Teenage Runaway (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Everyday is the same, go into school, smile at "friends", play friendly, do work and get out. School is pretty shit, you either judge or be judged. The joys of school to be honest. I walk into school and walk over to my locker, "Chlo?" "Chloe!" I glance up to the sound of my name, I see Molly a beautifully blonde girl with the perfect figure, hair that bounces when she moves and a flawless face to match. As she jogs to meet me at the lockers , I could see all the lads turning to look at her, Molly knew just how beautiful she was and flaunted it in anyway possible. I turned back to my locker hoping to pack my books into my school bag and avoid this conversation. "Chloe! Hey, don't ignore me!" she half shouts pulling my sleeve. "Oh, Hey Molly." I closed my locker and turned to face her, "So I'm gonna cut to the chase..." she says flicking her long blonde hair off her shoulder. "Of course you are!" I murmur bracing myself to hear this "totally important announcement". "Okay so a new lad has started, and I just wanted to let you know that he's mine" she spoke looking me up and down. "Yeah, I guess I mean of course he is, don't worry he's all yours!" I sarcastically say turning round and walking away, "Well I am glad we sorted all that out!" she shouted after me. "yeah totally" I murmur to myself turning round the corner to head to my next class. "God she's such a bitch!!" I say to myself pushing open the door to my biology class, everyone was sitting next to their best friend laughing and joking, I headed to the back taking a seat at an empty desk, just like I always do. I pulled my books out of my bag and set up my pens on my desk, making myself look busy avoiding the glances from everyone , wondering why I never sit or talk with anyone. The classroom door opens again and in walks the teacher he hushes the class and begins calling the register, about ten minutes later the door opens again. I glance up wondering who it was coming in so late. I laid my eyes on his shoes first, worn and dirty once white converse, I moved my eyes upwards, black tight skinny jeans followed my a rolled sleeved Nirvana tee and my eyes looked at his face. His much defined face that wants to make you look more. I met his eyes which were already staring at me closely. I coughed clearing my throat and looking quickly down at my books. "Shit, shit, shit." I kept saying to myself shaking my head. I never looked up again, no point looking at something that you won't ever have. I turned the page reading my biology book waiting for this damned class to start. I felt the stool beside me pull out, I didn't look up I only glanced down, I could see those scuffed, dirty converse. I turned back to my desk. "You mind if I sit here?" a deep husky voice asked. I nodded pulling over to make space. "I would sit beside all those other people but they all look at me like I'm a meal" I smirked and looked over to the boy sitting beside me and was met with a smile, he had the deepest dimples I had ever seen and these dark green emerald eyes that looked so intently at anything they look at. "You've the same look on your face right now!" he said a smirk forming on his face. I looked down hating myself for looking at him in that way. "I'm Harry if you're wondering, I moved here." I shifted slightly in my seat, what was I gonna say? This was the guy Molly wanted. "Why'd you move here?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "Ah so she speaks!" he said with a chuckle making all the girls in class turn around and give jealous glares. I nervously moved closer to the wall trying to create space between me and this new lad Harry. "Don't mind them," he spoke furrowing his eyebrows. "they are only jealous" he said looking at me , "jealous?" I smirk shaking my head "Harry, no girl is jealous of me" I can't help but smirk at what he said, why would he say they are jealous? ",They are, I see it. They look at you when you aren't looking up. Its a look of pure jealousy and loathe, nothing else." he said matter of factly like it was something I should know already. "Oh" was all I could say.

The bell eventually rang for the end of class. I grabbed my stuff and dashed for the door, walking quickly to my next class. There was footsteps running behind me I could hear them echoing in the hall. "I never got your name you know" Harry said catching up with me. "My name?" I ask curious as to why he still wants to talk to me. "Yeah your name, that's if you do have one" he said jokingly. " Chloe. I spoke."Chloe what?" he asked glancing up sideways at me. "Chloe Irwin" I said and continued walking. "You don't seem to talk very much, do you not like talking or something?" I quickened my pace "I better go, I'll be late for class" I pushed my way ahead and left Harry alone in the corridor. The rest of the day was pretty quite, I had a few of the same classes with Harry and each he chose to sit beside me. We would seldom talk which I preferred but I knew Harry didn't like it. At the end of school I made my way to my locker walking by Molly, she looked my way and scoffed, whispering something to her friends making them all laugh. I opened my locker and packed up my stuff for studying at home. I shut my locker and walked out the school doors.