Accidental Call

Chapter 4

I was walking through the hallways once again. Instantly, kids parted in front of me. I felt slightly nervous. Everyone was staring. I tightened my grip on Harry's hand.

"They're staring, Harry," I whispered.

"Don't let them get to you," he whispered back. We got to our class, which was History.

I took a seat near the back where Harry went and sat beside me.

Class was boring and I tried really hard to pay attention when a small paper ball hit me on the cheek. I saw Harry glance over at me as I shook, slowly unfolding the crumpled paper.

Bria, just do the world a favour. Kill yourself. Really try this time. Just cut your wrist off next time you cut, wrap that hose around your neck, I don't care. Leave.

Tears were resting on the edge of my eyelid and I struggled not to let the tears slip. Harry stared at me as shook the paper. He motioned for me to hand it to him and so I handed the paper to Harry.

He read the note over before standing up and slamming the paper to the desk.

"Mr. Styles! Sit down!" Yelled our teacher but Harry didn't listen.

"Who's the asshole that wrote this piece of shit about Briana?" I laid my head on the desk. I wishe he wouldn't make a scene. I don't need this attention.

"She is ABSOLUTELY PERFECT! Don't you dare tell her to kill herself!"

"Harry, please stop. Sit down." I said quietly. He ignored me and continued shouting.

DON'T TELL ANYONE THAT! BECAUSE NO PERSON SHOULD EVER BE TOLD THAT. Don't even joke about it! Whoever wrote this, is the most REVOLTING person I have EVER met! So please, do US. A favour and SHUT up!" Harry took a couple deep breaths before finishing and ripping the piece of paper to shreds. The shreds fell to the ground, laying on the cream coloured floor.

"Styles! Leave!" The teacher pointed out the door. Harry looked over at me and I mouthed a thank you before he turned and left out the door.

After class, I hurried out the room to go find Harry. He was leaning against the lockers, his arms folded across his chest, in deep thought.

"Harry!" I shouted before running up to him and wrapping my arms around him.

"Thank you," I whispered. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close.

"No problem, Bri. Don't let people treat you like this ever" I didn't say anything. I just let him hold me before I heard a voice behind.

"Aww, Bria finally has a friend. And he's hot too!" Klea smirked. Harry seemed to be a little uncomfortable.

"What's your name?" Klea stepped closer to Harry. She placed her hands on Harry's chest, completely forgetting about her boyfriend. She swayed her hips slightly.

"H-harry." He seemed a little shocked and VERY uncomfortable. Klea smirked and leaned in closer. I didn't know what to do. Quickly, Harry pushed her off of him.

"No."He gained some confidence. 'Don't try that again," Klea's smirk faltered and she turned to me. She lifted her hand and slapped me across the face I had done absolutley nothing. I didn't say anything to defend myself. I just walked away. Harry exploded. His face turned red with rage.

"What the hell was that for?" He shouted.

"Well obviously, you wouldn't kiss me cause she's here." She pouted. I stopped in my tracks and turned around watching the scene unfold.

"That is the stupidest reason I have ever heard! I didn't fucking kiss you because I didn't want to! And I only kiss people I actually love!" He shoved her away from him Klea slapped his cheek just as she had to me. He raised his hand to his cheek.

"Both of you can burn in hell" she shouted, pointing at Harry and me. I ran down the halls. I really didn't want to be hurt anymore. I just ran down the hallway to my class.

"Bria, wait!" I heard Harry call from behind me. I turned around to face Harry.

"Are you okay?" He asked me, taking my hands into his.

"Yeah," I whispered. "I'm fine, thank you," Harry wrapped me in a hug before I walked into class and Harry went to find his own. I took my seat and continued on wiith the lesson.