Two Can Play At This Game (A Harry Styles Love Story)(Completed)

"Erm, well this is awkward," a voice that I'm am so familiar with, breaks Dave and I apart and too look at this boy. 

There Harry stood with his eyes locked on mine, anger in his eyes then he looks at Dave, giving him the look he use to always give boys who hugged me all those years ago. His curls messily brushed to the side and water pricked his eyes, he had tears in his eyes? No that impossible he broke up with me remember, his white polo hugged his upper body perfectly and the black blazer hung there the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his navy blue chinos fitted perfectly around his waist. 

"Did you want something?" I sneer at him Dave moves more closely to me and places his hand around my waist. At his touch there is nothing there, not even a spark. Harry glares at his hand then at Dave.

"Well its next period and the teacher sent me out to look other two of you," he frowns at me,

"Well you found us," I remark rolling my eyes at him as he stands there shocked at my reply,

“Yeah, umm are you coming back to class, or staying here.” Harry stammers, struggling to get his words out.

“We might as well go back to class we already have a detention and I don't want two,” Dave shrugs pushing himself up from the ground into a standing position. Offering his hand I take it gratefully and stand up myself, the whole time Harry stared at us.

“Right, well see you in class,” Harry says before turning his back and walking off the field and into the massive building back to class.

Dave and I just stand here awkwardly looking at each other, our hands still holding together.

“Libby, did that kiss even mean anything to you?” he asks, giving me a half smile, is it bad to say that it didn’t to me? That I find Dave fit but nothing else.

“I don't know,” I sigh looking down at the ground not wanting to look him in the eyes and see the hurt. “We better get back to class,” I add turning to walk away, but then get pulled back when I remember that I'm still holding hands with Dave.

“What can I do to change your mind?” he whispers to me walking over and standing in front of me so I couldn’t go anywhere.

“I don't know, lets go,” I mumble walking past him and letting go of his hand, walking side by side but not closely we walk into the classroom. The whole room falls silent as our media teacher glares at us.

“So nice of you to actually come to class, there is only to seats left luckily but they aren’t sat next to each other.” She snarls at us before walking back over to her desk and hands us a sheet. A detention form no doubt, gazing around the room in search for the two seats left, Dave has already is sitting down beside one his mates, and the only seat left was next to Harry. Groaning, I trudge long the cream tiled flooring, and slump down onto the seat.

Harry doesn’t speak a word, but out of the corner of my eye I see that he is intensely staring at me, frowning as well. Leaving me to feel self conscious, Dave laughs uncontrollably with his mate not even bothering to look at me. Sighing with annoyance I take out my phone and click the Twitter app, I guess the one good thing about where I am sat, the teacher can't see what I am doing which means it perfect to go on my phone.

Sliding my finger up the screen of my phone to get the page to move down so I can view the tweets, I hear Harry chuckle. Turning around at raising my eyebrow at his, he does it back. Returning my concentration onto my phone I see a tweet that reflects what’s happening at this moment. ‘Sitting next to your ex in class, #AWKWARD’, I retweet the post, knowing that everyone will see it and maybe Harry will too.

“Ok, well you get on with the work if you need help just come over and ask me!” the teacher announces, I never did catch her name. Looking around the messy and over flowed with pictures classroom in search of her name, I notice on the message board above my head it says Miss Reeves. The name suits her, I think to myself, but then I realise that I haven’t been paying attention to what was said in the lecture. Sighing in annoyance again I mind around in my bag to look for my pen, but it is not in there. Letting out another huge sigh noticing how bad this day is going and it is only the first day, I turn around, to see a boy, with side parted black hair and circular glasses on, working his way down the page of work.