Ill change my mind

Sophie is kinda bullied by Harry well they hate each other a any rate. Will they stay hating each other? Will they become friends? Will they become more then that? Read to find out!!!

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10. Chapter 10

Sophie's POV

I was walking through the hallway at a leisurely pace, seeing that I'd made it to school ten minutes before the bell rang. I hummed the tune from my childhood and nodded to the very few people who acknowledged my existence. As my locker came into view, I couldn't help the smile that graced my face.

Harry, in all his glory, was leaning against my locker, gazing off into the distance and looking a bit troubled. I thought about walking up to him, but I decided to stop for a moment and simply admire his features. Butterflies filled my stomach as I took in his defined and utterly gorgeous jaw line, my eyes trailing to his build. He obviously had some muscles underneath his simple black t-shirt; a color that was simply amazing on him. I brought my eyes up to his face once again, smiling at the disheveled curls, messy, but somehow looking confident and purposeful. I was a bit taken aback at how much I was studying him, but his expression nearly made me gasp.

This was not cool, calm, and collected Harry styles. This was not the cocky prankster everyone saw. His eyes were clouded with insecurity and confusion, his eyebrows furrowed in what looked like both hurt and concentration. I sighed at the feeling of growing sympathy for the annoyingly attractive boy in front of my. I started walking to my locker again, trying to act like my heart wasn't beating erratically.

"Yeah, I totally saw you like an hour ago, but I was relishing the fact that you were – quite obviously – checking me out,Fletcher," Harry said, a cocky smirk gracing his features.

I rolled my eyes, but didn't try to deny it. He moved out of my way so I could reach my locker and I opened it, not really paying attention, simply moving out of familiarity. I froze when I felt a hand slip into mine and I looked up at Harry. His eyes were downcast. I glanced down at my hand, which was being held, and I noticed that the hand was entirely too pale to be Harry's. Oh.

"Niall," I said happily, looking up into the startlingly blue eyes. He smiled down at me and winked, causing me to laugh. I didn't blush, however, like I would have had Harrys been doing the winking.

"Hey, Sophie" Niall said, squeezing my hand and releasing it so I could resume my locker business. He looked up to Niall and gave him a nod. "Harry," he said, acknowledging him. His voice sounded friendly and nice, causing me to smile. Niall was a great guy, he really was. Whoever he ended up dating was truly lucky. I let my gaze linger on him for a second before turning to Harry.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly, honestly a bit worried by the overly mad expression on his face. I noticed that his jaw was constantly clenching and unclenching. His eyes flickered down to me and the anger left his expression as he put on a smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Catch you two later." He walked away, jogging lightly over to his football friends. I let out a breath I was unaware of holding in.

"Damn, Sophie. You've got him wrapped around your finger! Did you see how pissed he was? That was almost laughable," Heath said, chuckling a little.

"I feel bad, and I have no reason to. He looked so upset," I muttered, wondering why I was feeling a pinch of guilt for the guy who insulted me on a daily basis.

"I didn't even have to do anything. All I did was stand next to you and he got mad. He's the jealous type, obviously. I hope he doesn't punch me. I'm a tad intimidated after that glare I got earlier," Niall said, sounding a bit nervous. I started laughing. It was so odd; seeing someone as built as Niall being afraid of Harry. I shook my head and started getting my math book, since I already had the binder thanks to last night's worksheet.

The bell rang and Niall gave me a quick hug, kissing me on the forehead. I found it comforting, but it didn't cause me to blush or anything. Then he chuckled. "He was looking," Niall said in a singsong voice. "might as well wear a lime green shirt saying 'I'm Jealous' ." I laughed and he smiled before walking away to his class. I shut my locker, spinning the dial with finality and turned to walk off to Mr. Toops class. I didn't feel very confident about the homework last night, to be honest.

I placed the worksheet in Mr. Toops desk like usual as I entered. After a moment of debate, I took a seat next to Harry. Just because I was making him jealous on purpose, didn't mean that I couldn't still be his friememy.

"Do you like him?" Harry asked suddenly. I was a bit taken aback by the intense stare he was giving me, almost calculating.

I sighed heavily. "Um, yeah," I lied. I mean, I liked Niall, but after this morning I knew for sure that it wasn't the same way I liked Harry. "Why?"

Harry sighed dejectedly. "He likes you, too," he muttered. I felt bad at the look on his face, but he instantly changed his expression into a smile. "You gonna go get him? The guy looked so lovestruck when he asked my permission to date you. Honestly, I thought it was odd, him asking my permission? What do I have to do with it anyways? We hate each other," Harry said with a smirk.

I laughed a little. "Well, I don't know. He's really nice and all, but I need to get to know him better. I don't think it was odd that he asked your permission. I mean, it's easy to infer that you have this massive crush on me, seeing how you got so jealous the other day," I said casually. Harry jumped in his seat, causing his knee to hit his knee.

"I wasn't jealous! And there's no massive crush! Not even a minor crush! I swear! Why am I even defending myself, you should just know that I couldn't ever like you," Harry said, his voice sounding bitter with the last sentence.

I raised my eyebrows. "And why not?"

"One, we hate each other. Two, I've made it clear I don't like you. Have you ever listened to me? I insult you all the time. I mean them." Harry averted his gaze to the front of the room as Mr. Toop started teaching, but I wasn't finished with the conversation.

"You know," I said, my voice venomous, "I've heard that guys insult the people they actually like." I flinched as he let out harsh laughter.

"Oh, please, Fletcher. Read that in a magazine? People only say that so when they want to believe the people that actually hate them like them," Harry said, voice emotionless.

"Why in the hell would I want you to like me?" I asked, my voice getting a bit louder. I hardly ever cursed, which would explain the surprised look on Harry's' face. "I'd never would like someone as spiteful and selfish as you! You can't even own up to the fact that you were jealous."

Harry stood up. "Because I wasn't! I never will be; you don't mean anything to me!"

All eyes were on us, but I didn't care at all. I stood up to face him. "If that were the case, then you wouldn't be trying so hard to defend yourself, Styles," I said in a calm voice.

"I'm defending myself to prove to you that you're nothing to me. You aren't even the person I hate anymore," he said lowly. I was trying to ignore how close we were, but it was simply frustrating me. I took a step back. "Can't control yourself?" he asked mockingly.

"You wouldn't care about my opinion anyways! I'm nothing to you!" I yelled. "It wouldn't matter to you if I cared about you. It wouldn't matter to you if I actually was checking you out this morning. None of it would matter!"

"You're right, it wouldn't! I don't give a stuff about you. However, for the record, I know you were checking me out," he mentioned cockily. I laughed mockingly.

"God, you are so damn full of yourself! I can't believe that I thought for one second we could get along," I said, disbelievingly. "I'm so stupid."

"Agreed," he said harshly. Before I could stop myself, I punched him. He stumbled back, holding his jaw. "Um, ow?"

"Go to hell," I spat, turning on my heel and leaving the classroom, ignoring the way everyone was staring at me, the calls from Mr. Toop, and the pain in my left hand. Without thinking about it, I headed for the music room. Niall  was sitting in a chair leisurely, playing a guitar. As soon as he saw me, my face red from anger, he sat down his guitar and ran over to where I was.

"Hey, what happened?" he asked softly. "Do I need to kick some ass?"

I lifted up my bruised hand and smiled sarcastically. "Well, I already punched his jaw. Which was a bad idea, considered that was one of the only things I actually liked about him," I muttered.

Niall sighed and brought me over to a chair, sitting next to me. "So, what made you punch him? Good job, by the way," Niall said, ruffling my hair.

I smiled a bit in triumph. "Well, he was being rude..." I recounted the whole conversation, mentioning how close we were standing; everything. "And so I punched him. Then he was like, 'ow'. That's all he said. I told him to go to hell and left. Can you believe that?".

Niall chuckled. "I probably would have punched him, too. Gee, it's crazy how rude he is, but you can tell that he's head over heels. He just can't accept it," Niall said, nodding his head in understanding. "He cares about you, too much, and he doesn't know how to take it. He must  be used to just hating you..." I sighed heavily, putting my head in my hands. Niall rubbed my back reassuringly.

"Dave is going to kill me," I mumbled. Then I let out a half insane laugh. "It will be worth any punishment though, his face was a picture." I stood up along with Niall. "Should I apologize?"

"Not until he does," Niall advised. "I wouldn't anyways. He seriously screwed up, and he started it" I nodded and he pulled me in for a hug. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Yehh ill be right, I just don't know what I'll say to him, you see we work in the music room together and it's the only time  he is ever nice to me and what if that's not the case ..." I trailed off, starting to feel a but guilty. "I shouldn't have hit him."

"1) you should of, probably not in public because now you'll get punished, and 2) don't worry about talking to him act like nothing happened unless he brings it up finally 3) stay strong don't apologise unless he does." I sighed and gave another nod as Niall pulled me in for a Horna hug, they are the best. "Back to class?"

"Yeah," I told him. "Thanks."

"No problem, just don't let him treat you like that again," Niall said. I promised and left the music room, dreading going back to Mr. Toops room. I did not want to do this.

I hesitated at the door, my hand reaching for the handle, then pulling back. "Don't bother, he's sent us to the head teacher," I heard Harry say, somewhere behind me. I turned to see him, shrinking on the floor, his jaw looking bright red. He looked really irritated,  I rolled my eyes.

"Thanks for the tip," I said as I walked away, heading to the office.

"Wait," Harry said suddenly. This better be good, I thought. I sighed loudly and turned around. He walked up to me, standing directly in front of me. "Don't get excited; this is in no way an apology," Harry said sarcastically. I scoffed and backed away from him.

"I'm going to the head–"

"Look, just wait. I'm trying to figure out what to say." He paused and looked around, probably scanning the halls for people. "For one, I'm totally pissed you hit me. In my jaw. I sort of want to high five you and punch you back at the same time," he muttered. I wanted to laugh, but I held it in. "It really did hurt. You punch hard." He pouted a little, making me want to smile again, but I didn't. "I'm not exactly happy for what I said, but I'm not sorry about it either."

"Great. Then I have no reason to talk to you," I said, turning away from him and walking to the office. He grabbed my hand, making me squeeze my eyes tight as butterflies made their way into my stomach.

"Sophie," he said, softly, intertwining our fingers. I shook my head once before taking my hand back and continuing to the office. I just couldn't handle that. No matter how angry I was at him, he could still make me want to forget it all and be friendly with him again, simply because he held my hand. As soon as I entered the reception, I let out a large breath and dropped my hands into my pockets.

"Ms. Gardner?" a lady behind the counter asked. "We got an e-mail from Mr. Toop..." I nodded. "Oh, well, go on into his office," she said, gesturing to Mr Oliver's office. I took a deep breath and walked in.

"Hey, Ms..." he paused. "I'm sorry, who are you? This must be your first consequence, I haven't seen you before."

I nodded. "Yeah. My name's Sophie Fisher." He shook my hand.

"Well, what'd you do?" he asked, casually sitting up in his chair.

"I, um, punched um another student," I said, hanging my head low in embarrassment. Much to my surprise, he looked like he was trying not to laugh.

"Oh, god, who?" Mr. Oliver asked, his eyes twinkling.

"Um, Harry Styles?" He let put 

"That prick deserved it, I'm sure," Mr. Oliver said, sending me a smile. "Hey, tell you what, it's your first consequence... ever. Therefore, I'm letting you off the hook. And I'm sure he really needed to be punched, so I won't hold that against you." I laughed and nodded.

"He deserved it alright. Thank you, sir," I said. He waved it away and I said my goodbye. I walked back to Mr. Toops room, feeling happy at the situation. It wasn't really as bad as I thought. When I entered class once again, I actually got an applause. "What?" I asked, confused.

"He needed a good punch," a kid stated bluntly. I laughed and agreed as I took my seat. Harry wasn't here, so I assumed he was either hanging out in his car or still in the hallway. Class only had a few minutes left, so I started packing up my things.

"What'd you get? Detention?" someone asked. I looked up to see someone who I recognized as Eleanor Calder. She was twirling her hair around her finger.

I shook my head. "He let me off the hook, since I've never been in trouble before."

"Lucky!" she said in a high pitched voice. "I cannot believe Harry said those things! He's always so nice to me!"

"That's because he likes you. You're pretty," I muttered.

Eleanor laughed. "Thanks, hun. But I'm pretty sure it's you he likes."

I sighed loudly. "Why does everyone keep saying that?" I questioned aloud.

"Because it's true," Eleanor said in unison with a few other eavesdroppers. I shook my head, putting my head in my hands. How come everyone else sees it? All I see is a boy who can't go 5 minutes  without passing me a insult. "You'll see," Eleanor quipped.

Before I could reply, the bell rang. I groaned, not wanting to go to Ms. Nimmos class. I wasn't ready to talk to him. I made my way to my locker slowly, dragging out the situation. I tossed my books in my locker haphazardly, walking ever-so-casually to the Music building. I groaned yet again when I was told we were going to the studio things. Ms. Nimmo probably assumed it was because I was tired or didn't hear , but she didn't say anything. Maybe she already knew. She seemed to stay pretty informed.

I walked to the studio, trying to ignore the guilt I felt rising. Harry had sounded sincere when he'd said my name, before I walked away. Hopefully he wasn't mad anymore. I wanted to pretend like nothing was wrong; like nothing had happened. Just like Niall told me. I wanted to go back to the simple jealousy game, and I wanted Travis to take back all the terrible things he'd said. I wanted –

I gasped loudly as I was pushed up against the wall. I had hardly noticed that I entered studio. I looked up to see who was pressed up against me. Lovely.

"Styles," I greeted, trying to ignore the feeling I was getting at our closeness. He was resting his forehead on mine as though we did this everyday. I saw a smile playing at his lips; which made it really hard not to stare at them.

"Fletcher. Quite a show you put on, don't you think?" Harry asked. He didn't sound mad, he sounded a bit... playful?

"You aren't mad?" I asked in surprise. He laughed lightly.

"Not anymore, I'm not."

"Why?"

He sighed. "I realized that I needed a good  punch. My breath hitched as he buried his face in my shoulder. "God, I wasn't even mad for that long. I tried to stay mad, but I couldn't."

"Why?" I asked, almost silently. He shook his head, taking a deep breath.

"I have idea what so ever," he muttered. His breath on my neck was annoyingly pleasant; I didn't push him away. "I'm sorry," he said, so quietly, I wasn't even sure if I heard it. "I didn't mean any of that. I never mean what I say to you when I get mad. I just... lose myself a little. God, I'm sorry." Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around him in a hug. He sounded so broken,  I couldn't help it. He sighed happily. "Forgiven?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I guess. I still hate you a bit though," I said, my voice still a whisper. He chuckled and pulled back, simply staring at me. "Can I help you?" I asked, a bit irritated at his gaze.

Harry lifted a hand to rest on my cheek. "Remember that day, where I told you that you didn't look bad?" I nodded slowly where was he going with this. "That wasn't all of the truth. You are really beautiful, Sophie. Don't let anything that I say let you doubt that." I smiled at the ground, hating the fact that I started blushing. Harry pulled away from me, tucking my hair behind my ear, a bit hesitantly. "Shall we?" he asked with a genuine smile, gesturing to the instruments'.

I smiled back and nodded. Before he could turn away, I tugged on his shirt, pulling his ear to my lips. "Listen here, Harry. We may be all friendly right now, but I will murder you with a guitar if you ever talk to me like that again. Understood?" The shiver he gave as my lips accidently touched his ear made me smirk in triumph.

"I see you spoke to Niall," he grumbled. I laughed, causing him to shiver again, considering that I still had my lips to his ear. "I understand."

"Good." I pushed him away gently, chuckling as I saw his obviously blushing face. He took notice of that and glared at me.

"Rude," he muttered.

I raised an eyebrow. "After what you said to me earlier, I have every right to chuckle at you blushing." That shut him up real quick. He averted his eyes and picked up the guitar as I went to  the piano. Travis still hadn't moved away from his guitar. "Stoll can you please stop making eyes at the wall for just a few minutes and help me practise? I know you only get to see the wall a couple of times but I doubt it will change."

"Sophie!" he protested. "I was making no sort of 'eyes' at the wall! It's a wall for crying out loud! I like humans."

"Wow, you didn't even specify gender. Something I should know?" I asked jokingly.

Harry rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Dear God, I am in no way gay," he said, rhyming
"Bisexual, then? I should have known!" I teased.

"Sophie!" Harry groaned. "I'm not gay, or bisexual! I like girls, only girls! A lot."

I shook my head and feigned surprise. "I'll believe that when I see it," I said, laughing.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge?"

"Do you want it to be?" I shot back.

He glanced me up and down and bit his lip for a moment. It was horribly attractive on him. "I think I do."

I gasped. "If I didn't know any better, styles, I'd say you were flirting with me."

"And if I didn't know any better, Fletcher, I'd say you were enjoying it," Harry replied instantly.

I raised an eyebrow at that. We shared a smile for a moment before I turned around to the piano playing a little tune. Maybe I was enjoying it a little. Even though we still hated each other for the most part, I was glad that we made up. I mean, he's my friememy. This banter we had going was nice. I frowned, thinking about the things he said. He'd said  he didn't mean them, but the fact that he even thought them hurt me. He was right of course I was checking him out this morningBlack really was a great color for him. It made his eyes look darker, but prettier. I admired his arms as I wrote down some notes .

"Again?" he asked, smiling at me. "Really? Twice in one day? Going for the new record?" Wait he saw I was looking at him

"Well, I can't exactly help that," I mumbled. Ah, sugar. I said that out loud. Luckily, he didn't hear, or he was pretending he didn't.

"Thank you," he said suddenly. He looked a little surprised at himself.

"For?" I prompted, after a few beats of silence.

He shook his head. "I suppose for forgiving me. I mean, the things I said... They were really bad. God, I feel so sappy. Where's asshole Harry?" Travis said, basically talking to himself.

"I don't know, but I like this Harry  better," I said honestly. Much to my amusement, he blushed. I chuckled a little.

"Fletcher..." he warned.

"Sorry! I just find it cute  when you blush," I told him, surprised at how outgoing I suddenly was.

He shook his head. "You just like torturing me."

I shrugged. "Maybe a little." Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes. He threw me his lyrics and gestured for me to read them over for him. I complied nodding and we played the melody together (what makes you beautiful) together, not really talking. For some reason, the silence wasn't awkward, like I was so sure it was going to be. It was actually a very comfortable silence, content even. I couldn't help but frown when the bell rang. I was actually enjoying this.

"Hey, don't look so down, babes," Harry said with a wink, as we were walking back.

"I'm not," I replied defensively.

"Why are you trying so hard to defend yourself?" he asked mockingly.

"I'm defending myself to prove you mean nothing to me!" I replied, copying his words from earlier. He flinched, the smile dropping from his face. Without warning, he pulled me into a hug
"Believe me, Sophie. As much as I want for that to be the truth, there's no way you could ever mean 'nothing' to me, ever again," Harry whispered in my ear. It sent chills down my spine, but in the best way. I buried my face into his shoulder, like he'd done with me earlier. I bit back a smile and he held me tighter. "I'd love to hug you all day, but, sadly, I have to get to class," Harry said softly, as if afraid of breaking the moment.

I pulled back and smiled slightly. "Wow I never thought I'd see the day Harry went to class," I said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and smiled as we made our way into mrs nimmons classroom.

"So... I'll see you... later?" Harry asked, putting a hand on the back of his neck.

"I do suppose I'll have to see you tomorrow," I said, pretending to sound annoyed. He grinned and chuckled, staring at me. I cleared my throat. "Class?"

"Right," he said, jolted from his obvious staring. "Um, bye." I waved at him as he left. The second he left the room, I bounced up and down on my feet, not really jumping. I was really happy right now. I had this all over warm feeling and a small smile on my face as I picked up my things before rushing to Mrs evans history class. We had a sub, thank God, who hardly looked up as I entered. She was on her phone, clearly not paying attention.

"Worksheet's over there," she mentioned casually. The girl looked pretty young, texting away. I decided to not worry about it as I grabbed the paper and started working.

"You look happy," Liam said from in front of me. He was turned in his seat, digging through his backpack, probably searching for a pencil.

I shrugged. "Good day."

He laughed. "Yeah, I'd be having a good day if I punched styles, too," Liam said, high-fiving me. "Good job, by the way. Everyone is talking about that. I bet he's mad, though. He gets pretty mad easily, from what I hear."

"Well, he was pretty mad. Then we talked it out, he apologized, and it's all good," I said, talking easily with Liam.

"He apologized?" He sounded genuinely surprised. I nodded. "Wow, he hardly ever does that. He must really like you." I blushed and laughed a bit nervously. Liam, being as unperceptive as he was didn't seem to notice, simply turning around in his seat and continuing his work. I breathed a sigh of relief, writing down an answer.

I jumped when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Thankfully, no one seemed to realize but me. I unlocked it and raised an eyebrow when the text was from Niall.

Hm... A smiling Styles just entered third period. Something I should know? – Niall

I smiled and typed back a reply.

LONG story. Coffee after school? – Sophie

I had barely picked up my pencil before his reply came.

Not at lunch? – Niall

I sighed. I couldn't tell him at lunch. I'd start looking at Harry, which would give him another reason to tease me. No, I definitely don't need that.

Once again, long story. Plus, I don't want to start blushing in front of everyone... – Sophie

I answered a multiple choice question before Niall texted me back.

Oh, the plot thickens. Can't wait! xx – Niall

I smiled and put my phone back in my pocket, resuming my work. I wanted to go into another room and squeal like a little preschooler with a crush. I remembered how close we'd been standing, and I shuddered as I thought about his breath on my neck.

God, I needed help.

I walked into art and grabbed my halfway done masterpiece. I only had a few more things to add, Harry's' name included. I stared down at it. Art had never been my calling, but I was actually pretty proud of my work so far. Maybe I could do initials? Would that be obvious? I sighed heavily. Feeling bolder than usual, I muttered a "what the heck", and wrote his name in the Sharpie I was holding, right in the middle of my paper. It looked decorative, flowy and pretty. God, did I have and artsy side? Then I notice what I'd done, and immediately wanted to hit myself and mark it out, but I decided against it.

"Oh, well. It seems like everyone thinks we have this undying love for each other anyways," I grumbled, drawing designs around his name to make it look more artistic than it was.

"That's looking wonderful, Ms. Fletcher..." Mr. Bailey (a/n hae I already given him a name?) said, walking past me. "I liked your list the best actually. Most people just wrote the normal things. Mom, dad, a color, a book, a movie. Nobody really wrote anything personal or quite specific, like you. I think it's very brave. I'd also like to congratulate you on punching him," Mr. Bailey said with a chuckle. "From what I hear, he's quite the nuisance. I'm glad I didn't get Mr. Styles in one of my classes..." I laughed and nodded. He was pretty lucky. "Keep up the good work," he finished with a nod, moving on to another student who was confused on how to draw something.

I sighed and looked down at the name, obviously the focal point of my art. Mr. Bailey  seemed to like my picture, sadly, so it'd probably be displayed. I laughed, thinking about how bad Harry was going to blush when he saw this. That was going to make my embarrassment worth it. I couldn't deny how adorable Harry  looked when he was flustered. I'd been so horribly, shamelessly flirting with him today.

What surprised me even more is how well we both seemed to be enjoying it.
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"Tell. Me. Everything," Niall  ordered, the moment I took my seat in front of him. He handed me a cup of hot tea and waved me on, obviously anxious.

I sighed and explained how I'd been slammed up against the wall, Harry burying his face in my shoulder, apologizing, to the major flirting, and finally the hugging. When I finally finished, I was smiling and no doubt blushing.

"Wow," Niall said in amazement. "You guys hop from loving and hating so quickly, it's amazing. Anything else?"

I shrugged. "I mean, when I walked to my locker he winked at me but not flirty or cocky just like content type thing .

Niall  thought about this. "He respects you for punching him, I think. It's probably the first time a girl has ever really stood up for him. And what will the slamming up against wall and hugging, I think he's thinking about his feelings more, probably coming to terms with them–"

"Ever thought of being a psychologist? Or majoring in human behavior or something?" I asked, amazed at how well he seemed to read people.

He looked thoughtful. "Not in particular. I mean, that's what my cousin does, human behavior and such. I guess I just learn a lot. She talks out loud when she studies, and I guess I subconsciously absorb what she says..."

"Well, if your music thing doesn't work out, I'd consider it," I said genuinely. He nodded gratefully.

"So, can I just say that everyone who is anyone was talking about how you punched Harry Styles? You'll probably have an article written about you in the school paper," Niall joked. I laughed and shook my head. "Seriously though, even the teachers found that piece of information exciting!"

I nodded. "Yeah, Mr. Bailey was congratulating me... I never thought I'd get such positive response for punching someone."

"Maybe it's the 'someone' you punched," Niall said, chuckling. I smiled and drank the last of my tea.

"Well, I have home work, sadly. I'll see you soon," I told him, standing up. I leaned down and gave him a quick hug. He ruffled my hair in a brotherly way. "Stop," I said with a frown he just laughed it off as I turned and walked to my truck.

I definitely liked Harry.

"I like Harry styles," I said aloud in my car, testing the words. I shrugged. They sounded pretty normal. Niall was becoming more and more like a brother to me, but he was definitely a good friend. I still wanted to hear him sing, or at least see him play the million instruments he's learned how to play.

I'd gone from punching Harry, to being pushed up against a wall by Harry , to flirting with Harry, to hugging Harry all in one day.

Wow.

 

 

a/n OMG I'm so so so sorry i haven't updated in ..... How long? 

To be far I have no excuse until resently I had exams, some details may have changed tbh I can't remember what's already happened? They will start to update more promise!!

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