The Dark Angel (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 7:

Brooklyn walked in to history class. The class she had been waiting for all day. She knew it was silly to like Harry in such a short period of time, but she just couldn't help it. Maybe it was the smirk that was constantly on his face...or maybe it was the mystery to him. Brooklyn didn't know much about him, but she wanted to.

The second she walked through the door her bright eyes searched for Harry's green ones. He was slouched down in his desk looking rather bored with the class already. His hair was slightly pushed back with a black beanie, some curls poking out loosely around the hat. A plain white t-shirt clung to his fit body, black skinny jeans to his legs, and white scuffed up converse on his feet. He didn't even look like he put much effort in his look but he still managed to look great.

She sat next to him smiling lightly. He instantly sits up in his seat when he sees her next to him. She notices his quick actions and tries to suppress a giggle.

-Harry's point of view-

She giggled lightly, probably at how fast I sat up when I saw her. I am such an idiot.

"What's so funny?" I ask trying to hide my smile and look like I'm being serious with her.

"Oh nothing.." She smirks at me. Making me want to wipe the smirk off her face in a .... cheeky way.

"Yeah, yeah..whatever." I say trying to change the subject."So are we working on the project again tonight?"

Please say yes.

"Erm.. yeah sure! I mean we do have to get it done I suppose." She smiles, not showing her perfect teeth and dimples this time.

Wait...did that mean she wouldn't hang out with me if we didn't have a project? What does that mean?

I try to focus on the lesson after that, but I can't seem to stop glancing over at her every once in a while. She really was beautiful.

Too bad I can't be more than friends with her after getting to know her...

Just thinking about it made me sad. I'm not even sure if I should get to know her. What if I do and she starts liking me back? I can't date her.. She's too good for me. And I definitely didn't wanna lead her on.

I look back over at her, only to find her bright blue eyes already looking at me through her mascara coated lashes. Our eyes meeting one another's for a few seconds before a blush creeps on to her cheeks and she quickly looks ahead at the board. she smiled lightly and looked down at her hands shyly, almost like she didn't know what to do after getting caught staring at me. It was quite cute how embarrassed she got.

I started to pay attention again to whatever this lame ass teacher was talking about, just when the bell rang to leave. Everyone left quickly, except me and Brooklyn. She started packing her Jansport bag before standing to her feet, me doing the same. I towered over, quite a bit taller than her.

"Sooo.. who's house should we go to?" I asked awkwardly. Not sure if she would want to go to my house today. My family was home, and she probably didn't want a repeat of last night.. or maybe she did..

"My house is fine! My parents are working late tonight." She smiled brightly.

We both walked out of school..together. Laughing about how dumb this lesson was. And quite honestly.. I could get used to this.