SCARED // h.s.

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HAYLIE HAD BEEN avoiding me for five days straight. When "Evan" showed up at my apartment five days ago, he had no problem with impudently claiming me as his. Despite the restraining order I had given him the minute he left, that didn't stop him from showing up at my doorstep everyday to take me to and from work. Plus, school.

Speaking of which, the reason Haylie had been avoiding me was because Harry decided to leave before she could even come back with the pizza, and she seemed to think it was my fault. I really wanted to tell her the truth. To tell her cruel and manipulating Harry was, but the second Harry's intriguing figure walked through the door he sent me a text saying he'd make my life hell if I told anyone about what he was doing, and I couldn't bare it. It wasn't as if he wasn't making my life hell already.

Even though I was frightened to death by Harry's presence, I couldn't help the slight flutter in my chest or the butterflies erupting in the pit of my stomach whenever we were alone or spoke. Or the way he held my hand or placed his muscular hand at the curve of my waist whenever he walked me to his car or across the street. The way he guarded me made me feel special... Adored even.

What made me even more curious about Harry was the fact that Kyle got so upset when he first saw Harry at the diner. It was like he already knew how evil and depraved he was. I hadn't even got the chance to tell him that it was Harry who chased me and nearly kidnapped me because of how eager he was to get me away from him and out of the diner. I was tired of being manhandled.

I was delayed from my thoughts at the sound of the alarming bell ringing. I rose from my seat and quickly grabbed my books and laptop before placing them neatly in my bookbag. I swung the bag over my shoulder and hurriedly made my way out the door and down the hallway.

I knew Harry would already be outside waiting for me. If I wasn't out there within five minutes, there was no doubt in my mind that he would be in here to get me himself. I really didn't need him to cause another scene.

Speak of the devil, my phone buzzed and I fished down in my pocket, receiving a text from Harry.

"Out in the front. Hurry. Hxx"

My fingers moved as quickly as they could and said: "I'm on my way."

"Hey, gorgeous." I looked up to meet eyes with crystal blue ones.

"Hi," I gushed quietly.

"Uhm, any plans for this weekend?" he asked. I stopped and thought about Harry and his command that I was to spend my weekends with him, but then quickly dismissed the thought and pushed him to the back of my head.

Who was Harry to tell me what I can and can't do? I kept walking. Quickly.

"No, not exactly. Why?" I wondered, peeking a look up at him as he matched my pace. He fidgeted with his hands for a moment before speaking demurely.

"I was wondering if you could help me with Stat this weekend? I'm passing with a 69 so far.."

I let out a soft giggle, nodding my head bashfully. We had an exam next week, which I was dreading as well, but the semester was ending right after.

"Sure, Niall. Just text me the time and place, and I can help you before I go to work on Saturday."

He let out an exaggerated sigh and draped his arm across my shoulder, pulling me in for a side hug. Comforted by the gesture, I returned the favor by wrapping my arm across the lower part of his back, hugging him back. I looked up and grinned in adoration at the gratefulness in his eyes.