Salute » Harry Styles

Chapter 26

∞ Chapter 26 ∞

The last few months were peaceful and most of the time, quiet. Harry helped me learn and provided me with a decent education. He teaches me mathematics, English, social studies and science everyday -except on Saturdays and Sundays. Harry told me that that is how boys -including himself -had their schedules when they were in school.

According to Harry, I have a third grade level for education. He said that I am a fast learner and that within a few more months, I will be at the level of a regular twenty-one-year-old.

My schedule everyday is wake up at eight thirty, do my morning necessities and move on with my school activities. I have science, then social studies, a lunch break, English and then mathematics.

So far, school is shit. But it is so much better than having no education at all. And I could not be more thankful for an amazing teacher.

The past months, Gemma was always suspicious of Harry and me. But Harry always made sure to be a bitch whenever she was around.

My classes are taught at the Building so that Gemma or Anne would not be suspicious. Gemma and Anne think that Harry is at work while I hang around with Demi, Jamie, Lily and Ed. All four of them are oblivious to Harry and me, like everyone else.

I pat down my white dress and slide on my black heels.

"You look beautiful," Harry says from behind me. I turn around, my curled hair whipping me in the face all the while. A crisp, clean Armani suit is on his body, his hair pushed up into a quiff. Gemma had told me all about the fashion industry, so much to the point my head almost exploded.

"Not too shabby yourself," I say with a smile. He moves closer to me, his hands at my hips and my hands at his chest.

"Come on, we have to get to your classes," Harry says with a slight smirk.

"All right, Mister Styles," I say teasingly.

He bites down on his bottom lip softly. "Goddamn, that sounds so sexy coming for your lips."

Our lips move closer but at the last moment, I pull away. "We can't be late, Mister Styles!"

I can feel Harry's hard glare behind me as I walk down the stairs. At the dining room table is Gemma, a newspaper in her hand and a cup of coffee at her lips. She lifts her head up, a blank look on her face. I smile at her but the expression remains.

"Jade, we need to talk." Shit. I walk towards her, sitting beside her.

Gemma moves closer to me, her blazing green eyes studying my face. "You've changed, Jade."

Her outburst is appalling. "What?"

"You're all soft and sweet. I knew you as a hard headed and strong woman. You're softening, Jade, and I know its because of him. Something happened between you two and now you're like putty in his hands," Gemma says, accusing me.

"Gemma, I fucking hate Harry Styles and I always will. Not one fiber in my being has one bit of emotion, romantically of course, towards him," I say, lying straight through my clenched teeth.

She only nods once. She opens her mouth.

"Come on, Slut, let us get to the Building. I am not waiting another fucking second for your bloody ass," Harry hisses from behind me, forcing Gemma to close her mouth. I pretend to glare at him but get up from the dining table.

Harry and I get outside and he automatically kisses my forehead. "I'm so sorry, I know you hate being called the S word but-"

"Harry! You don't have to apologize every time you fake an insult towards me!" I say with a laugh.