Quiet- Harry Styles fan fiction

Chapter 8

Harry's POV

When I walked out of school I immediately find Bella walking to her car.

I walk faster to catch up with her. But my mind is still yelling at me from all the words Liam said. I can't even believe he said that, and it seems like all the other boys thought the same. And it crushes me. We all grew up together and over one girl, a girl I actually like. I don't see the big deal, why can't anyone ever be happy for me?

I run up to her and walk beside her.

"Hey, still up for hanging out?" I say happily

She glares at me, just noticing my presence. She smiles and nods, stopping at her car. Which was a red truck.

"This yours?" I ask her. She nods, her smile falling. I'm guessing she's embarrassed by it. "No. It's actually really cool." I say hopping in the passenger seat. She starts her car, making her engine roar. Then starts to drive away from the school. Her car is a little messy, but I find it adorable. I see a few books and empty coffee cups on the floor. When we get to her house, I see how perfect it is. It's small and cozy, just as I would imagine. She smiles at me quickly before getting out of her car. When I follow her up the driveway, I notice that the flowers are dead on the porch and the grass looks unmowed. But I don't say anything, that would be totally disrespectful. She takes out her keys and opens the door to her house.

When I walk in I take off my shoes next to hers and my coat. She looks around. No ones home. That's strange. Her house is a bit dated but I personally like it. It's really cozy. I follow her into the kitchen. "Where's your mom?" I ask her. She shrugs and pours some chips into a bowl. Offering some to me, she places it on the counter between us. I take a chip and crunch it in my mouth.

"I love your house." I say looking around. She looks at my like I'm crazy or something. Then laughs shaking her head. "Why? I think it's cozy." I say with a toothy grin. She sets her backpack on the table, releasing a sigh. I'm not sure she wanted to do homework, I could see tired black circles under her eyes. She looked a little bit tired, but nonetheless beautiful.

"Hey, wanna finish our homework quick, then we can watch a movie or something?.." I suggest to her. I know she'll wanna do her homework. I'm fine with it, I don't really like to consider myself a slacker when it comes to work.

She smiled and nodded, pushing stray hairs from her face. We took out our biology homework and she helped me find some of the harder answers in the book, since she is super smart. We did that for little bit, then I moved onto math, as she did her extra work. I was working, when I saw Bella focusing on her sketch pad. I look over a little more without her noticing. It was amazing. Perfection. I could have sworn it's the tree in the courtyard that she was making. Every detail was perfect. I was almost speechless. I didn't know she was this good at artwork. She could have so many opportunities for collage.

"Whoa," I breath and she looks at me then frantically closes the sketch pad. "No.no. It was amazing...like- really good." I tell her to make her stop panicking. She shakes her head. "Come on, let me just see. It's only us." I say. She looks at me with a face I couldn't read, then opens the notebook again. I look at it closer this time. Then I turn the page backwards, but she stops me. "It's only me." I remind her. She let's go of the grip on my arm and let's me turn it. It's another sketch of a pair of jeans? This ones weird. They are bigger jeans and have perfect detail of what the denim looks like. I look at Bella, she's gazing at the picture. The way she looks at it, means there has to be a story behind it. But I'm not so sure if I'm one to tell.

"Why jeans?" I ask.

She looks at me, then the picture. Then she quickly closes it and put it away.