Gabrielle never suspected she'd fall for the bad boy type, until she met Harry. The misunderstood flirt who is told he need's a tutor to pass Biology. That's where Gabrielle comes in, his new tutor. Harry's never been the 'romantic' type but he can't help but fall for her, but when a demon from Harry's past returns with bad intentions involving Gabrielle how far will Harry go to protect her?


3. Impossible

Harry's P.O.V 

I walked into biology ; last period. Finally. "Styles, will you ever be on time to my class?" Mr. Dillon groaned, "I wouldn't count on it!" I said slumping into my seat. He began talking about our test and I could feel myself slowly zoning out, my thoughts traveling to Gabrielle and Zayn, the way he looked at her. Determination clearly etched in his eyes as if he'd stop at nothing to get hurt, but not  if I had anything to do with it. I would never let him touch her again, and was for sure going to make that clear at Megan's party tomorrow night. I snapped out of my thoughts at the annoying ring of the school bell, I stood up and began to walk out, I wasn't paying any attention too busy texting Gabrielle. I was so out of it I ran into someone, a girl, her books went flying on the ground "Sorry," I mumbled grabbing them, "Its okay, your hot!" she said with a smirk, this girl looked all too familiar ; Angelique. "Uh, Thanks?" I said awkwardly handing her her books, "Anytime curly," she said with a wink before walking off. I stood there and I couldn't help but feel something in the pit of my stomach, something I hadn't felt in years. Scared. Scared because I would have normally grabbed her and thrown her into the nearest bathroom fucking her brains out , I mean, exactly what she wanted. Scared because I was into girls like Angelique not Gabrielle.  I liked the sluts not the classy girls. That's how its always been.  And now Gabrielle was  the only girl in my head, she caused my last few sleepless nights. My thoughts would wander off to the sound of her voice, or how she felt wrapped in my arms. Her scent, her hair, her laugh. Everything. Gabrielle, it was her who was doing this to me, making it impossible to stay guarded, to grip this bad boy exterior. "Harry!" I turned to see Gabrielle walking towards me, "Hello," she said walking up her binder and a few books in her hand. "Hi," I whispered, "Everything alright?" she asked, "Yeah, whatever. Let's go." I said coldly, I couldn't let her get under my skin, I wasn't going to fall for her and this would be the easiest way. "Are you okay?" she asked concerned opening the door for me. I didn't answer, "I drove my car to school this morning so I'll follow you back to your place?" she said smiling. "Whatever," I said grabbing my keys from my pocket. She walked over to her car, it was nice as well, a white BMW. I could tell she came from money. Probably having everything handed to her, spoiled. My thoughts on her quickly turned negative. She climbed in as I climbed into mine and we drove off.  We pulled up to my flat a while later, she climbed out on the phone her eyes seemed so sad, so dark. "Since when did you ever care about me? What I want?" she screamed throwing her phone back into her car. I was kind of surprised by her harshness, something I'd never seen her like before, she ran her hands through her long brunette curls before sighing. And then I saw them, tears. Slowly and silently fall from her eyes, she quickly wiped them away on noticing I was staring. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, "No, its okay," I said before walking towards the door. Every part of me ached to wrap her in my embrace but, I couldn't. I just couldn't let my guard down, and I wasn't going to get hurt. Not again, not ever again. I opened the door an watched her grab her phone and bag before slowly walking up trying to get rid of any trace of tears. She walked in, "Well where at?" she asked happily, it was sad because I could tell she'd done this before, and she'd had to cover this up many of times. She acted as if it never happened and she was happy as a cherry. She kicked her shoes off, following  me into my room, "Whoa," she said, setting her bag down, I watched her eyes dance from the glass windows to the huge book shelf all the way to my King size bed, fluffed with white sheets, pillows, and comforter.  She walked over plopping herself onto it laying on her back, her arms spread out as if she was about to make snow angels on a fresh blanket of snow. She sighed, sitting back up and looking at me, "Tell you what, its Friday and I honestly don't want to study lets just.. get to know each other?" I suggested with a smirk. She laughed rolling on her side propping herself up with her hand, I couldn't help but imagine her there, sex hair and a white sheet wrapped around her breasts. Smiling wide because I'd just given her the best night of her life. I knew hen and there   I had feelings already for a girl I met a day ago. And this was my problem, falling too hard with no one to catch me when I crashed, but then again  who was I kidding, I couldn't keep my guard down around her, that would be like me giving up sex ; impossible. 

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