Last (Harry Styles)

Nine

"Kristie!" That familiar British voice sang.

I tried to ignore him, but he caught me by the arm, and spun me around to face him.

"You have been walking to and from school every day? And you and Miranda haven't hung out. Is everything okay?" His green eyes were full of concern as they stared down into mine.

"Everything is fine." I shrugged.

"It doesn't seem like it." He shook his head.

"Fine, Miranda haven't been speaking to each other lately." I said.

It's been about a week and a half since Miranda and I have talked. I was sort of upset at first, but now I see things in a different light. I'm more open, and... free.

"Why not?" He cut into my thoughts.

"She got all bootytickled when I blew up on her for what she said to you that day." I said, quietly.

"Oh.. I'm sorry." He looked down.

"It isn't your fault." I assured him.

"Yes it is. If I hadn't when over there, you guise would be together probably cussing me out again, right now." He sighed in frustration.

I've never seen this side of Harry. He seems to care about me. He's upset, and believes he's the reason I no longer have Mandy as a friend.

"No Harry!" I shouted. "We've needed this for a while now, so I actually thank you for being there, that day."

He stopped, "You do?" He seemed confused.

"Yes. Mandy has always had things her way or no way. When she drove off and left me at school that day, I had to walk. I got to thinking on that walk, about my friendship with her, and I didn't like it." I explained.

Harry's POV:

"Oh well would you like a ride home today?" I heard myself say.

Why would I even ask her that.

Do I wanna give her a ride? Hell. No.

"Uhm, yeah, it'd be nice to have a ride, for once." She broke into my thoughts.

Does that mean I'm only giving her a ride, today? Hell yes!

"Cool." I said, rocking on my heels.

"Well, I'll see you in class." She waved, and walked away.

Wow! Did she have a nice ass.