Knight in Black Armour (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4

Harry’s POV

“Nika, come back, Nika!” Mr Tulloch called while he waved his arm out the doorway. I rolled my eyes, feeling physically sick to my stomach at what had just happened. Mr Tulloch came back in shaking his head and sighing. “I can’t believe she thought I was serious. As if I’d let you guys hear a phone call.” He scoffed and the room erupted into laughter.

“I can’t believe she fell for it! Did you see her face?” Brazil screeched with joy. I was disgusted, how could Mr Tulloch be so cruel and use her family in a sick joke like that? Obviously he knows something about her family situation that we don’t, but after that it seems that whatever is going on in her life is pretty devastating. I looked down at my open sketch book; Nika’s smiling face peering up at me and I cringed. At least now I know her name. Nika, of course it was Nika, it’s perfect. Angrily I slammed my book closed and shot up from my seat before stalking down the steps and out the door, disregarding the confused and curious glances I received on my way out. Waves of rage rolled across my shoulders while I took deep breaths. Surely she had come this way, I thought to myself as I neared the stairwell. I stopped dead on the second flight of stairs as my eyes landed on multiple books and loose paper scattered all around the platform. These must be Nika’s, I thought. I knelt down and picked them up, holding them carefully in my arms. My eyes then spotted a black book lying open beside the wall. I stood and took a few steps toward it only to almost drop Nika’s things when I recognised the shaded image on the page. I bent down and outstretched my hand, fingertips grazing the drawing. It was me; at least it looked a hell of a lot like me. The date in the top right hand corner read ‘September 15th’. That was only a few days ago. I closed it, careful not to over-smudge the picture and placed it on top of her other books before taking the stairs two at a time to find her.

I dashed outside and my eyes scanned the paths leading around the building; nothing. I started for the car park, quickly stopping and straining my ears trying to hear the muffled sobs I thought I may have hallucinated a second ago. I searched the area and spotted Nika’s dark waves before they disappeared and I heard her car door slam shut. I stalked over there, my stomach doing flips at the realisation that I was actually going to speak to her for the first time. I peered through the window; Nika’s forehead was resting on the steering wheel with her hands either side of her face, her knuckles white from gripping the leather too hard. I watched carefully as her body shook and I sighed heavily, sympathy and guilt washing over me. I tapped lightly on the glass and took a small step back. She looked up at me as the car door slowly opened. I took in her appearance, tear-stained red cheeks, swollen lips, watery eyes and trembling hands. The look of confusion on her face snapped me out of my observation and I awkwardly cleared my throat.

“You’re not going to drive like that are you?” I asked, mentally punching myself for being so inconsiderate. I mean she was obviously upset and I didn’t even ask her if she was alright. She responded though, regardless of my rude question.

“I was.” Her voice was hoarse and strangled from crying and my heart swelled with even more guilt, knowing that she was in so much pain for literally no reason.

“You can’t drive like that; it’s just like driving in the rain without the windscreen wipers on, it’s dangerous.” I told her stepping forward. Her small hands swiped the remaining tears off her cheeks and a small half-hearted smile tugged at her lips. How could she be smiling right now?

“That’s an interesting analogy, thank you for your concern but I’ll be ok. I’m going to visit the hospital my sister has been transferred to.” She stated simply. My jaw clenched and I inwardly groaned. She went to turn and close her door on me but I reached out and gripped the frame. She looked up at me with wide eyes, confused at the obstruction.