Torn [Harry Styles]

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The sound of a low repetitive ding sounds and disturbs me from my thoughts. I had finished writing my monologue but that didn't stop me from thinking about everything.

I gather my books and pencil case up into my arms as the teacher try's to call over the loud chattering of the kids and bell.

"Don't forget to finish your monologues by next lesson!" She reminds us.

I lean my supplies on my waist as I turn to see Harry strolling out of class

'You knew I wouldn't get that pen back' my subconscious mocks. I sigh.

The moment I step out of class I am greeted by a swarm of excited school kids rushing about. I stop in the middle of the hall watching them- what could get them so excited to go home on a Monday? I get pushed around by some footballers. I swiftly make my way to my locker.

I start to twist the combination when I receive a sudden shove by some idiot who wasn't looking. I hear a few snickers.

"Fuck!" A British accent groans.

'What a coincidence' My subconscious basically rolls her eyes.

He try's to get up, out of the tangle of our legs and my school books. As is long body stands he looks like a baby giraffe that getting up for the first time ever- clumsy and awkward, yet so confident. I don't know how that happens.

He scowls at me, I am pretty sure he's going to walk off rudely but proves me wrong when he bends back down to help me pick everything up.

"Sorry" he mumbles, quickly scrambling to pick things up."erm, I'm Harry, Harry styles " he mentions, pushing my books into my chest. He gets up again and holds out his hand to let me get up.

Harry tilts his head down as if he was expecting me to say something.

"Oh I'm Danica" I stutter. He nods his head slightly.

"Ah, I forgot your pen in class" he remembers, I totally forgot about that pen. He fumbles with his backpack and pulls it out. "Here" he hands it to me. His arm was home to a couple of tattoos- the cross on his finger, the small lock above his watch, a ship and a few more.

He's basically towering over me and I see that his jaw line is so dominant, it tenses slightly and shoves the pen into my hand. "Uh, bye" he says blankly.

I watch him continue through the hall, people don't bump into him like they do with me, as if he's got some sort of force field around him- that is until a cheerleader runs up to hug him.

I roll my eyes and grab my bag from my locker. Once I'm out of the hall I skip down the stairs and take in the chilly air of New York. I turn around the corner and head to work.

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Not a very eventful chapter I know.

I hope people like it (not sure if anyone has read it)

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