Improvement ( Harry Styles AU )

Chapter 3

  (Well guys, I am so so so incredibley sorry for such a late update, i feel soooo bad. So much has been going on lately and if i were to tell you, your jaw would surely drop. I could write a book. But it's here now and i really do hope you enjoy it! THank you for reading, it means a lot!)

                                                                           Kayla’s P.O.V

Well, its 4th period and the day’s been going by sooo slow but the good news is that I think that harry kid finally gave up, thank god. I just can’t deal with that right now… but what I find odd is that I can’t figure him out like most people. For instance, at first sight I thought he was some hard ass “I’m too cool for you” punk guy but then he was all stuttery like a nerd that really wanted to be my friend and now he just skipped a class on his first day. What the fuck? I don’t know, I’m so confused yet intrigued… he seems so interesting. Maybe he’s crazy and just has alternate personalities. Wait, no. I need to stop this. Why I am so damn caught up with this kid, I’ll never know.  All I keep doing is staring at the cock and tapping my foot. “Come on…” I whisper under my breath. There’s about ten minutes left in this god awful class they call Calculus. I mean really. What kind of teacher lectures you for 45 minutes about MATH. 

For the 8th time in about 2 minutes I glace up at the clock above the door. My ears perk up as I realize that the teacher isn’t speaking any longer. I Move my gaze toward him and see that he’s shuffling on his desk, he looks up towards the class and smiles “You’re dismissed, thank you all for staying with me during that intense discussion, I hoped you understand it better! Have a wondrous day.” He spoke excitedly as he grabbed his phone and left the room. I gathered my tattered journal that I’ve been writing in since I was little, I write in it during class so they don’t question me and think that I’m taking notes. I throw it in my messenger bag and make my way out of the school and towards my truck, I’m over school already ... there’s no way I’ll make it through today if I stay. I smile to myself when I see my truck, swiftly open the door and boost myself up and in. I ignite the engines burning fire as I feel the rumble and put it in drive. I plug my phone into the stereo and blast smells like teen spirit by nirvana, god I love my subwoofers.  I pull out of the car park and onto the road easily whilst screaming the lyrics alongside Kurt Cobain. I giggle and look outside at the passing houses; I slow down as I see a rather familiar head of hair looking down while sitting on the swing in the park. I don’t know why, but I pull over and before I know it, I’ve shut off my truck and jumped out of it, making my way toward the young guy. As I approach him, the only sounds I hear are the leaves crackling beneath my boots and a faint sniffling. What th-, my thoughts are cut off by a hushed sob or whimper like sound “P-please leave me b-be… I’ll transfer just d-don’t do it ag-gain” I was taken aback by this, what does he mean? He doesn’t even know who it is, he won’t fucking look up to see.

I cleared my throat and replied, “Uh, harry? What do you mean?” His head snapped up at the sound of my voice. “K-Kayla… what’re you doing here?” He stuttered, yet again. What the actual fuck happened to him? He has somewhat dried blood on his shirt and face and bruises on his arms. My eyebrows furrowed together, is this why he wasn’t in class? He got his ass kicked? Fuck. “No, no, no, no, no, I am the one that gets to ask the questions right now. What the hell happened to you? Who did this?” I demanded. He looked down again and coughed, “I- uh, I don’t feel comfortable revealing this kind of information to you, maybe I didn’t get beat up, maybe I got hit be a car…” he trailed off. I rolled my eyes and shifted my stance, getting closer to him and lifted his head. “Harry that is utter bullshit, I mean, sure that would account for why you look in that state; but why would you be where a car could hit you? You were supposed to be in Calculus! Ugh, fuck, this is all my fault.” I sighed heavily.

He shook his head, “Why would you think that? And W-how did you notice that I wasn’t in Maths? Why are you even here? It’s not like we’re ‘friends’.” He said sadly. I rolled my eyes and spoke up “One, It’s my fault because I know that if I would’ve been there, no one would’ve fucked with you. Two, I noticed that you weren’t in Calculus because you weren’t irritating the hell out of me to be your damn friend. And last but not least, three, I’m here because I left school early cause I couldn’t take it anymore and on my way home I saw you on the swing, alone, and for some ungodly reason, I came to see you. I know we’re not friends; I’m the one that established that.” He slowly pulled himself up, groaning in the process. I looked around the park while he did that, waiting for a response but never receiving one. I turned back to him only to see that he’s not there, but on the sidewalk, walking toward the city. “Harry?!” I yelled getting ready to scold him for blowing me off and walking away, but I noticed something… He doesn’t have a car. He slowly turned, looking at me as an answer. “Do you need a ride?” I spoke, uncomfortably. He quickly looked down and said “N-no… you don’t have to, it’s fine, really.”

I rolled my eyes at his response, once again, giggling slightly to myself. “Trust me, it’s no big deal. Where do you live?” I asked curiously whilst walking back toward my truck, he followed. He tensed a bit at my question, but replied, “A-about two blocks from here. Thank you s-so m-much.”

 I started my car and looked over at him, “Dude, quit stuttering, I’m not that scary.” I ended, giggling slightly at the thought of his uneasiness around me. He looked at me smiling slightly, “No, It’s just…I g-guess you c-can say that I don’t d-d-do well with girls.” He shifted uncomfortably so he was facing the window.

 I chuckled lowly, “Well it sure is good for you that I’m probably the manliest girl ‘round ‘ere. I mean, just talk to me like a bro, I suppose?” I shrugged turning onto a street. Harry laughed out loud at my response, and when I say laughed I mean really laughed. Head had thrown back, dimples were popping out, and hands started clapping, kind of laugh. To be honest, I quite enjoyed hearing that. I pulled my truck over to the side of the road and turned to him, looking at him bewildered. “w-what?” he asked me whilst recovering from his laughing fit. I laughed in response and said, “Um, what was that? And you haven’t really given me an address… unless you plan on coming home with me then…” I trailed off laughing at the thought. He looked like he was in deep thought for a bit then he looked at me and said “Wait, do you like girls? I mean it’s totally fine if you do, I d-don’t judge. And I m-mean I can come over...”  I couldn’t even process what he just asked me. But, once it did, I was in hysterics and clutching my stomach. Oh god, that is rich, I thought to myself. “H-h-harry…” I tried to speak. “You think I’m a lesbian? I m-meant I was a tomboy n-not a dyke!”  I finished as I continued laughing. His jaw dropped and his face flushed, “o-oh dear, I’m sorry…I just- I don’t know love, I’m sorry.” Looking down, defeated, he sighed. I smiled slightly, patting his back, “chill out, I don’t care.” He looked up and smiled at me as we pulled out, onto the street.

 We were driving for about 3 minutes before I cleared my throat and awkwardly spoke up, “Yo, harry? Uh, I’ve kind of just been driving around aimlessly for a couple minutes... Can you like tell me where you live now? Or were you serious about coming over mine?” I slightly coughed a tad at the end and glanced at him quickly adverting my vision back to the open road before me.  I felt him sit up straight immediately, “NO! I was serious… uh- I m-mean if you don’t mind..?” he finished off way more timidly than be began. Woah, what a mood switch, but his negative reaction towards going home sparked my curiosity a bit. What could be his reasoning behind that? You know what? To hell with it… what could go wrong? If I find out a bit about him then maybe I’d know when he’s so desperate for a friend, even if it’s me. I surely wouldn’t want someone like me as a confidant, companion, anything of the sort.

I turned around in someone’s drive way and started on my way home.