Torn [Harry Styles]

Chapter 13

I wanted to kick myself for being so awkward, for not kissing him when he caught me.
But what I was really mad about, was that I even thought of kissing him even after I saw what had happened with that girl. How he had just left her.

I stare out of one of the tall windows, we are about three stories high, it's raining. My biology workbook is open blank, my fingers are tucked under my chin and I can feel a small amount of acne forming there. I analyse the people around me, one of the girls is biting her acrylic nail and Louis is frequently glancing up from his book to watch the clock, as if to be waiting for something.

Time slowly passes and the bell eventually rings. Kids fly out of the room, and I take my time to gather up my stuff. I emerge from the science block only to let my thoughts wonder alongside me. An aroma I haven't tasted for years forms in my mouth, it reminds me of when I was a child and I'm not entirely sure why. I think back to my apartment, when there was little furniture in it, I remember my father, my mother and my uncle... I halt at the memory of that man, the taste leaves and I don't try to savour it anymore than I have to. My body leans back on the windowsill, people are already settling down for their free period.

I arrive at my locker where I see a tall, lanky figure relaxing next to my locker. I can't help but smile when I see Harry, he looks up from his phone and grins. I notice a dimple appear.

"Took your time!" He exclaims

"I was thinking." I say, trading my biology books for literature.

"Something you do far to much of, I have noticed. So what I propose is that we go somewhere, get your mind of things."

"Nope, just because it's a study period doesn't mean we can ditch or anything."

"It's not ditching, not if we are going to a library." His green eyes are full of curiosity, just as I expect mine to be. I've seen enough movies to know that ditching never ends well but usually the boy wants to get to know the girl. I am slightly bewildered that one of the most popular boys at my school would take notice of me.

I stare up at him, into those dark green eyes,many just like that he knows the answer.

Harry power walks though the streets of Manhattan expecting me to follow as he dodges slow moving taxis. An uneasy feeling settles in the bottom of my stomach, we could get caught. I can imagine myself receiving an angry phone call from the principal telling me I'm expelled. But I doubt they would be that harsh.

We soon arrive at a large marble-like building. I've been to this library plenty of times. Harry walks straight to the far end of the library. We pass the endless rows of neatly stacked books that smell of stale cardboard, for some reason I like that sent. Soon I am surrounded my colourful pillows and gleeful thin books- the children's section.

"Isn't this more comfortable than sitting on a cold plastic chair?" Harry is settling into a couch that looks like a long, stretched out arm, his chin is tucked into his chest securely.

I liked this side of Harry, so much more than the one where he is tense yet calm, walking throughout the hallways without taking a second glance at anyone. He's different here, himself.

We sit and discus the different ideas of the text we are reading in lit. I am actually enjoying myself until his hand gently brushes over my hand, and them to my knee. I freeze and my heartbeat picks up.

"You're different." Harry's eyes are studying mine. "Is there like something wrong with you?" He asks and I feel victimised.

"Why would you say that?" What's wrong with me, I feel like I need to go someplace small and cry.

"Like, you act differently when someone touches you." He says.

"I think I should go."

"Don't." His voice grows deeper. "I want you to tell me what you feel." His large hands is placed on the small bend in my waist. My heard is beating so fast I'm worried he can feel it, I am afraid.

"Why are you flirting with me!" I whisper looking into his eyes, I want to force his hands off me but I can't I feel weak.

"No!" He laughs. Why would you think that, and why would you be so bloody scared if I do! There's something wrong with you in your head." He's mocking me, my throat feels a lump as if I'm either going to be sick or cry.

"No, but you can have any girl! And you choose to play and taunt me. And tell me that stuff is wrong with me."

"Out of all the girls I could have, you thought I would choose you. Trust me Danica, you wouldn't be my first choice." Ouch.

I turn around grabbing my bag and try to get lost in the endless stacks of books. I reach a far corner. I lie down and cover my face with my arm until it's wet.

I hear a shuffling behind me. I don't want anyone to see me, especially not Harry.

"Our study period is basically up." His voice is awkward, yet insincere.

"I can't believe I wasted my school time to come here with you." I sat up. "I knew it wouldn't be good, please go." I wipe my eyes, I'm glad I don't wear mascara.

"Why have you been crying?" He crouches down trying to gain my eye contact. "I didn't mean to make you cry."

"Yes you do Harry, what's wrong with me." I look away. "I just want to be by myself." I don't know why but I'm surprised when he leaves. My body finds the floor for a few short minutes before I pick myself up and hope no one notices me.

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