Mental

Chapter 33- Snake

My body felt so light. Like I had no more worries left in the world after Noah and I's talk. He comforted me and didn't make me feel crazy. He was way more mature than any other 17 year old I knew. I'm so lucky.

After we talked Noah headed off to class and I made my way to the library for my free period. I smiled at the librarian as I made my way toward the back in the little nook where I liked to do my homework. Away from all the noise and chatter. 

I sighed as I sat down on the bench, placing my notebook on the table. I began to read over some notes from last weeks class when I heard a pair of boots smacking against the linoleum floor. I glanced up and saw Harry staring down at me. 

He took a seat and placed his interlocked hands on the table. "Hello." He smiled, his voice low. "So you've got a boyfriend?"

"So you've got a girlfriend?" I shot back. I glared at him, my eyebrows knitted firmly together. "Can I help you with anything?"

He let a small smirk show before leaning forward a bit. "Not particularly. I was just wondering how you've been doing? How are your new meds?" 

I felt uneasy as his demeanor shifted. He was acting like a friend. Someone who cares about me. Like before. 

"I'm doing just fine. Care to explain to me why you told Noah everything." I snapped, trying to keep my voice hushed. 

"He's my mate. He needed to know, you're kind of a loose cannon." He jabbed back. There was the Harry I had grown to hate. "Not great to start off a relationship on lies." 

"I was going to tell him at my own pace, asshole." I spat, starting to put my books away. I couldn't even look at him anymore. "Would you just leave me alone already? If your plan was to tell Noah in hopes he'd break up with me you failed. He was completely understanding and caring because he's not a fucking sociopath like you." I zipped up my backpack and slung it over my shoulder.

"He didn't break up with you?" Harry questioned, looking confused.

"No, he didn't. Cause he's a good guy. Unlike you." I muttered before walking away. I can't believe he's still trying to ruin my life. What's it going to take for him to move on. 

Harry's P.O.V.

I walked into the locker room for gym and saw Noah getting changed. "Hey mate." He smiled, looking up at me. "What's up?"

"You didn't break up with Madeline?" I questioned, placing my bag down and starting to change.

"Nah, man. This is perfect." He laughed, pulling his shirt over his head.

"I thought you didn't do 'damaged' girls." I looked over at him remembering the plenty of conversations we've had about girls we've fucked. He used to specifically say he'd never get with a girl with issues cause they're 'too much work'.

"I normally don't but at my last school I started hooking up with this crazy girl and she started to like fall in love with me or some shit so I could do whatever I wanted. She liked me cause I was so understanding and caring toward her." He slipped on his sneakers and looked up at me. "Dating fucked up girls is great because you can do whatever the fuck you want. They'll pretty much listen to everything you say, you can still fuck other girls because they are so in love with you they don't even care."

"Yeah, but why Madeline? There's like a ton of fucked up girls." I chuckled, trying to play it cool. I could feel my face getting hot.

"Based off of what you told me, it doesn't get much worse than her. I mean daddy issues, trust issues, self esteem issues and past boy issues? Gold mine." He rested his hands on my shoulder, a huge grin on his face. "What? You jealous that you let her get away? Gotta play your cards right Styles. You could've been banging her and a ton of other girls. Keep her around so my mom stops asking if I've got a girlfriend but still fuck the girls I want."