Polar Opposites

Chapter 26

I cant help but rush from the school doors as the bell continues to ring. I put my headphones in, something that's become a force of habit.

Students laugh and huddle on the sidewalks, bringing annoyance as they have little consideration for those trying to walk.

I' been dreaming again of a lonesome road

Where I'm lost and I've got no friends

Just the rocks and the trees

And my lonesome dreams

And a road that'll never end'.

My head stays down, humming to the familiar sounds of Lord Huron, until my body collides with another, knocking my ear buds from my ears and my phone to hit the ground.

I go to grab it, when another hand grabs it first. I look up to see a boy with brown eyes and shaggy waves for hair. His eyes twinkle and his smile is shy, as he hold my phone out my way.

"Lord Huron, you have good taste." I smile at his comment, wrapping my ear buds around my phone and pushing a hair from my face.

"Liam, Liam Payne. Your Nicole right?" I nod my head, really not interested in conversation, but shaking his hand anyways.

"I'm part of the mathlethes...I just haven't shown up for a meeting in a while." He laughs lightly, running his hand through hair.

"I thought you looked familiar. Well, thanks again for..Well I'm sorry for running into you." I smile, holding my hand out to shake it, mentally kicking myself for doing so. He smiles back, grabbing my hand and holding it for a moment.

"Would it be too forward to ask for your number? You know, for club purposes." I smile at his smoothness and playfully shake my head.

"Have a good night, Liam." I walk past him, putting my ear buds in my ears and continuing to play my music.

'I been dreaming again of a lonesome world'...

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Laughter lingers from down stairs, coming from my mother and Niall, and possibly Louis.

I sit in my oversized tshirt and fuzzy socks, not giving a care for pants. My legs prickle with hair, and my face baron of makeup.

The weather is improving, as we leave April behind and are just a week from May.

Prom is a week from today.

I lay in bed clicking through channels, feeling as though I've seen everything on tv. My heated blanket brings warmth to my legs, and my bag of popcorn is nearly empty.

The sound of laughter seems to get louder, and my anger rises, I continue to turn the television up, the sound of Greys Anatomy fills my room, but I can still make through the laughs, Niall's obnoxious cackle, my mother's forced giggle, and Louis contagious yelp.

Greys brings the sounds of sirens, cries, and moans of secretive sex, but all I hear is laughter.

Before I realize what I'm doing, I'm dialing Harry number. While I sit there waiting for his answer, my heart begins to explode as the third ring ends, and I go to hang up when his voice breaks through.

"Hello?" Confusion is obvious in his voice, as he waits for me to break the silence, giving him a reason for my call.

My voice cracks, and I cough away the lump in my throat.

"Hi." I want to punch myself in the face. Literally crater my skull in.

"What's up?" He lets out a chuckle, bringing redness to my cheeks and nausea to my stomach. I can hear his breathing through the phone, and can't seem to notice the blasting of the tv and lingering sounds of people down stairs.

"If you want to talk your going to have to turn that tv down." I sigh as I do so, adding to my embarrassment. On top of everything I am to him, I'm deaf.

"What are you doing, Nicole?" I smirk, knowing his raspy voice is full of curiosity. I imagine him now, sitting, twirling a curl on his head and his lips barely move while he speaks.

"I'm sitting in my bed, my heated blanket on, while my pants are off..." I'm mortified from my response, unable to recognize myself. I hear him hum, as he lets my response stir.

"Did you call me to give me a hard on?" I can hear his humor, while it lingers with questioning. We haven't seen much of each other since he asked me to prom, and we haven't messed around in a bit. Between the stress of lousing Lou and the anxiety of us having sex, neither of us have tried anything, unsure if I'm ready for it.

"Is that so bad?" I can't help but grow excited by the conversation, bringing the familiar flutter to my stomach, while lingering the tingling between my legs. I'm respectful, innocent, and lady like, but it seems when you add Harry to that equation, I change. He brings curiosity to me, hunger, as well as desperation to have him.

"Tell me exactly what your wearing." His voice is raspy, possibility from a resent nap. My heart races, and I can't help but worry that my family is down stairs. I stand quickly, locking the door and shutting the television off, replacing it with my Ihome playing my usual playlist.

"A white tshirt. A black lace bra, and a red thong." It seems like destiny knew of my plans tonight, as all my other underwear were dirty, forcing me to wear a thong, something I don't usually like. I hear Harry moan to himself, bringing me satisfaction from the sweet sound.

"God you drive me crazy you know that?." A chill runs down my spine from his works.

"How crazy?" He chuckles into the phone, and I can hear the smile growing on his face. I cant help but blush at the way I make him feel.

"I'm rock fucking solid if that's what your asking." I laugh, blocking my hand over my mouth in attempt to quiet the sound.

I've realized Harry's distance with me has subsided, as his hostility is often replaced with patience, and his anger with softness.

He's not only grown as my student, but as someone who's came close to my heart.

He makes me feel appreciated, like I'm more than just his tutor.

I've taught him how to use a graphing calculator, while he's taught me to ice skate. He's mastered deviations, while he's brought me to adore tattooes and the taste of his lips.

Even if he just wants me for sex, I wouldn't want anybody else to take my innocence, to show me the ways of not only sex, but excitement.

The constant battle I have with myself to allow having fun, and I accept it's all only temporary. Its becoming tiring, and I need closure in knowing it's something more than a bet, all this between us is more than having fun.

That he possibly has feelings for me.

That his gentle kisses, his hard ember between his legs, and the ways his eyes sparkle when he laughs with me is genuine.

That it isn't out of kindness, or his ego to add another girl to his body count.

"Harry?" I say it sweetly, yet seductively. He hums, probably unable to concentrate.

"I want you to come over. I want you, tonight." My heart is racing, and nausea has built in my stomach. I'm terrified, yet excited. I've put plenty of thought into how this all would play out.

Does he know what I mean? We haven't discussed our 'deal', and he hasn't shown any impatience. I'm tired of the what ifs, I'm tired of wondering how it'll feel, how he will feel.

I shouldn't want to rush it, but its more anticipation than fear. I've known for a while I wanted Harry to be my friend, I'm just full of hope he will feel its as special as I do, and I hope its not pathetic or false.

"I'll be over in a bit." The line clicks, and my breathing increases.