He's Dangerous

Chapter 7

"Hey Rose." I turned in my seat and looked at Harry as we sat in Chemistry class.

"I'm sorry about Friday, Louis was really upset," he said, looking down slightly.

"It's okay, it was a mistake," I said, making Harry's head snap up. He was frowning.

"Really?"

"Yea," I laughed quietly. "Was I supposed to be mad?"

"Yea, kinda," Harry said, smiling at me. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach giving me an almost nervous feeling.

"Well," I cleared my throat. "I'm not, so don't worry about it."

I heard Harry laugh lightly as he shook his head. I couldn't help but wonder what he was laughing at, but I didn't ask him. I didn't want to be annoying, always talking to him so I went back to copying notes off the board in front of me.

"Do you go to football games?"

I smiled and raised an eyebrow, not looking at Harry.

"By that do you mean am I going today," I asked, copying down another line of boring notes I would never use once I graduated.

"Yes," Harry said, I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Yes I am going, are you?"

"I don't go to those things," he said, making me nod and softly say, "Of course you don't."

I should have guessed that one. Harry shifted in his seat beside me as I looked up to catch the last few words on the board.

"But I might just go today," he said making me hand stop moving and my eyes freeze on the word 'air'. I slowly looked at him and saw a smile spread out on his face.

"Cool," I said, trying to act like it didn't make my heart swell. "I'll see you there, I guess."

"Cool," Harry said, tapping his pencil on the table as he smiled at the board.

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"Ange its really cold," I moaned as we walked up and took our seats on the stands that were already filling out. I had a feeling Harry wouldn't come; after all he never comes to these things.

"I know, here's your hot chocolate, drink up," she said, smiling at me. I laughed and looked at the field as the players ran out, grinning widely.

My mind wasn't on the field though, unfortunately it was still on Harry. There's gotta be something wrong with me.

Angelia shivered next to me and wrapped her long sleeves shirt tighter around her, making me laugh.

"Here take my jacket," I said, as I started taking it off. 

"No way! Only in your dreams, you're keeping it," she said, making me feel bad for her.

Someone sat down next to me and I could feel their warmth radiating onto me, making me turn my head and gasp slightly when I saw Harry next to me.

"Hello," he said, grinning.

I smiled and nodded my head. "Hi," I choked out.

"Are you cold, love?"

I watched as Angie looked at Harry and frowned.

"Uhm, I'm fine," she said, turning back to the football game.

"No here, you have goosebumps on your neck, take my jumper," Harry said pulling off his leather jacket and then he took his hoodie off, handing it to Angie with a smile.

"Thank you," she said, smiling back at him slightly. Harry slipped his arms back through his leather jacket and looked down at me, smiling. "No!"

I jumped and turned around, looking at the guy behind us.