The Player's Girl - Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 7- Misconceptions.

Anna's POV

This was one of those cliché moments that you'd see in a movie like Mean Girls. Except this was real life and its happening. I had to do a double take when I glanced over from chatting with Aiden, who I apologized to yesterday. It turns out he's an extremely nice guy that just moved here from The U.S.

Back to the moment.

The doors swung open with a loud thud and immediately, the sound of high heels clacking onto the cheap tile floors could be heard, overpowering everybody else. Conversations stopped, people gasped, mouths were wide open.

There stood Harry, Serena clinging onto his arm once again, thinking she owned the place. Harry held a cocky grin, making him look arrogant yet happy. But I saw through his façade. He could never fool me. He never could, never will. That's what happens when you grow up, being the best of friends with somebody. You always know what their emotions are, no matter how hard they're trying to hide it.

I tried to move, every ounce of my body screaming at me to tear my gaze off the 'happy' looking couple that walked in. Or should I say the new 'It' couple. Of all people did he really have to choose her?

I wasn't that surprised because I shouldn't be. I knew this day would come. The day Harry would get a girlfriend; the day he'd stop his player ways. But is he really stopping? Or is this just a cruel way of pissing me off? Either way, he's doing a good job.

I couldn't tear my gaze off of their intertwined fingers. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Harry was smiling, kissing her occasionally. Her caked on makeup rubbed onto his lips after every kiss. It didn't even look like he cared. But again, I can see through his façade. He was disgusted. It took everything in me, not to stride over there and tear out her fake bleach blonde extensions; to yank their hands apart. To wipe off the smug grin directed towards me.

As if he finally noticed me standing there, gawking like an idiot, we made awkward eye contact. He let down his guard. I saw everything in his eyes. I felt my heart clench with sadness. I did this. The anger; directed towards me. The hurt; caused by me. The love; for...Serena? And something else I can't read. That's strange, I've never ever seen that look in his eye before. Ever. What was that?

I finally got the courage to tear my gaze from his. I turned back and looked at the unamused Aiden standing beside me. I tugged on his arm, making him tear his gaze from Harry's smug smirk. From the corner of my eye, I was completely sure that Harry and Serena were having a full on snog session. Well, I could see it, and clearly hear it. I felt a pang of jealousy but forced myself to look away. My blood was boiling.

What a prick.                               

"Can you walk me to class?" I smiled weakly, making eye contact before grabbing Aiden's wrist and calmly walking all the way to my next class. I have a feeling Harry and I won't be talking in this class. We even get to sit next to each other, YAY!

Not.

"Bye Anna Banana, I'll see you later!" Aiden said, grinning before kissing my cheek and stalking off to his next destination. Why couldn't Harry be that sweet? 

"Sure, bye Aiden!" I yelled back across the hallway. Sighing deeply, I went to grab my seat. My teacher was pretty cool in this class. Harry and I sit in the way back. The desks were like lab tables. Long. And the seats have no room in between them. Yeah, this school is very old.

I tugged on my school uniform, I hated this uniform. I don't understand why they'd ever make us wear these? Who even designed these? They are absolutely horrid. Stupid wankers.