The Last Race -H.S-

Chapter 67.

Aidan's p.o.v

Noelle is pouting and holding her head down, as Harry is holding her wrist with a stern expression. God what is this?

"What-" before I can finish she interrupts me.

"I'm in trouble." She huffs.

"What'd you do?"

Noelle glances up at Harry, but he looks at her with the same face.

"Go ahead, tell her."

"I skipped one of my classes."

"Harry you skip al-" I'm interrupted again.

"Tell her why."

"So I can be with Zayn." She finishes, still holding her head down.

This is ridiculous. "I've skipped class to be with you before."

"but she never skips. Ever."

"She's not your child."

"I know, but I'm older than her!"

"By four months." Noelle speaks up.

"You. be quiet." He raises the hand he had by the wrist and covers her mouth with it.

"Sorry." Her apology is muffled.

"Anyways, I need you to watch her."

"Harry." I laugh. "I'm not more responsible than she is!?"

"I don't care." He hands me her wrist and I grab it, raising an eyebrow.

"Be good."

"I'm not bad!" Noelle shakes her head.

"Watch her." Harry tells me once again. "I'll be back."

As soon as he disappears down the hallway, I let go of her hands. Noelle thanks me before she leans against the locker. I don't think I'll ever began to understand why Harry acts like this with her. He hasn't been like that until the Zayn thing. Maybe it's because he might love his 'younger' sister, and doesn't know what that's like.

If he didn't, he wouldn't care about her getting hurt.

"At least he.....cares about you." I suggest, standing beside her.

"He hasn't before." She crosses her arms. "So, why when I have fun!"

"Okay. Well, maybe he has cared about you before, but nothing ever happened?"

"Why doesn't he want me to like Zayn?"

"because Zayn's a player. As you can tell, and Harry doesn't want you to get hurt."

"He was one when he started dating you!-"

"I-I- you're right." I nod. "Maybe he'll change for you."

Noelle shrugs.

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"There aren't any stools around here." Allison sighs, standing on the bench.

"It's too high." I frown, looking up at the shelves.

"The bench is too far."

"Why don't they have any stool!" I huff.

"because all the guys are tall enough."

"That." I grunt, jumping on my tiptoes to put the shoes on the shelves. "Isn't fair."

"Wait how about this." Allison proposes an idea. "You get on my shoulder since you're smaller, and we'll do it."

I raise an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"