Wrong - Harry Styles

Chapter 8

Indie's pov

I close my locker and shove my books in my bag, my body falls still as I see Harry walking towards me, he walks right up to me before I have a chance to figure out what I'm going to do. He stands tall next to me, he stares down with an expression I can't quite describe.

"What the fuck happened last night with you and Liam Payne?" He snaps, I'm taken back by his sudden outburst of energy towards me, but I'm slightly confused by the question.

"I don't know what you—"

"You know what I mean!" He yells. No, I don't, I bite my lip as his voice is loud.

"No I don't, stop yelling!" I yell back at him, looking at the empty hallway, my voice almost echoing.

"Liam is trouble for our group, stay away from us if you want to fuck around with him." He moves closer to me, I take a step back, he seems to be more intimidating rather than scary.

"What?" Is he being serious?

"You heard me."

"Well you already don't even want me here so I don't see the point in staying around.." I throw my hands in the air, the words come out quickly, I don't even realise what I'm saying until I finish saying the words. I want to be part of the group of people, I don't know why I even said that, I guess it's just him.

He is pressuring me right now, he is being intimidating and acting like he knows exactly what's going to happen, like he knows me next move, I hate that. It makes me unable to think about what I'm going to say or really process everything, I can't believe how mad he makes me. I don't even know him that well and I'm already allowing myself to judge him, I know I shouldn't, he's just so rude.

"Your choice." He mumbles and walks off, I grit my teeth together as he leaves. I don't know what everyone else's opinions are on this but I want to hear what they think about Liam before I drop everything for this group. I don't want to just cut someone out of my life if they are genuine and nice—which is all Liam has appeared to me as so far.

I start to walk to my class, gosh knows how late I am now. I'm going to walk into this late.. late and irritated, not a good combination for me.

I make it to my class and the teacher doesn't seem too bothered by my lateness, at least it's not my home group class. I sit down in a chair at the back and don't say a word the whole lesson. I find myself sleepy, but also irrational.

The lesson comes to an end quickly and I go on with the rest of my day—practically dreading that I'm going to have to talk to everyone else at lunch.

I spent my maths class drawing on the side of my book and trying  to figure out a stupid process I couldn't quite understand, I got frustrated with myself for no reason and ended up just drawing in the school textbooks.

Lunchtime comes fast, I head to the table a little slower than usual. My head low, my hands sweating a little. Is this really happening? Am I getting nervous? Maybe I should be.

I walk out the two large doors leading to the outside area, I walk around the corner to see the table full of people. Zayn isn't on the table, neither is Ruth, but I certainly smile at the sight of Niall and Louis, they sit there with Kai and Linsey. Linsey looking particularly off, probably the alcohol from last night.

"Hey," I say as I take a seat at the end of the table, the place I was with Ruth yesterday. They all say hi—except Linsey. I decide to start up casual conversation. "You guys recovering well from last night?"

"I'm feeling fine because I was smart. We were smart." Niall proudly states looking at me, I shake my head and find myself chuckling at his words.