , circling me in a group. 

"Oh my god.. that's so pretty Mel... And and that's you're mom? Oh yes she's so gorgeous..!.. And George... you made a.. a flower? .. A Rose?. Oh my.. that's so sweet..!"  My eyes flickered from one work to another. Different figures, meaning, imagination, creativity.The figures weren't absolutely clear but like a chicken scratch, tho... for me they were magnificently marvelous. Something which was very rare to see.  I felt something stinging behind the eyes. Tears. Yes they were real. I was crying, why I din't knew.. maybe I was overjoyed. To see them actually what they made. We have to break our backs to do stuff like this, but why did they made these? They din't even etched the paper without my permission.. not that I was very strict with them.. but they liked to respect my choices.

Hoisting my features together I almost blurt out " Why did you made these? "

Uncanny silence filled the room as a husky voice interloped composing my eyes to sprout wider second by second as I retrieve it.

" Because I told them to do so..."

 My body instantly lifted up as my eyes flashed towards Harry. He had his fists shoved in pockets as a slight smile, unfolded his lips. The first time I've ever seen him smile, unlike his usual cocky smirks. His frame of mind changed instantly in a click. Seconds ago he pursued like he were going to rack someones heart out and now..... now he all looked tranquil and peaceful. His feet dragged slowly and freely as he made his way.

"-Y-You? " 

"Yes flower.. I told them.." He smiled. I was too enthralled with this, furthermore spellbound. My brain's mechanism just blacked out. I thought I had figured him out.... but yet he was so much more than expected. He came more closer, closer even to feel our breathes. Stars beamed before my eyes. I was confused enough to even stand myself but his presence somehow made me grip the floor. His aroma was different than suspected , it was totally different. He wasn't something he showed, what he wanted to be. And then a question titillated my mind.

Who is he?

His plump lips pressed in a straight line as his dimples emerged, emerald eyes turned to a light shade of jade as they bore my skin making my cheeks tiny deep red. He veered in further as his hot breath hit my face. 

"-H- Harry.. K-kid..s "I trailed peeling my gaze from his. I couldn't stare him, they were too peril and moreover, he forgot his surroundings. I could hear children stifle their laughs and giggles. My cheeks glowed deep crimson. I looked back only to meet his face.Even Harry did tried to curb his stupid smirk. He knew I would react this way, he knew I wasn't strong enough before him. And then I put everything into pieces.  I knew it, he just wanted to humiliate me in front of everyone. Suddenly the tears of happiness took a turn. I wasn't happy anymore.. I was disgraced, embarrassed. And all because of him.Why did he just-?  How could I have even thought something favorable about him. He was nothing. The tears prickled my eyes clumsily as badly as I wanted to batter out. 

"I hate you." 

"Rosie?" 

"Go to hell..." I breathed out. My clammy hands turned to tight fist as I clenched my jaw. Frightened gasps escaped from the children's parted lips. I knew I was making a scene.. but I just couldn't stop. I din't knew what to do with a guy like Harry. He couldn't careless and that was obvious. 

"Rosie.. I'm sorry.. I din't mean-"

"Shut up. Just shut..I know what all you mean and do... all you do is just hurt people, Harry just hurt them.. You don't care about anyone's feelings."

And with that I dropped the bombshell on him. His jaw dropped as his eyes looked hurt. He was struck dumb as tears rolled down my tingling cheeks.The shine in his gleaming eyes set off. I knew it hit him hard. And in someway I was happy about it. He'll reap what he'll sow and maybe no one till now told him that. Maybe it was in my destiny to make him believe that he wasn't the only person on this whole planet to control every damn thing. 

I was content. 

Third Person. 

And with that Rosie dropped the bombshell in Harry. Harry just almost immediately lost his breathe. He didn't know what to do. He din't mean to hurt Rosie in any way. He stood there dumb struck as he watched tears roll down Rosie's cheek.He wanted her to stop, to stop her tears.. to make her comfortable. But he couldn't.. he was just too dumb stuck or wasn't courageous enough. He was frustrated. Every one blamed him for what he was, what he did... his wrong doings were always the hot topic. 

But none knew the reason behind it. 

Accusation was always easy for paparazzi, but none tried the reason. His point of view. They knew what he's in the present but not what he has been through. How much he suffered. And how much his life hurt him. How he kept it together through all these years.

But why din't he just speak up? He din't speak up because he was afraid to bring his dark past again. He din't wanted to recall it. He was just too fragile for it no matter how brave he acted outside.... inside he was just another broken , lonely, crying and discontent soul. It was all because he built his walls too strong for others to get inside them. No one could crave in and bring out the real Harry.

But who knew... who knew this one girl, Rosie Winters, might just break of his wall and set him free.