270 Days with Styles

Chapter Two: Day 1.

"I can't believe that I have to take care of a baby with you." I groan as I close my notebook.

"Chill out, you act like we have to make a kid." Harry sneered, rolling his eyes.  "Which we totally can." He chuckles.

"As if. I wouldn't touch you if you were the last person on earth." I retort. I jump, as his hand moves up my thigh.

"Really? Because of the way you're acting, I'd say you want to fuck me." He whispers, his face only inches from mine.

"I don't!" I say loudly, causing everyone to look at me.

"Victoria, is there a problem?" Mr. Smith asks, digging through a box on his desk.

"No, sir there isn't," I say, pushing Harry's hand off my thigh.

"Good. Now as I was saying, each group will have the school year to take care of a baby. Don't worry, it's just a baby doll with a voice simulator attached to its back. It's worth eighty percent of your final grade." Mr. Smith announces the whole class groaning.

"You can take the rest of the class to talk amongst yourself and get to know your partner. When the bell rings, I want each of the groups to grab a doll on the way out." He says, putting the box on a stand by the door. I raise my hand to ask a question and Harry chuckles.

"Yes, Victoria?" Mr. Smith asks.

"What do we do if we're in a class and the doll starts crying?" I ask. I can't afford to get in trouble for anything. If I want to get into a good college, I can't have anything negative on my record.

"All the teachers have been informed of the project. To make it easier on the students, the dolls will be turned off during school hours. As soon as the final bell rings, I will turn them on. To make sure each partner is working on the project, there is a video recorder installed in the doll. If I see only one person working on this, the group automatically fails." Mr. Smith explains as I slap my hand against my forehead.

"You have until Friday to turn these packets in. You may work on them now, but you will have to meet with your partner outside of school to complete them." He says, dropping a packet on the table. This is just great. It's bad enough that I'm partnered with Harry, but now I have to see him outside of school.

"You don't have to help me with anything. I'm sure Mr. Smith would understand." I say to Harry, picking up both packets. Harry reaches over and yanks a packet out of my hands.

"Just because I'm not like you, doesn't mean I don't do my work." He glares at me. "What do you want to name him, anyway?"

Is he being freaking serious right now? How the heck do you glare at someone and then ask them to name a baby? Doll, it's just a doll. My God, this project already has my head throbbing.

"What makes you think it's a he?" I smirk, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Only way for it to be a girl is if she's as pretty as you." He says lowly, his hand back on my thigh.

"Seriously Harry your games aren't going to work on me." I roll my eyes, attempting to brush his hand away. My skin touches his, and it's like a billion fireworks go off. I hurriedly removed my hand away from his, hoping that he didn't feel what I just did.

"You'll fall in love with me sooner or later." He smirks, hand inching a little further up my thigh. Before I could reply, the bell rings and Harry is out the door holding the doll by the foot.

Please God, give me the strength to deal with this boy. I say to myself as I rush to catch up to him.

"Harry, hold on!" I yell, struggling to catch up to him. He turns around too quickly and my face smashes into his chest. I feel his arms snake around my waist and it's like I'm frozen in place.

"I told you, you'll fall in love with me sooner or later." He chuckles, breaking me out of my frozen place.

"Shut up. I just wanted to know when you want to work on the packet." I exclaim, swatting his chest.

"I don't care. It's up to you, Tori." He says, shrugging his shoulders.

"Styles, get your ass over here!" A guy yells behind him. My eyes scan the hallway to look where the voice came from and they land on Louis Tomlinson. He's the most popular guy in this school. But then again, it's because his parents are the richest and he's the head quarterback dating the head cheerleader. Typical high school cliques.

"Meet me out front, we'll just go to your house," Harry says, before walking over to Louis.

"My name is Victoria!" I yell, hoping he hears me. He confirms that he head me by turning around and mouthing 'Tori' at me. I roll my eyes before walking off to my next class.

Authors Note
So Day 1 is going to be split between 3 chapters. I know it may be confusing but that is how all the days will be split. This may actually turn out to be a long book lol.