One Last Dance (Harry Styles fan fic) short story

Chapter 9

Attention! There is some foul language in this chapter! I apologize those to are bothered by it!

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Harry's POV:

Karlie.

Just the sound of her name in my mind gives me butterflies.

Her beauty throws me off.

Shes sweet and funny.

I like her a lot.

My heart beats a thousand times a minute when she looks over at me.

Her eyes shine and her smile.

Oh, her smile.

I find myself fighting back the urge to crash my lips onto hers.

I'm afraid of being denied by her.

She obviously deserves someone better, I mean, look at me.

I hurt her emotionally. I caused her her trouble.

I dragged my eyes over at her, sitting at the other side of the room.

I bit my lip and tapped my pencil anxiously.

She was so beautiful, even when she wasn't looking at me.

She was full focused on whatever the teacher was teaching, writing down notes in her notebook.

"Harry?" Liam asked waving a hand in front of my face.

I jumped in my seat.

Liam's concerned face obviously showed he was curious as if why I was basically gazing at the girl I used to make fun of.

"Dude. It's been 20 minutes and you have nothing on your paper. What's up?" He asked.

"Uh. Nothing." I answered shaking my head.

"You can tell me." He said quite offended.

I sighed glancing over at Karlie again.

Liam looked to where I was looking.

He widened his eyes at me and pointed his thumb towards her.

I could feel my face become hot and I looked down.

He took another look at her then back at me.

"You better get her now." He whispered.

I mouthed a 'why'? Until I saw a familiar figure walk towards Karlie's direction.

"No." I said under my breath.

It was Jack. He used to be an old friend of mine until we had gotten in a fight about who was getting cut on the football team or not.

He always envied me since, saying I tried to make him think he sucked at football and other things as well which was totally untrue.

He tapped her shoulder and put on a big cocky grin.

Karlie looked extremely uncomfortable.

He saw talking to her but I couldn't hear what he was saying.

He winked at her and she faced back towards the board, shaking her head, her straightened brown hair up in ponytail swaying back and forth.

He gripped ahold of her wrist and she tried to pull away but he wouldn't let go.

"Stop. Please." I heard her beg.

He snorted. "No."

Anger fulfilled me.