For Better or Worse - Harry Styles Fanfiction

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Mornings were as per usual; the school was flooded with bustling students and teachers, the same stares that were forever lingering on our bunch.

Niall tackled me in the middle of the hall while managing to throw me into Harry in the process to which he happily helped me up.

We’d been put in our fair share of classes together, not that I was complaining.

“You’ve got P.E with your best friend, little one!” Louis jumped up and down, using his embarrassing nick name for me.

He danced towards me and wrapped his big arms around my waist, pulling me easily from my seat. Laughing at each others flirty banter, we made our way to the Oval where our class would take place.

Arriving in at P.E, I scanned the class for anyone whom I may know. My eyes locked with his piercing green orbs. Of course, Harry had to be in my class.

Today, I didn’t feel like getting knocked to the ground by rough, competitive boys playing Soccer.

Despite being exceptionally good at it, I knew I’d be sure to make a fool out of myself in front of Harry.

Clutching my stomach in my arms, I made my way over to our teacher.

“Miss, I’m not feeling too well. Would it be okay if I sat out for this game?” I looked up at her through my eyelashes, batting them slightly and pouting my bottom lip.

She hesitated and looked around at the rest of the class, counting up how many players there’d be.

“I guess it’d be alright, just this once.” she muttered, ushering me over to a tree in which I was supposed to sit by.

Harry’s calf muscles became more prominent in every bound he’d take towards the ball, the boy had talent.

His biceps would protrude through the already tight cotton of his school blouse whenever he angled himself to kick, throwing his arms back in the process for balance.

The infamous chocolate curls stuck to his forehead from the beads of sweat that was developing in the sweltering Dudley weather.The sight of Harry almost made me want to play, knowing that I could easily brush against his body without getting caught out for it.

I couldn’t help but notice how much Harry and Louis were now talking, even laughing and playfully punching.

Perhaps Harry could be a 6th member in our horridly clichéd clique, a large part of me was hoping so.

“Isla, come play. Pleeease!” Louis begged, balancing a ball on his knee.

“No, you’ll trample me!”

“We will not, I pinky promise.”

He dropped the ball from his knee and let it roll towards the other students then stuck out his pinky finger, beckoning for me to shake it.

“Fine.” I sighed, latching my pinky onto his.

Louis did a small victory dance, resulting in the class in fits of laughter. Always the class clown, he was.

Our team lined up either side of the field, my mind was else where as the strikers tossed the ball between one another.

Harry was on the opposing team, allowing us to exchange little glances every now and they which didn’t go unnoticed by Louis.

“Isla, watch out!” A voice called out, causing me to spin around on the spot.

A black and white blur was throttling towards me at fall pace, giving me no time to duck away. With a loud smack, it landed straight in my face, instantly making it throb.