Different.//Harry Styles

Chapter Three [3]

Chapter [3]

"Run, Styles." 

And so he did, Harry took off as if his life depended on it, right when those two words escaped my lips. 

I took off after him, shoving and shooing other students roaming campus out of my way, I even leaped over a bench, just barely, though. 

I started to gain on his heels, and I was probably sweating since I'm panting more than a dog. But none the less, I didn't stop. 

That is, until I crashed into a rough chest, yelping as I flew onto the ground because of the impact. 

"Oh! I'm so sorry," An Irish accent spoke, offering a hand to help me up. 

My eyes traveled up the firm hand, and into sparkling blue eyes. 

"No, it's okay, it was my fault," I quickly apologize as he helped me up, and dusted my bottom off. 

I watched as his thick hair danced with the wind, he has lightest blonde hair with dark roots that compliment his blue eyes. 

"I'm Niall Horan," He introduced himself and just as he held out his hand for a shake, someone else barges into our conversation. I sigh softly under my breath and a small frown takes over Niall's face, but is quickly replaced with a grin when he sees who did, and of course, Harry. 

"Harry! Lad!" Niall greets, as they both exchanged that "bro handshake" thing, which I'll never understand. So I just stood there, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. They know each other? Since when? And how? Was Niall one of the 'four' or 'five' guys my friends were talking about? 

"Niall, hey," Harry says as he looks towards my direction. I give him a confused look, and he shrugs slightly. 

"You two know each other?" I asked puzzled, but only slightly. 

"For a while now, we just transferred, yeah Harry?" Niall responds, a toothy grin on his face. Harry shrugs and nods, his jade eyes scanning around the campus. 

"Looking for something?" I quizzed towards Harry. 

Harry only shook his head, "Rather someone. Niall, we better get going." He rushed his words, and I sent a quick sympathetic smile towards Niall, mouthing that we'll talk later as Harry drags me beside him, once again. Is this something I should get used to?

Once we stop, we're behind the main building. 

Harry scans around once more, before speaking.

"I want you to stay away from them." He demands, avoiding eye contact. 

"Uh? Why? Who's "them" anyways?" I interrogate, getting annoyed. Who does he think he is? We literally just met, he can't control who I hang out with. Niall seems nice enough, but who's the other guys' he speaks of? 

"All of them, just keep away from them, they're nothing but bad news." He voices coldly, and I look into his emotionless eyes. 

"Oh yeah? Well what makes you any different from them?" I challenge, raising a brow. 

His eyes only hold one emotion. 

Anger. 

"You know what? Fine. Fucking fine, do whatever it is you want, I don't care. I regret even speaking to you, poking you in the side with that damn pencil," He nearly shouts, hostility laced in his tone, and proven in his dark eyes, then he reached into his front pocket, pulling out that same pencil, and snapping it, tossing it onto the ground. He continued, stepping closer to me as my eyes begun to sting, "Go be their friends, go be Niall's friend, but I'll have you know, I know what they do. They'll manipulate you into thinking you are "friends", they will make you fall in love with them, and just when you think you have it all, you don't. I've seen them do it girls way too many times, and I'm not gonna sit back and watch it fucking replay."