The Art Student (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter 17:

Harry's POV:

         Our faces were so close, I could smell her sweet perfume and her minty breath, but we had to turn our head towards the cruel voice. Why must everything good in my life be taken from me? The beautiful girl standing in front of me caught sight of Bruce just as I did. By the look on his face, he was clearly pissed off. Bruce took a step closer to us and quickly pushed on our chests so that we were farther apart and he was standing in-between us. What is his problem? Oh right, he's a male teenager with anger problems and probably more testosterone than he can handle. I am undeniably afraid of Bruce, however I am not about to let him push her around, physically or emotionally. "Knock it off." I said in a soft voice, that was actually a very brave voice for me. I could feel my cheeks turn red and hot as I realized the possibilities of what he may do to me for what I had just said to him. I try and make it seem like I'm not intimidated at all by him though, I know that I need to start acting stronger, for her.

        She is soon at my side and lightly pulling on my arm as I stand my ground in front of Bruce. "It's not a big deal Harry. Let's just go." She lightly whispers for just me to hear. Her voice and touch gives me chills. Never in my life did I think she would be talking to me let alone, kiss me, touch me, let me sleep in her bed with her, and save me from my horrible father. I love her, I really do. I used to say that I loved her all of the time, but it was different. Now I have a reason, a real reason and I really do. I really do love her. "Just leave it, Harry. Come on. Walk away, let's just go." She continued to whisper. I don't know why she's being so consistent about this. She should know that, I'm not a fighter in the least. After all that has happened to me and all that I have told her, she should know that I'm not going to fight. Is she crazy? I don't want scars on my knuckle tattoos. I thought she knew me better, so why is she being so damn insistent on me leaving right now with her. All I'm trying to do is prove a point. Just trying to let Bruce know, not to mess with me or her again, because I'm damn sick of it, and I know she is too.

       Maybe if I let Bruce know that I'm done taking his shit than the rest of the bullies will stop too. This could be the first day of the rest of my life. That's cheesy, but seriously. I finally got out of that god forsaken house and away from my father, I almost? Have the girl of my dreams, I still don't know what the hell we are, and I'm almost done with school for good. If I could just get these damn bullies to leave me alone then maybe my life could be close to perfect again.

         I snap out of my wonderful thoughts as Bruce's laughter rings through my ears, I direct my line of vision back to his face and he actually looks amused with my stance in front of him. I let a confused expression grace my face as I stare back at Bruce. He soon answers my silent question. "You're actually going to try and stand up for yourself? That's hilarious! I can't wait to kick your ass." Bruce says in-between booms of laughter.

Her POV:

         I knew exactly where this was going and I was trying to get Harry out of here before it got there, but it seems that it's too late. I looked up to Harry and saw the fearful look on his face that he tried to hide seconds later with a blank stare. Oh no, not this again. He's going back to the Harry before I met him. The Harry that didn't show emotion or feelings, because then no one could hurt him. I shook on his arm and he just glanced down at me, no smile, no frown either. My Harry was gone, for now. Bruce just scared him away. I could get him back, I knew that I could. This is why I knew we had to go. I know Bruce very well, I knew exactly how Harry's words would effect him and I just wanted to prevent this from happening. Bruce may start a fight with Harry now by the end of the day. And by may, I mean will.

        I take a step in front of Harry so that my back is pressed against his chest and I'm in-between the boys. "Can we just stop? This is idiotic. It's just making you look bad Bruce." I spoke directly to Bruce with disgust. It truthfully did, but I really was only concerned about Harry's safety, not Bruce's reputation. I just knew that was the only way to stop this. I tilted my head up to see Harry's blank face, to everyone else, he was feeling nothing at all, but I've gotten to know him quite well and I could see that spark of fear in those green eyes of his. I know he was terrified of what he had started, but it was too late now.

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