Loved You First

Chapter 5

Harry's P.O.V.
That's when I saw her. Her captivating blue eyes looked as if I have been longing for her. Her red lips. Her small nose. Her straight blonde hair. She looked perfect. 

"It's you who bumped into her douche-bag." A girl next to her snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Excuse me?" I shouted. 

"You heard me," she spat.

"I-" I started but, was immediately cut off by the blonde. 

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Why?" The other girl turned to her but, the blond dragged her away and I just kept staring at her beauty. 

"Everything okay, mate?" Someone tapped on my shoulder.

"Yeah, Niall," I replied. 

"Do you have any idea who that girl is?" I asked turning t point her but, she was gone.

"Who?" Zayn asked. 

"There's no girl, Harry. Are you imagining things?" Liam turned to me.

"I... Never mind. Let's go to the class," I said and everyone nodded.

We went to our respective classes. My first class was Biology which I hated the most. I usually slept in this class. Well, all classes. After this class I had History and then finally Literature. I enjoyed Literature as it is my favorite.

When I entered the History class I spotted the same blonde sitting next to a guy happily smiling and laughing. I took a seat in the last row and watched her intently. The way she laughed... The way she smiled.
"Good morning, class," Mrs. Woodley's voice snapped me back into the reality.
"Good morning," the whole class except me chirped.
"Okay, so Miss Swift and Mr. Smith have you collected your materials?" she asked and I was shocked. Did I just hear Swift? No. No, of course not. It was Smith. Yeah, he said Smith.
"Yes, ma'am," the blonde replied in her sweet voice. They sat down and Mrs. Woodley started her lecture. I realized that in the entire lecture I was staring at the blonde. What's with her?! As soon as the bell rang I left the class without looking back. I bumped into someone.

"What the fuck mahn?" I yelled.

"You're the one who's in a hurry, Styles," Davis Oliver said.

Davis and his friends are the people I wish I never see. This guy and his group piss me off.
Here I am, sitting on a bed in the hospital wing of the college. Davis and I had a fight. I broke his nose which left a bruise on my fist.

"Is she okay?" I heard a panicked voice. I leaned forward to see who was it and I saw the same guy who was next to the blond.

"Mr. Smith, she's completely okay. She said she bumped into someone in the morning and that hurt her wrist," the nurse explained.

"Did she mention the person?" he asked, gritting his teeth. Whoa.. He's feisty.

"No. Sorry," the nurse said and he walked away thanking her.

"Mr. Styles. Here's your late pass for your next class. I'm sure you're late," the nurse turned to me handing me the pass.

"Damn it," I cursed under my breath.

"Sorry?" the nurse asked.

"Nothing. Thank you," I said and snatched the slip from her and rushed to the class.
While running towards the class the guy's voice played in my ears.

"Is she okay?" he had asked.

"She's completely okay. She said she bumped into someone in the morning and that hurt her wrist," the nurse explained. Mr. Smith; maybe she was referring to the blonde I bumped into? I thought.

"Ah.. Mr. Styles. You're never late for my class. Do you have-" Mr. Clayton asked but, I knew he was referring to the late pass so, I handed it to him and he was certainly cut off.

"Good. Take your seat," he said.

Damn! The class is full. This is why I always come first in the class. I never allow anyone to sit next to me. But, I guess today's not my day.

"There. You can sit with her," Mr. Clayton pointed towards the desk next to me and I turned to see the blonde.

"May I sit here?" I asked trying to be a gentleman.

"Yeah, why not?" she said in her sweet melodious voice.

"Thanks," I said taking a seat next to her.

"Open your books to page 394," Mr. Clayton said and I realized that I'd forgotten my book. I was completely embarrassed . I didn't want to ask the blond. I banged my hands on the desk lightly.

Suddenly, I felt a book sliding towards me. I looked up at the blond smiling at me. She's sharing the book with me! I barely even smiled at her. Way to go Styles! When we had to turn the page our hands brushed a little and I don't know why but, I felt something. I never felt like this. Mr. Clayton explained and I was just staring at her. When she put her hand on the desk her sleeves went up and I saw her wrist. It had a cut. I moved my hand to touch her wrist and see what was wrong but, she flinched.

When the class finally ended she stood up quickly and began to leave.

"Thank you," I said and she turned around.

"What for?" she asked.

"For sharing the book with me," I replied.

"No problem," she said and started to walk away.

"Hey,.. I.. I'm sorry," I stuttered.

"For what?" she asked again.

"For you know.. Your wrist. When I bumped into you," I replied. Since when am I so polite?

"Oh, that's okay. Don't be," she smiled.

"I'm Harry," I extended my hand.

"Hi. I'm-" she was immediately cut off by a hand going around her waist.

Hey, guys! Cliffhanger!! I hope you all liked this chapter. I'm thinking of double updating today! Please Vote and Comment.