Into an Outsider. (1D Fanfiction)

Harry Styles.

Authors note--- This chapter is pretty short, but it's very important. hint hint. I wanted to say one thing imparticular, Harry in real life isn't a jerk, but In my fanfic I kind of make him seem like one. Don't take it literally. Harry Is entirely made up of perfection with a hint of awesome and fabulous. 

Chapter Nine:

            Harry Styles POV

I had a nightmare last night. I don't remember what it was about, but it gave me bad vibes. You know that feeling you get when you feel like something bad is about to happen? My nightmare gave me that feeling. All morning, I felt like something bad was going to happen. Just a bad morning I guess.

Zayn wasn't in class when I walked in. Becca sat alone starring at the wall like the weird person she is. I don't know what it is about Becca, but I've always been drawn to her. I find that the most eccentric people are the most interesting. I've known her for a long time, but I've never really talked to her. I was always satisfied with just looking at her, but since Zayn came along, I find myself wanting to talk to her. I'm not satisfied with admiring her from a distance anymore.

There is just one problem. Becca thinks I am a complete jerk. She has never told me, but It's obvious. I understand why she thinks that though. Every time I'm around her, I act so stupid.

"So Becca, Where's your 'friend' Zayn at?" I sat in the seat Zayn would normally sit in.

"Why do you sound sarcastic? Are you implying Zayn and I aren't friends-"

"No, I'm implying it's obvious you two are more than just 'friends'." She looked shocked when I said that. I think she is shocked that I am saying something to her at all.

"Why are you talking to me all the sudden, Styles?"

"Why not?" I said followed by a cheeky smile. She just rolled her eyes.

I don't want her to think I'm a jerk, but how am I supposed to prove to her I am not. 

"Alright students! I've had a ruff day so don't make it worse-" Our teacher said while writing the date on the board.

"What happened?" Some nosy kid asked.

"Ugh just a few weird kids were acting out today."

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While watching Becca pass by me in the hallway to our next class, I saw two scratches on her face. Her knuckles were slightly bruised and I started to get curious as to what happened. 

"Hey Becca." I said finally catching up to her. {Photo of Harry on the right}

"uh hi Harry." 

I could tell she wasn't a fan of small talk so I decided to cut to the chase.

"So what happened?" I asked while pointing at the scratches on her face.

"Why do you care?" She said covering up her face.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Well you obviously haven't in the past?"

"Why do you not like me, Becca?" I asked her.

"Because you're a jerk, Harry." 

"I knew it!" I shouted then laughing.

"That's not a good thing." She said rolling her eyes.

"You're right. So why do you judge me, you don't even know me." 

"I'm sure you judge me as well, like how you judged Zayn the second he walked through the door." She got me. I don't know why I don't like Zayn. I hate to say it, but maybe I'm just a bit jealous.

"Can we not." I sighed.

"Not what?"

"Be like this. I'm not a jerk, Becca."

"Well that's not what I hear." I could tell she was getting annoyed, but so was I.

"Oh Okay! So what do you hear about me?" She suddenly stopped. She started listing random things she has heard about me.

"...and I heard that you slept with that Taylor girl about three times while you were 'talking' to some other slut..." She went on and on. The sad thing is everything she said was true. Maybe I am a jerk. I stood shocked.

"...Look Styles, just because I'm invisible to all you people doesn't mean all you people are invisible to me." She started walking away, but I couldn't let that be the end of our first conversation. 

"So you've heard some of the bad things about me, but I bet you never once heard the good!" She turned around to face me.

"Ok...So, What are some of 'the good' things about you?"

I was stumped. I didn't know what to say. It's not that I couldn't think of anything good about myself, It's just that I don't know how to say it. I'm at a loss of words. 

"uh..." She started to get impatient, she tapped her foot and rolled her eyes. 

I took a deep breath and walked straight up to her. "Becca, I shouldn't have to tell you the good things about myself-"

"And why is that-" She rudely interrupted.

"-Because that's the best part about getting to know someone. Discovering a person by-yourself, not by what people have told you..." She didn't say anything. I figured it was a queue for me to continue. "...There are a lot of good things about me. Oh and another thing, You're not invisible. Well to me, you're not invisible. I have known you for a long time, I just never really talked to you. I want to get to know you though, I want us to get to know eachother." I don't even know half the things I'm saying. I stopped myself from rambling on. I stopped myself from telling her something I never want her know.

"Ok." Her smile was adorable. 

I nodded my head and walked by her side to our next class.

I don't want to give the impressions that I secretly love her or something. I don't. I am just very interested in her, I'm not sure why.

Out of no where, some unknown kid was yelling in the courtyard, In front of Becca and I. I remembered what our teacher said about some weird kids acting up today. He must be one of them.

"...FUCK THIS PLACE! FUCK YOU ALL! I WILL MAKE YOU WEAK AND WORTHLESS PEOPLE REALIZE WHAT IT IS LIKE! WE WILL SHOW YOU HOW IT FEELS!..." The kid kept shouting the same thing, repeating himself over and over. 

"What's going on with him?" I got closer to Becca, making sure she was safe from the aggressive kid in front of us.

"Damn. And I thought I was having a bad day. I hope he turns out alright."

"Why do you care? He's basically insane. Do you hear him right now?"

"Yeah. I care Because I know how he feels. He just decided he couldn't hold it in much longer." We watched as security took him away. 

I wonder what Becca feels, what she thinks. She said she knew how that kid felt. Does that mean she is angry or that she is sad? I wonder if she has told Zayn about it. For the rest of the day, She is the only thing on my mind.

What makes me so attracted to her? She is such a mystery, I am determined to solve.