Addiction. (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter Four.

"Just write your name in the book, I'll be back in a second"

Mrs Jenkins was a maths teacher. She apparently supervises detention too. She's fairly young, about 30 I'd say. Nothing special to look at but a sweet lady. I had her for maths a few years ago in Year 8, she talks kinda quick so I struggled a bit at first.

She left the room before quickly popping her head back in to give us that look of stern teacher-ness and say "And I'll be right back so NO funny business! That goes for you too Styles". And with that she left and the whole class, which only consisted of about 10 people, erupted into speech.

I turned the open book around on the desk so that it was facing me. Grabbed the black ball point pen from the binder and scribbled my name and year group down just as everyone else had done. As I wrote my name I saw the name above mine was "Harry Styles - Year 12". So he's in my year? And he must have a rep as a ladies man if Mrs Jenkins naturally assumed he'd be getting up to any "funny business".

Thinking about it, I never asked what the knew kid's last name was.. I guess it's Styles. I like it. Harry Styles. It suits him. At that thought I immediately looked around the room for him. And there he was, right in the centre of a group of lads that I knew to be popular trouble makers and players. They had the same "look" as him but not as handsome.

Wait. Did I just say he was handsome?

He is not handsome. He dresses like a jerk and since he's the talk of the school and in detention already.. he probably IS a jerk.

"You gonna stand there and stare or are you gonna actually come and sit with me?"

I hadn't even realised I'd been staring at him. Again.

But sit with him? I don't know if that's such a good idea.

"You're already in detention Francesca, stop thinking and sit"

That smirk was back and apparently he can read my mind too. Or maybe it was just obvious on my face? Either way he caught me off guard.

He nods his head, motioning me towards him.

"My name is Frankie"

I take a seat next to him and the boy behind him leans towards me.

"Aren't you that bird who tried to top herself?"

I just stared at him with my eyebrows raised.

"What?!"

Harry was gobsmacked. The look he was giving me was tearing my heart into a million pieces. If I didn't know any better I'd swear he was really concerned about me and my past.

"No, that was not me"

The boy shrugged and sat back but Harry still didn't relax. His shoulders were stiff and tensed. He gave me that look that said 'I don't believe you' but I shrugged it off and reached into my pocket for my phone.

No missed calls but a text.

I opened the text to find its from my childhood friend Niall.

*Niall: Where are you sweet pea?*

*Me: Got detention, don't tell my mam x*

*Niall: Want me to cover for you?x*

*Me: Yes please! Life saver!so*

"That your boyfriend?"

"oooh she's got a boyfriend!"

"Banged him yet?"

"Out of luck Styles!"

The boys around me suddenly erupted into laughter and questions. Going from interrogating me to bantering with Harry.

How does he know them so well already? What did that one mean by "out of luck"?

"No, he is not my boyfriend. And no, I definitely have NOT had sex with him. He's just a friend."

"Pass my your phone a second Francesca?"

Why does he insist on calling me that?! And what the hell does he want with my phone?

For some insane reason I hand him my phone and he instantly starts typing something. Then he gets his own phone out and types something on his before handing my phone back to me.

"What did you do?"

I take my phone from him but he keeps his hold on it slightly, making my eyes shoot up from the phone to his eyes.

"You'll see"