Addiction. (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter Two.

That bitch!

Rebecca and I were only 3 minutes late and that bitch gives us detention! She must have had another fight with her stupid boyfriend. She's always boring us with stories about how her and "Kevin" are fighting. And she's ALWAYS bitchy when they do fight.

Nobody complains because her boring ass life story is way better than Chemistry, but right now I'd rather do Chem than have an after school detention on my school record.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a nerd or anything. But my attendance this year has been better than ever, 100% actually. And it seems kinda dinted to have a detention on there. I'm not a nerd, but I'm not a thug. I've never had detention before, I don't even know what classroom to go to.

Plus, my mum works kinda late and Rebecca has to be somewhere after school so I have no way home. This means I have to walk, and it's quite a far walk. Especially in the dark, it'll totally be dark by then. Great.

"Hello? For fuck sake Franks you're not even listening are you?"

Rebecca hasn't shut up about this new guy. Apparently he started here today and he's already the talk of the school. Poor guy.

"Sorry, I was listening a bit. Something about the new guy and tattoos?"

"Yeah well everyone's saying he's covered in tattoos and he's got piercing too. Kinda rough, punk looking"

Her voice goes all low and mysterious sounding on that last bit. As if she's trying to make it sound like looking rough is meant to be hot. Yeah right.

"Saz said she had third lesson with him and he's hearth throb"

"How can the kid be punk-rough and a heart throb at the same time? Aren't they like polar opposites?"

She rolls her eyes at me as if I just said the stupidest thing in the world.

"It's like in movies Frankie. The dark, rude, scary guy who all the girls swarm over because he's scary but he's hot as fuck. Kinda like Edward Cullen but a punk edit version"

She doesn't half talk some shit fair play.

I tune again after that, my food is way more important than her punk edit vampire.

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"Excuse me? Yeah, can you tell me where I need to go for detention?"

I'm at the office trying to get someone to tell me what room I should be going to. But it's like talking to a brick wall, everyone is fussing over some youngster in the corner with a black eye and an ice pack held to his cheek. Fighting probably.

"Just hold a second love, I have to see to him first"

When she says "him" she moves her head in the direction of the tall boy leaning against the door frame behind me.

His curly hair is a mess, it's long and sort of sweeps over his forehead although it looks like it's not actually meant to do that. He's dressed in all black. Black skinny jeans that have a tear on the right knee so you can actually see his entire knee, a black T-shirt with "The Slash" written in red writing on it and some sort of band design or whatever, and a black leather jacket which looks fairly old and well worn. He even has black Vans on his feet. Kinda gothic but without the scariness.

As he steps forward towards the desk he keeps his head down, I can barely see his face but I'm pretty sure he has a lip piercing.

He leans his arms on the window shelf that separates us and the woman on the other side of the office. I feel kinda creepy for looking but he has a damn good ass in those skinny jeans. Although I'm not sure how he can even get into them because I am not kidding when I say they are skin tight!

His left butt pocket has a black ball-point pen and a green ruler sticking out of it. So he's one of those 'I'm too cool to bring a bag to school' type of guys.

"I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING FOR FUCK SAKE!"

I'm startled out of my day dream when a booming voice erupts through the office.

It's his voice.

He's now stood up straight and his fingers are running through his birds nest hair, pushing the sweeping mess up so it's nearly a quiff. His hands both have gold rings on them, one of them looks like a promise ring but I can't be sure. His hands a quite big, kinda beautiful actually. Well, as beautiful as hands could be.

"This is bullshit"

His voice is lower this time, as if he was meant to say it under his breathe but also made sure it was loud enough for the woman to hear. And just like that he storms out of the room and takes a left down the corridor. What the hell just happened with him?

"Sorry love, what did you want?"

It takes me a minute to realise she's talking to me. Her glasses are perched on the tip of her nose and she's starting over the top of them at me.

"The detention room?"

"Just follow him"

[This chapter is dedicated to my best friend Doris Kodra. She's really been there for me and she gave me the courage to finally start writing this book! She's also the inspiration for Rebecca, they're personalities are completely different but Rebecca looks like Doris when I picture her♥]