Freedom with Styles (Harry Styles Fan Fiction) [COMPLETE]

Sierra and Harry

He never looked cuter. It also helped that when his eyes met mine, they were smiling, despite the rest of his face was sullen and moody. I didn’t even realise Harry had moved from his spot near to the room, to his desk until I heard his chair scrape against the floor.

I blinked, and he continued to stare at me, his eyes twinkling from restrained happiness. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy. And he’s looking at me!

“So anyway, make sure you organise some time to do this project in your free time, because I guarantee you, it will take the entire month to complete it, and if you don’t want to go overtime, then I suggest you focus your efforts on this project” Mr Hanson told us, before instructing us to collaborate with our partners about the project.

I turned to Harry, but he was in the same position as before…staring at me. I blushed under the intensity of his gaze. This is it. My chance to ask him

“Uh…so um, d-do you maybe uh…I don’t know…do you want to meet up at the lib-”

“We can meet at my house” Harry told me, speaking for the first time. I smiled shyly, twiddling with a piece of my hair.

“O-okay…um, w-when would you-” once again, Harry cut me off.

“Straight after school, if you like?” he offered. I nodded, before realising I didn’t know where he lived.

“Um…where do you-” he leaned forward.

“I’ll bring you there and drop you off. Don’t worry” he murmured, smiling a breath-taking smile. My eyes widened, and the only air I had left in my lungs disappeared with a whoosh.

“O-okay” I whispered, smiling at him. He smirked, before turning to the front, when Mr Hanson began to talk again.

****

I was walking a daydream for the rest of the day. Imagining me and Harry driving to his house. Hanging out. Having fun. Soon, it’d become a regular thing. We’d carpool…he’d ask me out…we’d date…get married…ohhh...Married to Harry Styles!

I was walking toward the lunch room when-

“Hey sl*t!” I jumped out of sexy honeymoon dream, and turned to see a pissed Olivia. I cocked an eyebrow, wondering what got her panties in a twist. Oh yeah…most of the male student population. Hehe. But anyway…here she was, and her eye had this weird twitch to it, and I was vaguely wondering if she was having an allergic reaction to all her plastic surgery.

“I told you to stay the f*ck away from Harry! You think that just because he tried to end it with me, you can walk in on my loving relationship?!” Loving relationship? I snorted.

“B*tch, he dumped you because you cheated him, didn’t you?” I asked her smugly. She sniffed daintily, her shoulders tensing.

“It was a misunderstanding…and it’s none of your damn business anyway. Besides, we’re gonna get back together soon anyway. So keep you filthy paws of my man” she snarled, and I scoffed.

“You’re the one that spread her legs for every willing man, so don’t blame me when a decent guy comes along that doesn’t like your dirty offers” I snapped at her coldly, and she sniffed, forcing tears to come to her eyes. She’s used that trick many times; to teachers, students, other parents. I never fell for it. “Don’t even play b*tch. Leave me the hell alone. Unless you want another black eye” she winced, and took a step back, fear in her eyes. Serves her right.

I turned around, whipping my pony tail in her face, and strutting away, my long legs encased in sexy leather black pants, and black heels.  I had on a tight red tank top, and my leather jacket. Oh yeah, I looked badass today.