Crave you

"No goodbye kiss?"

(Dakota's POV) *One week Later.*

Harry opens the car door for me, waiting till I get out to grab my hand. I look up at my School, the tall building looking even more intimidating then it did the last time I was here, I shiver not only because of the cold weather but also because I know today's going to be rough. Harry leans against the car door, pulling me along with him by my waist until my head is resting on his chest. We were the only ones here, I had to get up early and get my missed work. 

"Are you sure you want to go today? I could always tell them you're not feeling well." Harry says into my hair, I shake my head. I was dreading today, but I wasn't going to back out anymore. I had to get my shit together sooner or later, and I couldn't always expect Harry to help me out. The good news is that I was back at work, my bruises were gone, and Harry was now my boyfriend. The whole relationship thing was a bit confusing at times, a bit insane if I should say.

We weren't public yet, but I have spotted paparazzi at my job form time to time. Harry's phone beeps, pulling me from my thoughts. My Father is still missing and I have a feeling he left the United Kingdom all together, which I guess you could say I'm happy about. 

"I have to go love," he smiles, "we have a photo-shot." he says, talking about him and the boys. I haven't seen any of them since my second day at Harry's. They always came when I was asleep, or when I'm put at work.

"I'll see you later." I say and start to walk away. Harry clears his throat, turning I see him arch his eyebrow.

"No goodbye kiss?" he pouts and I laugh making my way towards him, he engulfs me in a tight hug before gluing his lips onto mine. 

I pull away," Bye Harry." I turn and walk towards the school, I thanked God it was my last and final year in this hell hole. I open the large glass doors, the halls were empty. Walking to the office I smile at the receptionist when she looks up at me. She was a plump women with spectacles on the tip of her nose.

"I see you're back." she says and looks at me over the rim of her glasses, her sharp brown eyes glued to mine. 

"Yeah, um my Dad needed help with his medication and all." I lie,"He just had surgery." I lie again, she looks at me worriedly.

"I'm sorry honey."

I sigh,"Yeah me too." I mutter, so she couldn't hear me. She licks her index and thumb, going through a file of papers before handing me my schedule. 

"Have a good day dear." 

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"Dakota you're back, Where the hell have you been?" one of my friends Heather asks me as we walk down the long school hallway, people pushing past us. The fact that we were seniors came in handy, especially when people were in our way. If a Senior walks past you, don't hesitate to move. Of course I never had any real intention of hurting someone. 

I laugh,"Yeah, things got a bit.." I trail off," Complicated." I finally say, Heather arches her eyebrows her long red, brown hair falling over her shoulders. 

"Your Dad?"

I nod,"Yeah. I've been staying with someone for the past month." I didn't know if I should mention Harry or not, but what's the worst that could happen? I trusted Heather.

"Yeah," she bumps into my shoulder," Who is he?" 

"What makes you think I'm staying with a guy?" I ask, even though I am. Heather laughs, her head falling back.

"When a girl says 'I've been staying with someone' that usually means it's a guy," she raises her hands up in defence,"Unless you're a lesbian." I smack her arm playfully.

"I'm not lesbian." 

"Who is he?" she repeats, I chew on my bottom lip. Would Harry care? We were going out public in a few days anyway, I just hope I make the right moves an decisions. Heather waits, we were now standing in front of out French class. 

"Harry.." 

"Harry who?" 

I bite my cheek,"Styles." The look on her face was priceless, yet scary. I don't know if she is about to burst out screaming or just stand there paralyzed. I wave a hand in front of her face, trying to get her attention.

"You've got to be shitting me," she pulls my arm,"The Harry Styles?" 

"Agin how does everyone know about him, but I didn't even know who the lad was till a moth ago." The bell rings, people trying desperately to get to their home rooms.  Heather gives me a look.

"You better not be messing with me." She points a finger at me,"This is serious shit."

I hold my hand to my heart,"I'm not. Swear it. You can meet him today if you would like, he's picking me up." Heather nods furiously, I pull her into class and we sit down in the very back. The whole period I can tell Heather is trying to keep in all her questions. I find myself rolling my eyes when her knee start to shake up and down. 

"Calm down will you?" I whisper

"I can't handle it."

"For fucks sake women.." I snap

I hear someone clear their throat,"Have something to share with us Ms. Olsen?" My teacher Mrs. Beckham asks, her arms folded across her chest.

"No Ma'ma." 

HI DEARS, SORRY IT'S SHORT! I promise I'll do an extra long chapter tomorrow! (: I love all the comments and votes! They make my day, keep it up lovely people! Oh and do any crazy MOFO'S  know an app that can make trailers? I want to make a trailer for Gravity and Carve you. LOVE YOU!! XX