For Better or Worse - Harry Styles Fanfiction

F-O-U-R

Harry was growing on me already; the respect he had for girls was fascinating, not that the other boys disrespected girls but they were no where near as polite as Harry.

If I ever to call a girl something other than their name he would instantly stop me and tell me how much he hates objectifying girls.

Harry literally, had it all.

After my Mum called the school, letting them know I wouldn’t be attending the detention I made my way to dance.

Dance was something I’d always loved, Mum pushed me into a lot although I was thankful of her for it. When you dance its as if the whole world instantly revolves around you, though nothing can touch you.

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With a clap of her hands, Miss Perugia hushed us all before giving us one direction of what we’d be dancing today. We were partnered up with one another and began stretching our muscles and pulling our legs at all sorts of angles.

My mind kept flicking to Harry and how bored he’d be in detention, I began to feel a little guilty.

“Distracted are we, Isla?” Behati’s soft voice called while she lifted her left leg in the air.

I let out a long sigh and gripped her waist to support her. Behati was the only girl whom I could call a friend, we’d met through dance around six years ago and been inseparable since.

Behati was truly beautiful, I was constantly reminding her of how envious I was to which she would always politely brush it off.

She had big mauve eyes that were decorated with long, thick eyelashes and her tiny oval shaped face let her dirty blonde layered waves fall perfectly around it.

“I feel bad for Harry, I left him in detention all alone.” I chuckled while stretching my own leg.

“Harry, the sex-god you were telling me about?” Behati’s eyes lit up, never afraid to let her sex crazed side shine through.

We were almost the complete opposite;Behati wouldn’t even know the name of half the boys she’s kissed and shagged whereas I wouldn’t even know what do to with my lips when it came the time.

“Ugh, he’s so fit, Hati! His eyes are so gorgeous and his curls are all soft and don’t even get me started on that damn jaw-line.” I groaned, throwing my head back at the thought of him.

“Well I never, Isla Payne getting all hot and bothered over a boy!” she laughed and starting lowering herself down in to full splits.

“Oh Lord, you’re right. He’s turned me into a slut, I’m like you now!” I teased, poking her outstretched leg with my own.

She laughed along with me until we were called to learn our new dances for the term; something we’d been looking forward to all Summer.