Sex Lessons [h.s// fanfic]

Chapter 54- Promises of a poet

S t e l l a

"Please." He added silently, yet keenly. It tugged at my heart horribly, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to keep that promise to him, I had to speak to Niall, I needed to.

"I can't, Harry.." I took his hands in mine as his face hardened like stone. "There's something going on that I need to handle with Niall. Just please don't be upset?"

"How can you tell me shit like that and expect me not to get angry? What shit do you need to handle? What's going on?" He snatched his hand away from mine and searched my eyes for  answers, for his sanity, for a way out.

"I-I..." I had no way to answer this myself. I didn't even know what was going on between us, all I knew was that Marcel was onto him, and now I'm onto both of them. No matter what Harry says I'm going to have to speak with Niall.

"Answer me." He growled.

I hated how he had a mind set of my having to give him answers all the time. I had no problem telling Harry the truth, but not when he was trying to pull the words straight out of my mouth himself. It irritated me and made me feel a little more less powerful than I already was. He always wanted the upper hand. 

I frowned. "I don't have to answer to you. Just know that I'm going to talk to him and you're not going to stop me," I could feel my pulse beating through my ears as I swallowed hard.

"You're getting real bold Stella, real bold," He retorted with a dangerous husk dripping from his voice like honey.

"I'm not getting bold. You  just don't know what it sounds like when I stand up to your bullshit."

Silence.

I pushed myself off of the locker and pushed at his chest. "I need to go," I avoided his eyes, and he avoided mine.

He pushed his hair up against his forehead, signaling stress and clear aggravation.

"You're gonna go talk to him aren't you."

"I am."

He clenched his jaw and took a firm hold of my forearm causing a sigh to draw from my lips.

"Please, don't let what happened last time happen again." he whispered distantly.

I gulped anxiously. Hopefully what happened last time won't happen again. I'll make sure to properly distance myself from Niall so that there won't be any sure way of our lips connecting.

I nodded and reluctantly, he let go of my arm watching me slip away as I padded down the hall and around the corner towards the back of the school.

H a r r y

She's a fucking irrational thinker. Everything she does she doesn't think twice about it or she doesn't fucking think at all. She should know that Niall likes her, that he has fucking feelings for her, yet she's acting oblivious to it. 

Part of me is telling me to go after her and follow her, I feel like I'm letting her slip away to the arms of another, and I hate the feeling that's clawing and ripping at my stomach thinking about it. I almost feel nauseous, but I swallow down everything, and instead take the folded piece of paper in my pocket and rip it into shreds. 

I may regret doing that shit, I probably am but I leave the paper shreds in front of her locker and leave.

S t e l l a

Niall as I suspected was in the back of the school, his back against the yellow painted brick and his head up to the sky.

I cleared my throat to make my presence known and his head snapped and our eyes locked.