Behind The Lens (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 6

 ALright, so I am thinking about a new story and i need your help. should it be about Harry or Louis?

Sorry this chapter is really short, i have horrible writers block! -_-

Harry, Louis and I walk into a small diner I haven’t seen before and pick a small booth in the corner. It’s until now that I realize what I’m doing. I’m out for lunch with Harry and Louis. I’m out to lunch. I’m out with people. Oh my god. I can’t do this. Not again. Somehow I’m going to have to lose them somehow. But I’ve already sat down… What am I going to do? Maybe if I-

“Skyler, you okay?” Louis asks. My head snaps up and I plaster a smile across my face.

“Uh yea, I was just thinking is all…” I say. They just nod and return to looking at their menus. This is it; I have to get out of here before we place orders. Besides, I don’t have money to pay for this meal.  “Um, I’ll be right back…” I say getting up.

“Where are you going?” Harry asks, grabbing my hand. I look down at his hand holding mine and it motivates me to keep going with my plan.

“Um, I’m going to the bathroom” I lie. He looks at me for a few seconds, still holding my hand.

“Chill Harry, she’s not going to get sucked into the toilet and be lost forever.” Louis says rolling his eyes. Harry drops my hand and I walk into the bathroom around the corner.

Okay Skyler. You can do this. It’s easy, you’ve done it before. But why was this time so hard? I thought as I looked at myself in the mirror. Alright, it’s now or never. I peek my head out of the bathroom and I immediately see the booth Harry, Louis and I chose. Harry and Louis were talking and it was obvious Louis was teasing Harry about something. They looked busy enough so I slowly crept out from behind the door and made my way to the front entrance of the diner. I slid out of the door and quickly turned the corner. Taking a deep breath, for the last time I peeked around the corner and made sure Harry and Louis didn’t see anything. They hadn’t, I’m safe. I let out a sign of relief and almost ran all the way home to my apartment.

I couldn’t believe I almost did that. I can’t get close to anyone anymore, seeing as I’m a bad luck magnet. Luckily they only know my name, and not my phone number or my address.

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“SKYLER! WHERE IS MY DAMN MONEY!”  Dave shouts while banging on my door. My heart beat begins to increase as I make my way over to my door. I slowly open it and come face to face with a steaming Dave.  “WELL?!” He screams.

“I- I don- I don’t ha-a- have it.” I stutter. His face somehow becomes redder and I take a timid step back, shying away from him.

“YOU DON’T HAVE IT?! WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS? I DON’T RUN A CHARITY HOUSE!” He says stepping into my apartment.

“I’m- I’m sorry Dave.” I mumble, looking down.  Dave steps closer to me.

“YOU’RE SORRY?! YOU’RE SORRY?!” he scoffs. “WELL THEN IM SORRY!” He shouts and then his hand comes into contact with my cheek- hard. I fall to the floor, holding my face where he hit me, but I don’t dare look up at him. “You have 3 days to come up with my money or else.” He says while walking out and slamming the door behind him.

I don’t know how long I stayed  on the floor holding my face, but when I got up it was 9 O’clock.  I must have fallen asleep. I walk into the bathroom and I look at my face, it’s still red and it might be very slightly bruised. What else is new…

I decide to just skip dinner and go straight to bed. But as I lay in the dark, I can’t get my mind off of Harry. How his eyes draw you in.

I’m interrupted from my thoughts by a knocking at my window. It’s just a stupid bird. But as the knocking continues, I sit up and turn my head towards the window. I’m taken aback by what I see and I can’t believe it.

I could see green eyes, and I know those eyes.

Harry.