Torn Up (Harry Styles/Bullying)

Chapter 5

Harry's POV:

I felt bad, but I couldn't help but gawk.
Everything just clicked in my mind.

The disgusting purse and the marker all over her books, it had to be her.

I didn't want to admit, but already I felt something growing in the pit if my stomach; butterflies. This girl was gorgeous I could just tell she had a perfect body. The only thing I didn't get was why she had makeup caked onto her face...

I sighed and looked back at the board and scribbled down the English notes I had missed while I was looking at mystery girl. My eyes gazed over the room and I felt dozens of eyes staring at me. I put my head down and gave my best smirk and continued writing down the notes.

My mind wondered though. Who was the unbelievably gorgeous girl right next to me? How old was she? Why didn't she get a new purse? Why did she wear so much makeup? Why did she sit so far away from me at the table? My head was spinning.

While Mr.Walker was talking I let my gaze linger on her face. Taking in her beauty even with the makeup. Her eyes were so pretty, her lips full and plump. Her hair was a dark brown and she was just gorgeous. I moved my gaze down to her purse again, it was dirty.

I was trying so hard to figure it out, could this be her. Maybe it was someone else? But it was that exact purse. So maybe this is her.

I looked her in the eyes and smiled big and then continued to take notes.

I started to spin my pen in my hand playing around with it. I dropped it on the ground and leaned down to grab it. I accidentally brushed my arm with Sandra's and a jolt of heat rushed up my spin. It made my cheeks flare up and I swear my heart started to pump so fast and loud everyone in the room could hear it.

"Sorry," I whispered,"I dropped my pen, didn't mean to hit you."

"M'fine. It's okay," she replied back.

Her voice was lovely and I smiled yet again. I barley knew her, yet she was already taking over my mind. Sometime about her was different, she was different and I liked it. Something have off the vibe that she was and she sure looked different, she wasn't fake.

I was thrown out of my thoughts when Mr. Walker told us we had 5 spare minutes left in class.

I whipped my head around to face this girl.

"Uhm, hello, I'm Harry," I told her with a small smile. She looked my way not holding my gaze.

"Sandra," she squeaked and then looked back down, cheeks flushing a dark shade of pink.

I was about to ask her if she was okay when snickering came from in front of me.

"Don't talk to the loser if you don't have too. She is one of the ones you try your best to avoid, I'm sure Mr.Walker will move your seat soon don't worry dude." All his buddies were slapping him on the back laughing with him.

"What's your problem?!" I retorted. I hated when people bullied others, when bring someone else down, nothing makes that okay.They all stopped laughing.

"Sandra here doesn't seem like she has done anything wrong, she looks quite nice to be perfectly honest. Here she is all alone in the back and you guy taunt her and she stays silent. I just don't get it..." my voice trails off and I shake my head.

"Look Harry, if you want to be cool just don't talk to her, yeah? I mean we do all if this to her because she deserves it!" he spat.

"He smiled a toothy grin, my names Zayn by the way," his eyes light up and shook my hand.

"Oh and this is Chris and the rest of my gang."

He was going to start talking more, but thankfully I was saved by the bell.

Thank goodness, I rushed out of there so fast and into the library for study hall.

We could do whatever we wanted as long as we were quiet. I smiled and walked over to the tables. I saw Sandra sitting all alone.

None of the other tables were occupied so everyone else must have ditched it was last period anyways.

I set down across from her a bubble of excited forming in my stomach. I just want to reach out and hold her check
and tell her how sorry I am for the bullying. I was about to open my mouth when her eyes meet mine.

I gasp quietly for a second. And then regained myself she has the most beautiful eyes ever. An emerald blue with flecks of green and gold. Wow.

We looked into each other's eyes for what felt like hour until she broke the trance. My heart started to feel warm again and I couldn't help but smile a small smile.

"Uhm..." she began.

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