Brooklyn walked in to homeroom after talking to Amber for a short period of time. Not daring to tell Amber anything about what had happened with Harry. Amber wasn't exactly the most understanding friend ever. Plus, Brooklyn thought keeping it to herself would just be better. After all Amber did say he was "trouble".
Brooklyn's mind had been all over the place since then. She couldn't even focus on the project after that.."incident", leaving Harry to do most of the work last night. She was surprised at his sudden change in attitude. One second he's a cocky smirky asshole the next he's a sweet guy laughing about baby pictures.
She wasn't sure what to think of him yet. Was he nice was he bad? She just couldn't come to a conclusion. No one could, and she wasn't sure if anyone had really tried. She decided to make it a point to find out. To find out how he really is. She may not know him well, but there was no doubt that he gave her butterflies just by his beaming dimpled smile. Just the thought of seeing him today in class made her excited to go to school.
"I mean that has to mean something right?" Brooklyn thought to herself.
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-Harry's point of view-
I just can't seem to shake her out of my mind. Her blonde hair, her eyes, her smile, her laugh...everything. I am sort of loss at words when it comes to her. I had only known her for a couple days, so why do I feel like this? I was excited to go to school just to see her.
And although it makes me happy to finally find someone I don't just want to have a one night stand with, like I usually do, it makes me sorta...well..sad. She doesn't need someone like me to be her boyfriend. She needed Someone who was..better. Someone who didn't have one night stands, and someone who didn't get in fights Everytime they went out. Someone that isn't me. I just don't deserve her.
I still wanted to get to know her though, and I mean really know her. I want to know her favorite band, what music she listens to, her favorite color. I just want to get to know what makes her happy or sad. what makes her excited to go to school.
It seems so foreign to me. To even think I like her or would like her.
I know I shouldn't get to know her because of how I am, but something about her makes me want to be different just for her. To be there for her. Protect her.. and maybe even try to be the reason she is excited to go to school, because god knows she's the reason I am.
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The Dark Angel (Harry Styles Fanfic)
Fanfiction"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"
