No Strings Attached (Harry Styles)

Chapter Eleven

"I'm fine. Its you we should both be worried about" He says

"I'm fine"

"Harry, Alizah told me" he pats my back

"I'm fine, And if you still don't believe me I WILL be fine" I spotted Tay and ran down the hallway and over to her

"Tay" I yell out, she turns on the balls of her feet, her hair in perfect golden locks and her blood red lipstick giving of a dangerous look to her innocent appearance.

"Harry" she said flirtatiously

"Erm, wanna go out after school?" I asked a bit nervous

"Yea, I'll text you my address bye now" she scurried off to her class, the bell suddenly went off signaling it had been time for second mark, already. I rushed to class, completely forgetting I had her in that class, not to mention we would be spending the whole entire period together working on the project.

"GoodMorning class" our teacher greeted, quickly finding my seat I was surprised to not find her at her regular seat or in class at all. What the flying vagina's?

"Alright you guys know the drill, get to it" Mr. Chambers shooed, I desperately searched for her, where the hell was she? When I finally spotted a petite girl with a grey dull jumper I knew it was her. I grabbed her by her arm and pulled her into a vacant room, shutting the door behind us.

"Hey" I whispered, she didn't respond she just fixed her eyes everywhere but me

"Look I think we should talk"

"I'm going to change partners don't worry" she says low but I still heard. Perfectly.

"Damn Abigail Listen to me!" I yell, My body shuffles forward, placing my hands at either side of her head preying my body mass up in order to not crush her fragile petite self. I hovered over her, breathing heavily. She tried making a quick escape, but I just pulled her back and pushed her up against the wall. As an instinct her legs wrapped around my body, my hands still positioned at either side of her head as I leaned my head on hers. As I would inhale she would exhale, both our breathing slowly returning back to its regular speed. Her lips were just, literately, an inch away from mine.

"Listen" she whispered as I complied and begged her to continue silently. My silent request was soon complied as she finished her sentence. "Harry.. I don't love you, you, you were just a guy I would fuck occasionally.. My guy to turn to when I had nobody else. And al though we were never meant to be together, I just wanted to say, you.. Are not meant to end up with me, I don't know how to love" she whispered

"I'll teach you" I whispered, al though I will admit her words cut something. Something inside me and now as it permeates through my system it is destroying and killing something within me. What? You ask I have no Idea.

"No Harry, I thought I was in love with my first relationship but it turns out as I was reminiscing on my past it wasn't love.. It was this.. It was us. We started out as mess arounds and then that led to a relationship, I cared deeply about him. To deep if you ask me. And then we broke it off because we couldn't work. We were built on the wrong reasons. I don't know what a relationship is" she whispered, her voice breaking slightly

"I'm not him, this, us. Is not what you had before with that guy-"

"Harry" she sighed placing her hands on my chin and stroking my cheek

"NO. Let me finish, what ever you had its the past. Move on. I'm here right in front of you willing to love and treat you right and you shoot me down. I promised I wouldn't hurt you, so why wont you believe me?" I was desperately reaching out to what seemed like a walking corps, A lost soul, wandering around looking for the right person to morph into. Her wandering dull brown eyes, her depression was showing even through her eyes. Her beautiful hazel eyes, now a dull brown, why does she do this to herself?