Anxious || Harry Styles

Chapter Thirteen

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Lunch has ended and me and Harry arrive back to school from eating lunch at a hamburger store. After this morning there has been this unsettling feeling between us. And I hate it.

It's not an awkward feeling between the two of us or anything, we are fine again. But it is the area around us that is unnerving. Even though Harry said he won't let anything happen to me, I am still worried. What if it's because he can't stop whatever is going to happen to me. Or what if it is because it is something that will happen to him instead?

Harry has also been quiet, a thinking kind if quiet. I know he is thinking about what I said and I know he is now nervous too. It makes me hate this situation even more because he already has a lot of anxiety on his shoulders and he doesn't need more. It makes me feel more guilty since I am the one who brought it up.

Harry pulls into his parking space and we get out. It's like déjà vue because I am holding a drink in my hand and I see those same two girls getting out if their car also.

"Joey." Harry says. I look at him and see he is giving me a reassuring smile, probably knowing how I am feeling right now. Maybe he feels the déjà vue also. I give him a smile back not wanting to worry him further.

"Thank you for the lunch again, it was really good." I give him a sincere smile.

"No worries, love." He smiles.

"Next time, please let me pay." I tell him feeling bad for the expenses for today.

"Nope." He gives me a slight smirk.

"Oh come on. If we keep going out to eat then you are going to be bankrupt." I say.

"Nope. I won't." He gives me another smirk. I playfully roll my eyes enjoying this moment. It really is breaking the tension in the air.

"Yes you will and when you do you are going to be sad."

"Yes sad because I can't pay for you anymore." I awe at his words.

"Harry." I laugh and nudge him.

"But it won't happen, Joey." He says reassuringly.

"You don't know for sure but please, I want to pay too every once in a while." I pout giving him the puppy dog eyes.

"Okay, if you really want to." He chuckles. "But I probably won't in the end." I lightly slap his arm.

We quickly stop by our lockers to grab our stuff before heading to class. I throw out the drink we had as we pass a garbage can.

"Harry." I say and grip his arm.

"It's alright." He says and pats my arm. He knows why I am nervous. And that is because we are about to enter a class that I hate with people who I despise.

"I'm nervous." I state.

"I am too." He says but gives me a reassuring smile anyways. "I won't let anything happen to you." He repeats his words from this morning. He puts his hands back to his side as we enter the class.

I look down avoiding looking at anyone as we make our way to our seats in the back of the class. I hear people talking, which is fine since I know they aren't taking about me. But I hear whispering and I know that it's coming from those two girls and I know they their conversation involves me. We successfully sit down and Harry holds my hand under the desk.

"You're alright. I'm alright. It's alright." He says. I nod.

"It's alright." I repeat trying to reassure myself. But the feeling is still there.