A Risk Worth Taking (Harry Styles S/A)

Harry may be the school reject, but to one person he's much, much more.

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1. A Risk Worth Taking


Right, I am going to tell her, I'm going to tell her, I'm going to tell her, fuck there she is, what was I thinking?! I can't tell her!

Nicoleta sauntered boldly towards me with a smile so beautiful it did strange things to my stomach; I smiled back as she stopped in front of me.

Bloody pissing sodding heart, just calm down. My heart was beating almost painfully in my chest, the thud-thud, thud-thud so loud it almost deafened me... I'll bet she can hear it too...

She was closing in for a friendly hug, great now she'd feel it too. For the first time in my life I willed my heart to stop beating all together.

"I thought you weren't coming in today? Lack of English homework and all that." She was so stunning, no beautiful, no perfect, no... flawless. Ergh, that would have to do. But no word in the English dictionary could describe her. 

“Yeah I changed my mind.” Because of you, I LOVE YOU LETA, I LOVE YOU WITH EVERY FIBRE OF MY BEING! “I'll just say Dusty ate my homework or something...”

“Oh yeah because the teacher really won't see through that overused excuse.” Nicoleta chuckled sarcastically and rolled her beautiful chocolate eyes; she linked arms with me and began pulling me away from the lockers. “Come on Hazza, you may be able to charm the teachers into forgiving everything you do but if I'm late I'll get a week’s detention.”

Maybe I should elaborate, see I've been in love with her since we were like... 5 or something? Well, okay that's an exaggeration, at the age of 5 I was a bit scared of her thinking she had some disease which I'd catch if I touched her or even stood next to her... cooties and all that. But as soon as I was old enough to be sure, I knew I loved her. 

It sounds so cliché to admit this but she's not like anyone I've ever known before, she's my ideal in every way. With gorgeous brown eyes surrounded with thick black lashes and dark brown hair falling below her shoulder blades in nothing short of effortless perfection, she's around my height but with a smaller frame. Her skin is sun kissed and smooth, not a single blemish (she's the envy of all the girls in school and yet she's so completely oblivious of how beautiful she is) and on top of all that she's clever too, witty and kind. Talented and compassionate. 

Honestly, I'd be more surprised if I wasn't in love with her. 

“Ergh, Shane asked me to prom this morning.” She explained as we started down the corridor, “In front of all his friends, expecting me to say yes.”

“And err... did you?” I tried to sound as incredulous as I could but I couldn’t stand the thought of her being with anyone else, does that make me selfish? I'm not sure I care if it does...

“Harry, do you think I'm that stupid? He's a pervert! I'd rather have my eyeballs gauged out with a rusty spoon.” That was something else I loved about her, her beautiful exotic Greek accent, every word she pronounced was like music to my ears. And somehow, even though she was talking about gauging out her own eyeballs, she still sounded sweet. How does she do it?!

Oh god. I'm an actual loser. Maybe an obsession this intense is unhealthy?

“Plus, I was hoping someone else would ask me...” She mumbled quietly staring down at her worn converse. “But he hasn't.”

Oh great, so she DOES like someone. “Who is he? Maybe I could drop a hint for you?” Or warn him that if he comes within a five mile radius of her I will rip off his testicles and make him eat them. Not that I'm bitter or anything...

She sighed heavily and shook her head, “You can be so dim sometimes.” What? She couldn't be talking about me? I'm Harry, I eat my own dead skin, I'm the school reject. No way could she mean me. “At the risk of embarrassing myself and ruining a decade long friendship I value above everything...” She began; she closed the distance between us and placed a soft lingering kiss on my lips. 

Okay, I'm no expert (I've kissed a grand total of 1 girl in my life and it was a dare, we were both drunk and she denies all knowledge of it now) but it was incredible. The spark that I'd always felt seemed to explode and cause shivers to roll down my spine and an army of butterflies erupted in the pit of my stomach, instinctively I placed my left hand on the back of her head and pulled her body closer with my right arm. 

It was like we were the only people in the world, of course that wasn't the reality – the reality was we were indulging in an incredibly passionate kiss right smack bang in front of my English classroom where my entire class, teacher included, could see. But they were irrelevant, I didn't care. All I cared about and all I could think about was Leta and her soft lips on mine. 

“Maybe I should lose my homework too; detention doesn't seem that bad now I know you'll be there.” She whispered as she pulled away, my lips were humming and I found myself staring down at her plump lips curled into an attractive smile. 

“Wow, Leta, I...”

“I'm sorry if you don't feel the same but it's the end of the school year and I have to know if you do feel the same... what we could have is definitely worth the risk.” She just summed up perfectly everything I was feeling too. I don't know why I didn't realise till this second that yeah, telling her I loved her was a giant risk – but if she felt the same, it would be the best thing I'd ever done. 

“I love you.” I blurted out, still holding her body close to mine. 

The small smile that had been playing on her lips turned into a grin, “I love you too.”

For god only knows how long we stood staring at each other with huge smiles on our faces, I'd never been one for public displays of affection – in fact, if I saw a couple doing what we were doing I'd have rolled my eyes and told them to get a room – but all that melted away with Leta. 

“Harry are you gonna stand out there with your girlfriend all day or are you going to actually do some work today?” I was only vaguely aware of the external voice. Leta giggled and wriggled free from my arms, I instantly missed her. 

“Meet you later, I can't wait.” She smiled playfully as she walked backwards away from me. 

My head spun, a side-effect from the most incredible kiss I'm assuming, “Neither can I!” I called after my girlfriend. 

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