Keep Holding On (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 10

Friday, April 29

(39 days left)

Valerie POV

I made out with Aaron too long and now I'm late for French. I knew I should have left fifteen minutes earlier, but it was impossible. My lips just did not want to leave his lips. Yesterday I went to the mall with Emily she bought me a new shirt. And now I have to come in with it, its hard for me to do that.

I hover outside French. Ms. Walter is saying how a bunch of people didn't do their homework and so we can't do the activity she had planned. Or something like that. My French skills really are lacking. I go in. Everyone stares. Including Harry. Ms. Walter comes over. I give her my late pass.

"Il a la tâche" she says, which means if I have my homework. I admit that I don't have my homework.

"Non? Pourquoi pas?" She responds, meaning why not. Somehow I think Because I didn't feel like doing it isn't a good enough reason.

Eyes are still on me. I'm still standing in front of the whole class like Exhibit A of a dork display. Ms. Walter goes off on a tirade about how it's only April and we need to stop acting like the semester is already over and get off our lazy butts and do our homework. I can feel Harry's eyes on me. I take my time walking to my seat. Then I turn slowly before sitting down so Harry can see the way this top clings to my curves. I spend the entire class hoping that Harry will come up to me after. When the bell rings, I put my things away slowly.

"Hey," Harry says.

"Hey." I can feel the heat of him next to me. I have no idea what is preventing my desk from bursting into flames.

"You look beautiful today" I look up at him. How many times have I looked up at Harry like this, with him so patiently by my side? Why is he even talking to me? I totally rejected him. It's like nothing fazes this boy.

"Thanks," I say

"New shirt?"

"Yeah."

"I thought so." I get up and sling my bag over my shoulder. My shirt rides up. I tug it down. It clings to my breast. Which seemed like a good idea in the dressing room, but now I'm embarrassed.

Harry and I are like two inches apart. I can feel him breathing. I can also feel him looking at me. I can only look at the floor.

"Can I get by?" A girl coming in for the next class says. She passes and stares at Harry. She's practically flirting with him right in front of me. I look down and try to step out of the aisle leaving Harry with the gorgeous brunette girl. Right before I manage to leave Harry touches my arm. He guides me to the door. I let him walk with me touching my arm for the nine steps it takes to get to the door. They are quite possibly the most daring nine steps I've ever taken. I glance back at the girl before and she's eyeing me I managed to smile.

"See you later," he says.

"Yeah. Later." When Harry walks away from me, all I can think about is getting close to him again.

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I try to avoid school bathrooms as much as possible. It's agonizing to be in the bathroom when a bunch of other girls are using it. I really don't need to hear them gossiping with their friends and checking their phones. One thing about being bullied is that you quickly learn how to avoid the people who make your life miserable. I never use this bathroom. This is the one Carly uses, but if I tried to fight my way up the crowded stairway to the safer bathroom, I'd be late for class. Of course Carly comes in as I'm washing my hands. With Audry. Me and Audry used to be best friends, until someone told her a lie about me saying I was with her boyfriend on Valetines Day, which wasn't true.