Keep Holding On (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 2

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Harry POV

"Bye boys, i'll see you after school" we waved at Paul as he drove off leaving us in front of the school

"I'm still not used to waking up when its still dark" Zayn spoke up looking like a dead zombie

"You should be, we sometimes wake up at this time for interviews and photo shoots" Liam said as we all started walking up the stairs to the main doors

I was sorta happy, I get to see her again. I'm hoping to find out her name today.

"Why are you so happy coming to school?" Zayn asked me

"Because he gets to see her" Louis cut me off before I started. I smiled at just the thought of her.

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We all left to our class as the bell rang. I went early to my class, I wanted to talk to her, but something kept telling me not to.

I left my stuff at my table when I saw her coming through the door and I thought of something to do

Valerie POV

Harry Styles is blocking me, I know his name from yesterday and come on everyone knows Harry Styles, but here they don't make a big deal out of it. I was wondering why he was blocking me, probably its unintentional. He sits two rows behind me in French. We have to use the same aisle to get to our desks. I noticed his notebook and pen sitting on it so he's already been to his desk. Whatever the reason he needed to get out, hes coming out of our aisle as I'm trying to go in.

Harry moves over to let me pass. I can feel him smiling down at me, but I cant really look up at him. Looking at him is beyond intense. Its like looking right at the sun, but I can see him without looking. Images of Harry are burned into my brain. Green eyes. Disheveled silky-brown curls. All-British boy build. Four inches taller than me. Even his glasses are permanently etched in my memory.

I press up against him as I brush past him. Were talking serious sensory overload here. I'm overwhelmed with more attraction in this instant than Ive ever felt with Aaron Brennan, and I let Aaron put his hands all over me.

I want Harry Styles to put his hands all over me. I want him to take me to his room and kiss me all night.

Does liking to boys at the same time make me a slut?

Having French with Harry is excruciating. I'm always wondering if hes looking at me, or at least thinking about me. When I'm supposed to be paying attention, I'm sneaking looks at him instead. There are ways to sneak looks at him without being obvious. Usually I pretend I'm looking at something to the side and then rely on my vision. Or ill turn around and pretend to be interested when someone in the back is answering a question. I don't like watching people answer questions, though. I get so nervous when teachers call on me, and the way everyone stares at me when I'm answering makes me even more nervous.

The bell rings for class to start. Harry comes back to our aisle. My heart pounds so hard I suspect its visible to anyone around me. On his way back to his desk, he slides two fingers over the fresh page in my notebook.