Scent of Beginning ( Harry Styles Fan Fic)

Chapter 2 - Bad boy

The bell to first class rang and I felt the lump in my throat grow increasingly big as each second passed by. My breathing shallowed as I felt someone's hot breath fan over my shoulder.

Nervously I attempted to gather all my belonging and shove them in my purse. My hands nervously fumbled all over the place and I dropped my psychology textbook. I eagerly dropped to the floor and reached for my book when our hands made contact.

His warm hand laid gently onto mine. I slid it away to nervously to tug on my hair, I felt his grin burn into me.

He kept his hand in place as if he was frozen in time but only for a few seconds. He reached to grab my book, holding my gaze as he did so. The way he stared at me intently made my head spin. Why was I attracted to him? I barely know him?

We stood up promptly and he eagerly handed me my book with a devilish half smirk. I took the book and began to try and pull myself together. I feel like quite a mess, my god.

" Let's start my tour, shall we?" He winked as he gestures towards the hallway. I hesitated and he grabbed my hand and practically dragged me out of the room.

I tried my best to turn away and he held my gaze. I couldn't budge from his grasp. I took the liberty to examine his tattoos. My favorite so far that was visible was the anchor. I guess he caught me staring longer than I had intended on, and cleared his throat. It snapped me right out of my daze making me blush in the process.

"So I see you've taken notice of my tattoos." He stated blatantly. His accent was becoming mor prominent as each word left his lips. I hadn't fully noticed till now.

"Y-yes" I managed to state inaudibly.

"Do you like?" he questioned so innocently.

All I could do was nod shyly. I felt his playful grin beaming in the corner of my eye. He was beautiful, well beautiful for a guy. I don't think I have ever felt so intrigued but freight at the same instance. I peered up and made contact with his emerald colored eyes. They seemed to glow as he smiled. I began to look away as I felt his hand being placed on my chin and tightly pushing my face back to meet his gaze once again. He pulled his face close, brushing my cheek and breathing by my ear.

"I like what I see" he whispered in a deep raspy voice. He moved my body closer to him and with every breath if could feel his chest rise and fall.

My body went numb as I gasped for air not realizing I held my breath in the first place. He gently let go and allowed me to collect myself. He then grabbed my hand and pulled me along.

I brought him to all the classrooms for the seniors, as well as all the spots we eat and hangout.

He seemed truly interested in what I had to say, even though I know he didn't care about what I was showing him. Since it involved school. I showed him all the stupid little things, my locker, my classes we all the same for him except for our math class.

It was then that I realized I will not be getting away from him after all and I may be becoming fond of this idea...

It was just then that I realized maybe I'm in way too over my head...