Break you || Harry Styles on hold

✓ Chapter 2

Break you

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Spencer's point of view

"Wanna sit with us at lunch?" Rachel hums as we walk out of our fourth period.

"Sure, who do you sit with?"

"Well I sit with Louis, Callum, Niall and Ava."

"Okay, well. This isn't going to be awkward at all." I say as we walk into the canteen.

From the moment I stepped into the overcrowded area, a wave of sweat hit my nostrils, making me cringe instantly.

"Oh god, it smells like sweat, wet dogs and cat food in here." the reply I get is a very loud chuckle from Rachel and some guy that has his arm around her shoulder.

"Spencer, meet my boyfriend Callum. Callum meet the new girl, Spencer."

"I would like to thank you for standing up for my girlfriend Spencer." Callum says as he kisses my hand, just above the knuckle.

"If you don't get off my hand I will butterfly kick you back to Loompaland." they both look confused to why I am referring to Charlie and the Chocolate factory which kind of ruins the whole idea of the joke, "because he's really tanned and- forget it."

"I get it." another tanned being walks up to us but this time wraps his arm around my shoulders.

"I'm giving you five seconds to get off of me before I sucker punch you."

"Why are you so violent?"

"Another one of my lovely qualities I guess." I smirk as we sit down at the table, "I thought you said you hung around with four people, there are only two here."

"Where are Niall and Ava?" Rachel wonders out loud.

"Right here" I hear a thick Irish accent from behind us, "we got held up by the stupid fucking teacher. She said that if we came in late once more that our parents would be fined. What a cunt."

The pale blonde boy sits next to me and the girl matching his description, only with boobs and longer hair, sits next to Rachel and looks at me weirdly.

"Who's this chick?"

"This chick has a name." I snap.

"So what's your name chick?"

"My name is Spencer and yours chick?"

"I'm Ava; this is Niall, my brother chick."

Harry Styles

"There's a party tomorrow night." Zayn says, throwing a small pebble at me.

"So?"

"You are going to be there right?"

My mind wonders to the girl I met earlier today, Spencer Scott. The way her light brown hair flowed down her shoulders, her ice blue eyes throwing daggers at me every time I talk. She wasn't like the other girls in school; her motto wasn't dress to impress it was dress to be comfy. She was wearing a casual white shirt and jeans with a pair of combat boots. She was pretty nonetheless

"Harry!"

"What?"

"I asked if you're coming to the party."

"Who's throwing it?"

"Since when do you care?"

"Is it a problem that I care?"