Life Goes On (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 8

"Get away from me!" I scream and try to run away but my feet won't budge.

"Aww aren't you cute." The tall man says while pushing me into the corner.

"Stop!" I plea and push against his chest, only to receive a painful blow on the side of my face. I can taste the blood in my mouth but right now that is the least of my worries

"We are just gonna have some fun." The other monster says as he tugs on my jacket. I can't form any words. At this point, I'm panting for air because I've been choking on my own tears for way to long. I push and shove only to be slapped and thrown to the floor.

"No-!" I scream and wake up, finding myself drenched in my own sweat. It was just a night mare. I glance at my clock, it's almost 7:00 in the morning so I need to get up now if I want to shower. I get up quietly and pad over to the dresser to find some clothes to wear. I honestly have no idea why I'm being quiet when I'm the only one in this room. I decide on wearing a plain black t-shirt and my new, white studded shorts and take them with me to the showers.

After showering, I curl my hair and apply light makeup before wearing my new baby blue vans and heading out.

Like usual, I try avoiding contact the with the people around me and make my way to my art class. My first hour goes by rather quickly, with Sia and Leah's amazing company. When the bell rings, I say good-bye to the two girls I've started to love and head to English. When I arrive, I make my way to the back of the room to sit in the seat I sat at yesterday. When I turn my attention towards the front of the room, I see a guy with dark brown hair walking towards me. Please don't sit in the seat beside me..please.. Of course, he sits right next to me.

"Hey." He says as he sits down

I gulp nervously and plaster a small smile on my face. He gives me a grin and scoots his desk closer to mine. Is he serious? I shift uncomfortably and try to make myself look busy by writing down the assignment in my notebook.

"I'm Josh." He say and leans closer. He looks at me while I try to control my nauseous stomach. "And you are?" Can't he tell I'm uncomfortable?

"Kira." I say bluntly, keeping my eyes on my notebook. I don't know why I am being rude; I hate that I'm like that now. He gives me a glare but I pretend to not notice. An hour in this class feels like days but I try to look occupied by doing my assignment and controlling my heart beat. After I finish writing, he leans in and continues flirting,"What are you doing later." He asks while staring my body up and down and licking his lips. He is absolutely disgusting.

After taking a deep breath, I finally speak,"Can you leave me alone?" I say, talking slightly louder and scooting my desk away. I can't believe this. He gives me a devious smirk and stands up to come closer. Before I can do anything, he is already standing in front of my desk. I sit completely frozen as he squats next to me and places his hand on my thigh. My heart is beating at a dangerously fast pace and I start to feel tears prick my eyes.

"You're a feisty little bitch." He says in my ear and walks away when the bell rings. I can't help the tears from slipping out of my eyes as I pack my stuff up and rush out. I know I'm over reacting but I can't help it and now, to top it all off, I have a class with Harry. I quicken my pace and hurry to my World History class even though I know I have plenty of time. It's not like I really want to be there, but I just don't really want to walk through a crowd of people in my crying state.

I wipe my eyes to get rid of the makeup smudge and left over tears as I walk into the classroom. When I look towards the back of the room, sure enough, Harry is sitting in his seat making direct eye contact with me. I actually thought that he would be late, not earlier than I am. I quickly look at the ground and walk to my seat, feeling his eyes on me. I huff in annoyance as i take out my notebook and a pencil. I quickly sit down and throw my backpack on the top of my desk. Of course, my pencil goes flying and plops down on ground. As I reach to the side to grab it, I feel Harry's hand brush against mine. I immediately gasp and jerk my hand away. His flinches slightly, almost looking a bit taken back by my behavior. I wish I wasn't as scared as I am. I don't know when and if I'll ever overcome my fear.

After a long pause and awkward silence he finally speaks, "Uh here." He say, while carefully placing my pencil down on my desk. When I look up at him, his eyes are still confused but he doesn't say anything.

"Tha-ank you." I stutter while picking up the pencil.

He shocks me when he asks, "Were you crying?" His voice cracks at the end and he shifts in his seat uncomfortably. When I look at him, I see sympathy in his eyes along with uncertainty. He has something different about him. His eyes are full of mystery I guess you could call it. When I look at other eyes, I just see dullness. Is this the same Harry as yesterday?

I quickly shake my head 'no' because why would he care and why would I tell him?

He quickly scoots his chair back, stands up and walks away without saying anything else. What just happened? I see him standing across the room chatting with a group of friends and flirting with a pretty blonde like nothing had just happened. I'm relieved when the bell rings, so I pack my stuff up and wait. As I'm waiting by my seat, Harry makes his way towards his desk to grab his stuff.

"You do know the bell rang right?" He says rudely, while smashing his notebook in his bag.

"Uh yea I'm just waiting until everyone leaves." I say like it's obvious. Why am I explaining myself?

"You're so strange." He says mostly to himself. "Well come on." He says and turns around.

"What?" I say in confusion.

"You do realize we are the only ones in here. I'm pretty sure everyone left already." He says with an eye roll and strides back over to me. "Come." He says and grabs my arm. I immediately flinch and push him backwards slightly.

"I know how to walk." I say quickly and rush out of the room. My thoughts are a jumbled mess right now. I really don't want to see him so I bolt out of the never-ending hallway and run towards my dorm.

As soon as I lock my door I decide to rest and lay on my bed. After about 10 minutes of complete silence, I hear the door open. I actually thought that I wouldn't see Toria today, even though she lives here. Surprisingly, I kind of miss Toria, even though I only met her yesterday. But, when the figure strides into the room, it's not Toria, it's Harry.