Let's Be Honest

2: WHY

Harley pov

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I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and sighed in deeply. My brown eyes felt heavy, but somehow they had the energy to look around at Camila Hilton. The only thing that I could hear was my heart rate rising faster and faster by the minute. My hands shaking as if I had been outside in the cold and the more I watched her the more pain I felt. Soon I couldn't handle it and I had to go.

On way out in the corner of my eye, I saw her smile. That sinister smile that haunted me every night.

"Calm down, calm down..." I kept repeating over and over again to myself. And without realising I bumped into something or someone and I fell on the cold floor. Feeling relieved that no one was here, I look up at the person I bumped into and let me tell you this guy looks like he came straight out of a magazine. Beautiful hazel brown eyes that glimmered in the sun that shone through the windows. His hair was the darkest shade of black I had ever seen and he was about six feet tall. He probably was only a few inches taller than me though and for a giant like me, it's a pretty good height to be.

"Are you okay?" he asked and I fell in love with his deep voice, I could listen to him talk all day. Maybe I just have a fetish for deep ass voices.

"Yeah"

"I'm Sebastian,"

"Harley,"I reply and quickly stopped staring at him because I could clearly see that I made uncomfortable or was it just me? Sebastian cheeks turned a bright shade of pink which was very confusing. Is he sick? " I'm new here and I hate to admit it but I'm lost. Can you help me find my locker?," how adorable.

"Sure, what number?" I ask and he shows me a piece of paper. 404 its right next to mine.

After I showed him his locker. We said our good byes and I went back to my normal routine.

At least I did something right today.

Who am I trying to convince?

I'm just a bad person.

Why did I help him?

Even though it was such a simple task.

But still why?