Latch (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

5. Detention

The day seemed to drag on and on until it was time for Harry and I to go to the detention room. I can't believe I'm in detention, my mums gonna kill me.

"Hey hey, if it isn't little miss badass herself!" Harry chuckled, pushing me.

"This is your fault and now we have lines to write." I sighed.

The detention room was just a classroom really. It had loads of little single desks and there was strict rules, shut up and do your work.

"Oh god yeah, you've never had detention before have you?" He asked, wearing a smile.

"No I haven't and if you're gonna make fun of me I-"

"Hey." He cut me off "I'm not going to. Just come in, yeah?" His small dimpled smile made me give into him.

"Oh good you're here. I have papers to grade so I'll be in 411, I trust you'll stay quiet here by yourselves." Mr Swan rushed out past us and down the hallway, leaving us alone in the detention room.

"He just left?"

"He always does." Harry laughed

I took out my phone and searched through my twitter feed, as per usual I had no interesting notifications. I felt Harry's eyes on me, and a strange tension I'd never felt before.

"What?" I asked the dimpled boy, but his dimples were nowhere to be seen now. His gaze was strong and serious.

"Nothing." He shook his head.

I decided not to delve into the complex mind of Harry Styles and ask him about it, instead I hung my head and continued checking through all my other accounts. I had that feeling, you know when you can tell someone's moving but you're not looking at them, how you can tell someones really close to you.

A long strand of blonde hair fell on the side of my cheek, I went to brush it away but someone else had, Harry.

I turned to look at him, his eyes were a dark shade of green, not the usual twinkling emerald but a deep forest green. It was like looking into a river of mixed emotions. He looked confused, yet nervous, yet... Lustful?

"What's-"

I couldn't finish my sentence. A pair of lips wrapped around my own, moving slowly and carefully as if savoring the moment. His hand slid through my abundance of curls and the other cupped my cheek. I was so caught up in the kiss, I forgot who it was with.

I pulled away first, leaving us both breathless.

"Harry, why did you do that?" I panted, regaining my breath.

"I-I don't know. I honestly, I don't know. I-I'm sorry Liv, fuck." He stuttered and stood up, pacing back and forward whilst tugging at his curls. I could see the confusion and anger in his face and I stepped in from of him.

"Harry, calm down. It's okay." I pleaded with my best friend.

"No! It's not okay! I can't just do that, I don't know what came over me. I mean, it's you?!."

"Just calm down, it's not like it means anything, that'd be weird."

"Yeah. Weird."

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The rest of the week was okay. Harry and I decided that our kiss was stupid and it ment nothing, which it didn't. And now, it's finally Saturday. My mum also apologized and said what she said to me was uncalled for and she was just exhausted. I can see her point, I dong get enough sleep and I get detention and accidentally kiss Harry.

Avery and I got on really well in English, he loves literature, like myself, he loves art and poetry but the only negative with that boy is, he hates music. I mean, music is my only hobby (unless you consider Netflix as a hobby) It's all me and Harry ever do, listen to music and wish we were those famous artists getting paid to do their passion.

"Olivia!?" Mum shouted, then I hears her feet pounding the staircase.

"Yeah?" I asked when she entered my room.

"A letter came addressed to you in the mail." She threw me the white envelope and it floated down on my bed. Mum left leaving me and the mystery letter alone.

I never get letters? Who in God's name even sends letters these days? I looked at the handwriting, quite jagged edges on the letters. It looks like it was written on a bus.

Miss Olivia Price,
Holmes Chapel,
Cheshire,
England.

I know what it is! It's probably an early birthday card from my nan or something. I carefully unfolded the envelope.

Hi little sis....

Oh my God.