Wrong - Harry Styles

Chapter 15

Indie's pov

"What was that?" Harry asks quietly, his arms still crossed.

"I just needed to.. breathe." I tell him, which isn't really true, I really just needed to leave before I said something to cause drama, I needed to leave before my head bursted.

"You can breathe fine over there and you're fine breathing over here," His voice is more calm, not as angry, more concerned. Why does he sound concerned? "What happened?"

I want to ask why he cares, but it seems like that's all we've been asking each other lately, and I know I'm either going to get some stupid unanswered question or he's going to keep pushing me to tell him.

"I just.. don't like the way he was speaking about her, the way he treats girls and talks about them." I say honestly, why am I telling him this?

"Well that's just Kai, he is like that with girls." The honesty in his voice is clear, I try not to judge his words too quickly but I can't help but feel he is being hypocritical with what he's sayings

"So are you." The words come out fast, I don't know if I have any information to back myself up, only with the way he has treated me.

"Not really, I never talk about girls like he does. I just.. fool around with them." I bite my lips as he speaks. For some reason, the thought of him being with other girls rials me up, probably because I know how rude he can be, it makes me wonder why girls would want to give themselves to him if he's so rude.

"Oh." I don't know why I made the assumption that he was the same as Kai. "You'd never do anything like that to a girl? Or talk about a girl that way?"

"No, I wouldn't, not in the way he does at least."

"You really mean that?" I ask.

"Look, I'm not like him." He seems to grow slightly annoyed. I can't help but need to ask twice, I don't want to trust him yet, he makes his words sound to truthful and I can't help but wonder if it's all a big game, acting like he cares when he doesn't.

"Why did you follow me?" I ask, not wanting to keep the conversation about Kai up anymore.

"Because.." his hand scratches his cheek. "Ruth mouthed for me to follow you."

She did? Why would she? That makes no sense, she's the one who told me to distance myself from him, she'd be going against her own advice by telling Harry to follow after me.

I nod my head, he takes a step closer to me. I look at him and grow concerned for the space between us.

"You're not a skank Indie." He says softly, there it goes. He says my name, it sends sparks through me, I don't understand it. I blink a couple of times at his words and I find myself staring into his green eyes. He finds his way to look into my icy blue eyes, I blink again and look away from him.

A crowd of people start to walk outside and I take a quick step away from him.

Am I supposed to thank him? After these couple of weeks does he deserve my thank you? I don't know what I should do, he's just done the complete opposite thing of what he usually does. I don't know if I have prepared myself for something like that to come from him, maybe that's why I'm so speechless and I don't know how to react.

He turns around and walks back to the groups direction before I can say anything else or come up with some way to say thank you. I don't. I turn and walk into the cafeteria to try and find some semi decent food to eat before my stomach starts calling to me.

I spot a vending machine and finally feel like something good is happening in this day. I walk towards it and look at my options, there is a bag of chips, salt and vinegar is the last flavour left. I grab some of my loose change from my bag and place it into the machine and press on the number of the chips, it quickly falls to the bottom and I pick it up and open up the packet. I start to eat them quickly and it takes all the pride I have to turn away from the direction of the doors that lead to the table. I head over to my locker, lunch is going to be over soon and I really don't want to deal with the awkward scene that I am going to cause by walking back there. Lunch is almost over anyway.