50 Shades of Sex (Harry Styles)

Chapter Three

Oh my God.

"I assume that you missed me?" He asks teasingly, smirking so seductively that my stomach almost explodes. Explodes with disgust, not butterflies.

"W-What are you d-doing here?" I ask him immediately. No, no no no. He was supposed to be back in London. Not here. Not now. Not in this School sitting beside me.

He smirks even more, which had turned into a wide, yet teasing smile. "I'm still holding up to that deal," He said, pronouncing each word slowly, which had made me even nervous.

He hasn't forgotten.

"Okay, remember the deal, if Diandra turns me down, because of her shitty reason, you're going to help me until she comes back to me, deal?" He says, looking at me as if he was watching every single breath that comes out through my nose. I was still unsure whether I would accept or not, but he told me that if I accept, he would help me BIG time.

I nodded, "Deal."

"I'm going in," He announced and walked out, revealing himself after hiding behind this wall to talk and ask Diandra to be his girlfriend for the hundredth time.

I listen to them very closely, and heard a small conversation starting.

"I've asked you the same question for three months now, how long does it have to take for me to be your boyfriend?" Harry asks, his disappointment voice visible.

"I've told you the same answer before Harry, I don't go for players like you. Yes, I do have a huge crush on you, but I'm careful with my heart, and I'm only going to answer you a different question if you change yourself." She said.

Oh sheep. She cannot refuse him. She cannot refuse him. I'm going to be so effin' dead!

"God Emerald, think!" I yelled in a whisper, holding my head as I began pacing. I can't be involved with him!

That little big time help that he'd give me would include me being his fake girlfriend, him teaching me some crappy things like, how to kiss, how to flirt, and most disgusting of all,

how to have sex.

"MOTHER OF GOD!" I whispered as I realized what would happen if I got stuck with him. Ugh, it would take freaking years for her to accept Harry as a boyfriend! I can't be with him that long!

Before I knew it, I left Harry with Diandra without him knowing, went home, took my passport and told my mother that I'm coming to New Jersey with her.

It's been three years since we've last spoken to each other, and that occurred during the last day of School. So why hasn't he forgotten?

I snapped back in reality as I hear the teacher announce that it was time for the orientation, which was a PowerPoint presentation.

The lights flicked off, and the video clip starts playing, revealing several people wearing a lab coat, and surgical gloves holding a beaker filled with blue liquid. I watch the clip, trying my hardest to avoid Harry's stares, which ended up into a failure, because my eyes was now connected with his.

"I was your best friend," He says out of the blue. God, he still talks so slow.

"Best friend? I was your tool, Harry. You purposely used me so that you could prove to your Diandra that you go for the ugly girls too! That you don't choose whether this girl is so freaking pretty or not! And you know what, fuck you!" I yell. I didn't realized that everyone in this room has heard my mini rant until the lights has been switched on.

"Miss Sapphires! How dare you curse at the first day of School!" He raises his voice. "You are coming with me at the Principal's Office!"

Great. First time cursing, ended up at the Principal's Office.

My cheeks began heating up as I stood up, seeing these other students looking at me. Oh dear, they heard my whole mini rant. Just amazing.

"Wait!"

I turn around, (almost everybody did) and saw Harry up on his feet. "Emerald Sapphires didn't do anything wrong, she was just mad with what I have done to her," Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck. The teacher, who I still don't know the name, crossed his arms and paid attention to Harry.

"And, I assume that you two know each other?" He asks, and Harry's signature smirked came back for more.

"We were best friends," He says, and I mentally slap his face with a door. How could he bring up that title to us. We are far from friends. Heck, we're not even acquaintances! For me, we're not.

"Fine, you can sit down now Miss Sapphires, but please, quiet down." The teacher said and I proceeded, taking a seat beside Harry again.

Well, I am a bit thankful to him for saving butt there, but that still wouldn't change one thing.