Torn (harry styles)

17- Our Bench

"Well I'm not, I just came to get this." I felt myself going redder and held up the quiche.
"You don't live anywhere near here, so I just think it's sort of creepy..." He mumbled. Ugh. I hate this so much, why can't things be different? Why can't I have just never met Harry. Why is it after every bad thing he does to me I just forget it straight away and then he goes and does a similar thing all over again?!

"I'm not stalking you Harry, don't be so bigheaded." I sudden burst of anger/confidence took over me. I'm not going to let this dickhead walk all over me-no matter how much I like him.
"Now if you don't mind, I'm going to eat this quiche which I came here to get. So fuck off back to your little bakery okay?"

I feel bad, really bad. But at the same time it feels good to get him back a little bit for everything he's done to me... He does deserve it. I just can't help but feel bad when I see the upset look on his face.

"Better than talking to you." He licked his lips and gave me an evil glare before sauntering back inside. Well.. That hurts. I know what I said to him wasn't very nice, but it's like his words are stabbing me. I hate it when he's mean, it really does get to me. It shouldn't; but it does. And I can't help that.

I walked slowly down the road, nibbling on my quiche. It's good quiche... I wonder if Harry made it? I wonder if he's a good cook?
No Skye, stop it.

It's like everything I think always drifts back to him, why can't I get him out of my head?

When I got home I went straight to bed, back to bed I mean. I didn't even talk to my mum which is unlike me but I just don't feel like it. Harry is such a mood killer.
After lying in bed for about an hour listening to music, and not being able to sleep; I decided to do some history revision. Seems as I don't get much work done in class thanks to Harry, I ought to at least try and keep up a bit.

Homework has never been my thing, I hate school. I'm not that straight A perfect student which my mum deserves. Or dad, if he was still around. It annoys me that I can't be good at everything, my mum tries to comfort me by saying 'no ones good at everything' but that doesn't help because I know a few girls who are perfect at everything accept being nice.

The next day I stayed at home, with mum. We talked about our past memories. All the amazing ones we had together before she got ill. She even cried, I don't know what to think really. It was all weird and she seemed different. I think she's just disappointed in me, I get the feeling she always wanted a boy... What else could it be?

When I awoke Monday morning, I felt drained. Harry is rotting away at my sleep as well.
I decide to wear tight high wasted black jeans, a tight Aztec print top and a denim jacket. I put my hair in a loose fishtail braid, and put on some powder and mascara. I don't look too bad today, I guess.

Once I got to college, I walked into my maths class. Niall was already there... Smiling at me. Niall's sweet, he's a good friend to have.

"Hello Skye" he smiled. I walked over and took the seat next to him.
"Hey." I returned the smile.
"You look nice today." He looked at the table. Okay...
"Thankyou" I giggled, this is a bit awkward.
"How was the hangover?" He chuckled. Phew.
"Not too bad actually, I drank some water before bed." I shrugged.
"Did Harry walk you home?"
"Erm I think so." I said casually, as images of the kiss blinked in my memory.
"Did he try anything with you?" Niall looked concerned.
"No, no. Why?" I defended, I wouldn't exactly say he tried something. I mean, yeah we kissed but I wanted to...

"Just checking, you know how Harry can be." He bit his lip in the corner. No, how can he be? Because to be honest I'm not sure anymore. Also, this is a perfect opportunity to learn more about Harry.
"No, tell me?"
"With the ladies, he's quite forward... You know?"
"Not really, what ladies?" I didn't mean to sound too desperate but I'm keen to know this.
"You want their names? Woah, there's a few lets say... I'd say him and Sophie get together quite a lot?"
My heart sank, I hate thinking of Harry with other girls. I know that sounds crazy. Me and Harry don't have anything. That was just a kiss, and he's a womanizer.
"What are him and Sophie like going out?" I gulped, I have to know.
"No no no, definitely not! Harry would never go there. He's a lad, 100%. The thought of him with a girlfriend is just hilarious!" Niall laughed. Well great. Wait, why do I care? It's not like me and Harry would ever come close to going out... Ew...

"Oh ahaha" I tried to sound as light hearted as I could. But my laugh sounded just as heavy as my heart actually was.
"Why? Do you like him or something?" Niall questioned, looking at me quizzically.
"Oh god no!" I quickly defended.

The rest of the lessons zoomed by, but of course- it was history last. Great. Harry will be there. In some ways that made me excited but in others I was dreading it.

When I walked through the door, my eyes immediately attached with Harry's. He makes me melt, I can't deal with this. When I sat down, he took his eyes off me. Thankfully/annoyingly, Harry said nothing to me throughout the entire lesson. Which is weird, I was expecting some kind of abuse or better... An apology? Nah, of course not. He's probably busy forgetting who I am.

"Skye?" Mr. Arthur's called out just before the bell went. Why does he want me? I walked hesitantly over to his desk.
"Yeah?"
"Are you getting your work done at the back there?" He asked.
"Yes sir, I am." I smiled. Thank god I did that revision yesterday incase he checks my notebook.

I walked back to my seat and Harry looked me up and down before giving me a very small smile. Well at least the corners of his mouth twitched a bit, I wouldn't exactly call it a smile. Next thing I knew he got up and walked out, just before the bell. Wow, he really is keen not to be around me.

When I got home, Mr Arthur's voice rang in my head. I really aren't getting much work done. It doesn't stupid, but it don't want F's in this subject. Maybe I should be paying more attention... Doing more work. Yes I did take some notes the other day but I really need to knuckle down and be a nerd for the evening. History is my worse subject.

I took out my notebooks and laptop. When I opened up the note book and flicked through the empty pages, something caught my eye.

'Meet me at our bench at 7pm, H x'

A note from Harry, telling me to meet him? I'm so confused, I don't know what to think. Yes of course I will go! It's a shame how he can just tell me what to do and I'll do it. But I'm not exactly going to say no. What's even more cute is that he called it 'our bench' that's the sweetest thing, I love it. Me and Harry's bench! I can't wait, yet I feel weirdly nervous... Why does he want me to meet him?