He Dared Me

Chapter 1

I walked into class as usual and sat in the back of the room. Nobody notices me there. Nobody notices me anyways. I'm invisible.

There were still a few minutes before class began. I watched as Harry Styles himself walked into class. That's certainly not normal. He's two years above me, why is he in my class...? He looked around the class a few times and his eyes locked with mine. I couldn't bring myself to look away. I memorized his features; the deep green eyes, curly brown hair that was still showing hints of blue, the skin tight jeans, the white V-neck showing off the tattoos near his collarbones, everything. He smirked, and I realized I was staring at him. I blushed scarlet and looked away as fast as I could.

He walked slowly over to me. My mind was racing. Why was he coming to me? He's never spoken to me before. What's going on? Why is he here? My heart was pounding so loud I was afraid he'd hear it. He stood right in front of my desk. He put his hands on it and leaned forwards to me. I leaned back a bit. He smirked again. Gosh, why does he do this to me?

"E-erm.. Would you mind backing up j-just a bit?" I stuttered as he leaned even closer, invading my personal space.

"Whatever you say, Princess," he said mockingly as he backed up slightly. The look on his face changed instantly, as if he remembered something he'd forgotten. He took my notebook and wrote on a blank page. He looked back up at me.

"Call me, Princess," was all he said as he turned on his heel and left the room.

I looked at my notebook and turned it so I could see what he'd written. It was his number. I suddenly stopped breathing. Harry Styles gave me his number. There's no way this is real. No fucking way.

The teacher walked in just as Harry walked out. He glared at him as if Harry was some sort of criminal. A few minutes later, the bell rang signaling the start of class. Mr. Brinkley lectured us about something or other, but I wasn't paying attention. The only thing I could think of - wait, scratch that, the only person I could think of - was a tall boy with damn fine legs, green eyes, and curls. What is this boy doing to me...?

That class went by surprisingly fast. First period usually feels like forever, but that's also when I'm actually listening to the teacher. Today... eh, not so much.

I'm usually good at containing my emotions and bottling them up until I get home, but today I couldn't keep the huge grin off my face. Which just so happened to make Josh want to kick the shit out of me a lot more.

I walked to second period when the bell rang, and I swear I saw Harry staring at me as I went. As I neared the room, someone shoved me into the lockers that ran along the wall. I bit back a groan. I looked up and saw Josh smirking. I then felt his knee hit my stomach, dangerously close to my lungs. I doubled over and fell to my knees. Josh's foot connected with my ribs harshly. I fell onto my side, ribs burning. He continued to kick me until the bell rang, and then he ran off to class. I felt like I could sleep then and there. I would have too, had it not been for the feeling of someone picking me up.

I whimpered at the pain in my side.

"You're okay," a faint but familiar voice spoke. No.. There's no way...

I slowly looked in the direction of the voice, and all I saw was two deep green eyes staring back at me. That's when I passed out.

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A/N::

I KNOW IT'S CLICHE AND CHEESY I'M SORRY BUT THIS IS WHAT YOU'LL GET IF YOU KEEP READING CAUSE I'M NOT A GOOD WRITER