Little Miss Perfect... Or Not? (Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 5

Harry Styles’ POV

Okay, two things shock me. The first being she wants me to sing to her. And the second being SHE’S LEANING HER HEAD ON MY SHOULDER. Is she flirting? Does she like me? No Harry. She’s just hurting. And you are the only one who can comfort her right now. So sing! For some reason no song comes to mind.

“I don’t know what to sing,” I confess.

“Anything. I don’t care what. Anything.”

“But what do you like?”

“5 Seconds of Summer,” she whispers.

“You look so perfect standing there,” I whisper-sing. I see her smile. “In my American Apparel underwear. And I know now, that I’m so down. Your lipstick stain is a work of art. I got your name tattooed in an arrow-heart. And I know now, that I’m so down.”

“No talking!” the librarian says, a scowl planted on her face.

“But we weren’t talking,” I say, smirking.

“No singing!” she says, storming off.

“She’s in a bad mood,” I huff, mad she ruined my good mood.

“She’s always in a bad mood,” Olivia sighs.

“Well well well. Look who we have here. Thought you hated Harry.” We both look up to see Luke grinning at Olivia.

“Piss off you mother-”

“Don’t Harry,” Olivia says, cutting me off. “He isn’t even worth it. And look at that stupid bandage on his nose. Can’t even beat a girl.” Luke’s stare turned into a mad glare. He starts advances towards Olivia.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” he growls.

“Oh yeah?” she asks, getting up and going towards him. He starts backing away, obviously scared. I stand to watch, ready to step in if it gets violent. Again. “And what you gonna do huh? Brake my nose? You know, you really shouldn’t do something to someone if they already did it to you. It’s just saying you’re un-original.” What happens next is odd. Luke steps in and smashes his lips into Olivia’s. This is the second time today!! What the hell is his problem!! I see a mix of pleasure and confusion on her face before she pulls away quickly and slaps him. Then she starts crying.

“You’ve done enough to me as it is! Just please go away! Go away!” she cries, falling to the ground in a crumpled heap. She starts sobbing, banging her head with her fist.

“I suggest you run, dick head, before I break something else of your’s,” I say, clenching my fist and staring at him. He seems to be scared, I guess, as he runs off and leaves the library. I bend down and wrap my arms around Olivia’s fragile body, trying to get her to stop hitting herself.

“Why me!?” she sobs, trying to punch herself. I grab her hands and force her to look at me.

“Everything happens for a reason Liv. He was a real jerk anyway.” she stops fighting me and leans into me, allowing herself to be comforted.

“Wanna ditch the rest of school?” I ask after 10 good minutes. She grins and nods.

“I’d love to.”

“Great. I want you to meet the boys now!!!” I say, standing up and holding out my hand for her, which she takes.

“Sounds good. Let me drop off these books in my locker.” We walk to her locker and she dumps her books quickly before slamming her locker.

“Okay. Run,” I grin. She looks confused.

“Why?”

“Because it makes it all the more fun,” I grin.