One more period. Only one more period until Brooklyn got to leave hell. She was counting down the minutes.
Through every class she just thought of the same thing. As much as she hates to admit it, the boy that was so gorgeous yet so cocky swarmed through her mind every period.
Brooklyn wandered through the hall to get to her last period. She was very lost and the school map passed out at the beginning of the day was to confusing to understand. She was 10 minutes late, but she finally found her history class.
Brooklyn walked in and accidentally slammed the door behind her. As she spun around she noticed everyone's eyes on her. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, she probably looked like a tomato.
"Getting in late already Ms. Knight? Well I'll have you know that will not be excused after today."
The short and fat man muttered, looking rather bored with everything.
"You can take a seat next to Mr. Styles" he ordered.
Brooklyn's heart stopped.
"Mr.Styles!?" Brooklyn thought. She turned around to see him, the only person still looking at her, and that damn cocky smirk on his face.
Brooklyn hesitantly walked over to her desk. Not daring to look at the beautiful boy who sat just next to her.
"Fancy meeting you here love"
he whispered looking over at her. His voice so low it was hard for Brooklyn to hear. She still faced forward, not wanting to look at him again.
Minutes went by and Brooklyn could not wait to leave this class. She could feel his green eyes on her, peering through his dark lashes.
Her heart beat rapidly in her chest. But she did not understand why. Maybe she was scared of him. Amber said he was trouble. Brooklyn wondered what she meant by that.
Did he break a lot of girls hearts? Did he sleep with them and leave. Or did he sell drugs or something.
"What did Amber mean by trouble?"
Brooklyn thought.
Brooklyn was so caught up in her thoughts about Harry that she didn't even hear the bell ring.
She was snapped out of her questioning thoughts by the wave of a hand in her face.
"Hey! Stop daydreaming about me Brooklyn, you gotta go home ASAP. You know since school is so intolerable"
his low voice mocking her.
He flashed a smile that Brooklyn could never erase from her mind even if she tried.
He really was beautiful.
"As if I was daydreaming about you!" Brooklyn scoffed "you wish Styles"
She stood up shoving past the tall muscular boy, heading towards the door.
Just before she reaches it she builds up the courage to turn around just to find Harry checking out her ass. He looked up, the smirk still splashed across his perfect features, looking at Brooklyn's face now.
"I really wish I didn't shove past you in the hall now. "
She rolls her eyes giving him a small wave,
"goodbye styles"
before listening to his reply she leaves headed for her car to get the hell out of here and away from him.
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The Dark Angel (Harry Styles Fanfic)
Fanfic"He was a boy you could look at with both love and hate. A boy so dark yet so beautiful. So brilliant, yet so simple. He was the kind of boy people went crazy just trying to figure him out. Everyone except her"
