Catch

Chapter 1

When you feel my heat look into my eyes it's where my demons hide

it's where my demons hide.

Just as it was about to get to the good part someone yanked one of my earphones from my left ear.

"Listening to music through your ear phones is the best way to listen to your professor Ms. Sanders" My professor said sarcasticly

"Uhm" i do not have an excuse for this,

or maybe i do i'll just have to say that 'You teach like shit, you bore me to death and i thought you were gay but turns out you're not because you fucked Kathrene's Mother in your car the day that i said 'i thought you were gay' so to stop myself from sleeping i listen to music instead'' but it will just lead to detention. I just wish that the bell would ring by now.

"I- Uh-"

"Well?"

"It's because she can atleast escape her slut-ish life through listening to sappy songs that describe how she is."

Wrong time to piss me off bitch. I recognised that voice instantly the time that she spoke. Oh, Leisha poor shit faced Leisha. Who would piss me off more than you.

"Excuse me b-"

"No swearing"

"Ok!" i said in high pitched voice and grinned, i stood up and walked in front of Leisha's desk.

"Excuse me Biatch but you have to move on. Just because your ex- boyfriend dumped you for me and i can't really blame him because i can tell you aren't that experienced in the field of copulating. But as you may have already known we have never dated, all i wanted was a pastime and he was up for it. So no worries you got back together and that's the beauty of it." i slammed both of my hands on her desk just to shock her and it did. I arched my arms so i could be face to face with her.

"So shut the eff up and deal with your own effin' problems." and with that i straightend myself and strided to the door ignoring my professors attempts to bring me back.

When i got out of school i was planning on where should i be going, i guess i should just take a rest.

On my way home i saw that the house next to mine is already sold and there were several luggages on the porch. The owners must be there also, i hope there will be hot guys.

"Hi." a woman mid 50's smiled and waved at me too quickly.

I adjusted my earphones and looked down to make her think that i haven't seen or heard her and jogged my way home. I was about to look up when i crashed into someones chest and almost fell to the ground but an arm prevented me from falling.

"Are you okay?." he asked quite concerned, his arm still clutching my waist. His eyes searching mine for an answer

I pushed both of my hands on his chest and that led him to let go of me.

"Uh, yeah"

"Oh good, I'm Harry by the way. I just moved here" he lend out his hand for me.

"Uh, I'm Deserae" i didn't shake his hand, I'm too tired. He's not that hot anyway.

"Deserae?" As if asking what my last name was.

"Sanders, Deserae Sanders" I smiled, not genuinely that is.

"Oh, hi-"

"Harry?" I cut him off.

"Styles, Harry Styles" he smiled at me, that's kinda cute because he smiles not showing his teeth.

"Oh, Okay well nice bumping into to you Styles, I gotta go by the way. Okay, bye" then i rushed towards our house not looking back while i shut the door.

Well, i'd be damed.
Another Styles.