Midnight Crew [Punk Harry AU]

"You're parents are right, bad boy's aren't any good but then again, good boys aren't any fun."

"We're a family can't you see? We have our ups and downs cause we're broken souls, but we're broken souls together."

"I may be a dim shattered light, but even the dim illuminate"


4. T h r e e



Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Get back to your own seat Hailey.

Quickly, I squirmed back to my seat trying not to look like a weirdo. I placed my rear end on my own chair just as Harry was halfway down the aisle. I eyes slowly looked down at my marble top desk as Harry finally took his seat.

Come on Paterson, say something!!! Act cool!!!!

Pffft, as if, I was never one of those “cool” kids. Back home, I probably had 2 close friends, and THEY ended up stabbing me in the back, once they found out my brother was gay. Yes, the ovary exploding hunky piece of meat that is my brother, is gay. Anyways, I’m getting off topic.

I looked up at the clock, 9:15, first period ended in 30 minutes. I sighed, I think I was the only one that didn’t have a book cause from the looks of it everyone’s face was buried on scene 1 act 2. I rested my head on my right hand just waiting for time to pass by when I had one of those weird eye contact moments with the teacher, he did a double take, and looked at my naked desk, with no book on it. Slowly he opened his mouth.

“Miss Paterson, I know you don’t have the book and I’ll give one to you as soon as possible, but for today, would you mind sharing with Mr. Styles, Please?”

My eyes widened as everyone and their nosy selves turned around and faced me. Causing me to turn red in the cheeks. What could I say? No? HA, as if.

Shyly, I nodded my head in agreement but not before looking over at Harry, I mean for all I know, maybe he didn’t want to share his book with me. The teacher raised his eyebrows at Harry, he shrugged his shoulders.

“Sure, I’ll share the book with the Yankee”

I sighed, as everyone watched as Harry scooted his chair next to me, causing my left shoulder and his right shoulder to touch. Wait… Did he just call me Yankee? What does that even mean? New York Yankees? Was that meant as a compliment? Ehhh… I’ll take it as I compliment.
I smiled slowly to myself, when a felt a little nudge on my left shoulder. I looked up at Harry who had caught me smiling to myself. Great, now he thinks I talk to myself.

My smile dropped immediately as Harry’s green eyes began to signal the teacher, he raised his eyebrows as well. I frowned, What is he doing? Is he trying to tell me something?

I looked around the classroom, pupils staring me down, making me feel all squishy inside. I looked over at the teacher, “We’re waiting, Miss Paterson.” Waiting? Waiting for what?

I looked over at Harry, “Read scene 4” he whispered to me, his husky voice traveling to my left ear, causing me to fringe a bit. Oh!! Wow, great now I look like a total empty headed American. Quickly I dashed my eyes through the sentences until I found the beginning of scene 4. I began to read.


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