Anxious || Harry Styles

Chapter Eight

Hello! 

I am going to say something that might upset you guys and I am so sorry! 

I am doing summer school (fast tracking...I didn't fail any of my courses haha) and so this means that I am not going to be doing my frequent updates. This is a senior class that will go for university and I need a good mark. But this is only three weeks so in August I will continue the more frequent updates. I will try to update every Friday or weekend though (during the next three weeks, this included) but I am sorry if I cannot. 

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CHAPTER EIGHT

Falling in love is scary. Hell, it's terrifying! I have only started talking to Harry for just over a week and I am already in love with him, and that's what makes it scary. But I can't help it. I can't help that overwhelming feeling of butterflies in my stomach whenever I see him, talk to him or touch him. I even get it when I am just thinking about him. I love the way my stomach would get all tingly and weird and I always can't help the smile that reaches my lips. Harry is just perfect. Absolutely perfect. There's no words really to describe my feelings towards him. 

I look up from my book that I had been unable to read because I kept getting distracted with my thoughts, and see Harry walking towards me in the library before school starts.

"Hey." I smile as Harry sits down besides me. 

"Hi Joelle." He smiles. My stomach grows fuzzy from how he says my name.

"How are you?" I ask with a raised eyebrow because of the incident that happened yesterday. 

"I'm okay, you?" He gulps. 

"I'm alright." I give a small smile hoping it would cheer him up. I feel relieved when he sends one back.

I look back down at my book in my hands as Harry pulls out his math textbook. 

I still don't know what those boys did to Harry that made him have his anxiety and depression he has now. It makes me worried since I know those bad memories are starting to haunt his mind again. I just hope that it doesn't make his condition worse because I felt like he might have been getting better. But I don't want to push him because after all, I know how it feels. 

I hear the familiar sigh that escape Harry's mouth. But this time I don't ignore it. I close my book and put it besides me before turning towards his direction.

"Do you want help?" I ask him with a smile. He looks at me and blushes from embarrassment that I heard his sighs.

"If it's alright with you." He says.

"Of course it is. I like math so I don't mind." I smile at him. "What chapter are you on?" I ask him as I scoot closer to him. 

He tells me what he is learning in math and I gladly help him. I teach him everything about it and guide him through the homework questions which make Harry let out many "Oh!"s as he understands how to it. By the time the bell rings, Harry understands the concepts a lot more which makes me happy that I helped him. 

"Thank you." He says. "You teach a lot better than my teacher." He says seriously as he packs his bag. I let out a laugh. 

"No problem. And yeah, I heard Mr. Smith is not a great teacher." We walk out of the library together, side by side, while we make our way to class.