“Don’t touch me! I hate you!” I ran away, in tears. Why had he done that?
“No! Spence; come back!” he ran after me, grabbing my arm. “It was an accident babe.”
“Oh, I am not your ‘babe’. I don’t even know if I ever was.” I pulled my arm out of his grasp, I hoped I never saw his face again. But I knew I would. What was I thinking, the biggest player in school. I knew he would just use me. It made me feel sick thinking of all the good times we had together.
“Babe!” he yelled after me.
“Troy! Get out of my life!” I yelled. He looked down, and then turned around, bashing his fist against the building. He had just lost the best thing to ever happen to him; that’s how I had to think about it. He was just another boy, nothing special. I continued walking, clutching my purse to my chest, crying slightly. I kept my head down, ignoring everyone around me. Suddenly I ran into something, crap.
“Sorry!” I said realizing it was a person. I looked up, he had brilliant green eyes, and cute curls.
“No it was my fault.” He paused, looking at my tear stained face. “Did I do that? I am so sorry, love.” He was British, even cuter.
“No, it’s um nothing.” I said, wiping my face.
“No, it’s not. Do you want some coffee, or something?” I nodded my head and smiled at him. He looked really familiar, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. He linked arms with me and pulled me towards the coffee shop.
“What do you want, love?” he asked.
“Vanilla Frappe; I’ll go find us a seat.” He nodded his head and ordered. I looked over at him. Who was he? I knew his face pretty well. It was probably my imagination. He came back and smiled at me, it was gorgeous, and he had dimples that were adorable.
“So, what’s your name? I never got it.” He said handing me my coffee.
“Spencer Lawson. And you?”
“Harry Styles.” I’d heard that name, I knew I had.
“Are you British?” I found myself asking. He nodded and smiled.
“And if I had to guess, your Australian.” I smiled at him noticing my accent. I nodded my head. “So what’re you doing in America?”
“I go to school here, as an exchange. Why are you here?” I asked.
“Oh I’m on tour- tours, just visiting.” He smiled slightly. That was weird. But I nodded at him anyways. My phone buzzed.
Troy <333333 I needed to change that.
Hey, meet me at the coffee shop, we need to talk.
Ugh. Little did he know I was already at the coffee shop; with a guy, which he would not like.
“Spencer!” I heard Troy’s voice across the coffee shop. I turned to look at him, he looked scary, I had never seen him like this before.
“Troy, I don’t want to talk; we’re done!” I said, standing. Harry looked confused.
“Look! It was an accident, I told you! Now you are taking me back!”
“No!” I yelled. He grabbed my arm tightly, hurting me.
“Your mine Spencer.” He grabbed me tighter. I’ve never seen this side of him before.
“Get off of her.” Harry stood up, putting his hand on his.
“Whatever Spencer, you’ll come back. And if I see you with pretty boy again, he’s dead.” He let go, I was crying. Harry pulled me into a hug.
“I’m so sorry Spence.” He kissed my forehead. I blushed.
“No, Harry. I’m sorry. I don’t want you caught up in this mess, so I should leave now.” I started to walk away when he grabbed my hand.
“I don’t want you to leave.”
