Escape // h.s

Anna Stilinski is just another girl is this mundane, god forsaken hellhole of a town, just as everyone else is, until she meets Harry Styles. When things begin to change in Anna's life and town, everyone begins to blame Harry. What will everyone think when she begins to defend him? What happens when her past is exploited to the public, no longer her own desperate little secret?

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3. Chapter 3.

I place all of my papers neatly inside my folder and close it, shoving it and my pen down into my bag, zipping it up, and throwing it over my shoulder. I grab my phone from my desk and begin to walk out.

"Anna, hey! Wait up!" I hear Harry behind me, but frankly, I'm not phased. I really don't have the time to stop and talk to some charming would-be bachelor. Okay, I do, I just don't want to. Honestly, who does he think he is with those damn intoxicating, piercing jade-green eyes and that beautiful mop of hair on top of his forehead, and his damn black skinny jeans and converse? Fuck. He's Harry fucking Styles, that's who he is, my subconscious glowers at me. No shit. Shut the hell up. Before I can pull my thoughts together and make it out of the building, a hand is rest upon my shoulder, and I jump slightly before turning around.

"Harry, you little shit," I glower through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw.

He laughs and holds his hands up in defense. "Geez, I'm sorry. I was just trying to get your attention. You don't have to publicly castrate me and shove it down my throat."

I laugh. It's not your balls you should be worrying about, Harry. "Sorry, I just..." I trail off. Why the hell am I explaining myself to him? I don't need to explain myself to anyone, especially not some too-good-for-you kid that tries to be all bad ass. My subconscious nods and I inwardly laugh at her. You would agree, wouldn't you? "It's fine," I breathe.

Harry inhales a sharp breath, as if scared, before letting it go and sighing. "Okay. Hey, I was wondering.." Oh god, here it goes. "I don't really know my way around the campus. I've only been here for a few hours. Would you maybe, um, show me around?"

Oh? That's all? See, not everyone wants to take you out then fuck you, my subconscious is glowering at me once again, but then again, I can see why you would think that. She frowns, weakly kicking her foot against the ground. Oh, Anna, not this again. "Sure, why not? You're not a rapist, are you?" I joke.

Harry's mouth sets into a thin, awkward smile for a second before he releases it. Oh god, he is, isn't he? I frown. Abruptly, he laughs, casting bewilderment upon me. "No, I'm not a damn rapist. Are you crazy?" I most certainly like this cheeky little bloke. Little? my subconscious gasps. What's little about him? And for once, I finally pay attention to the details that are Harry Styles. His shirt is nearly skin tight, making each of his stomach and chest muscles extremely prominent. His arms are.. oh my. Honestly, I wouldn't mind gripping those things unbearably tight, gasping for air underneath him. Careful what you wish for, my inner goddess smirks and my subconscious agrees. I push them down, not wanting to test those waters yet. Consequently, my eyes dart to his pants. His damn.. oh. my. god. I silently revel in the sight that is Harry Styles: his ripped body, inked with tattoos, and his tight pants. Extremely tight. My inner goddess winks at me and my subconscious glowers at her, stomps her foot, and walks away. I inwardly laugh at her again. She's so damn stubborn and uptight.

"You ready?" Harry asks, bringing me from my reverie. Huh? I look up at him, confused and flushed crimson for being caught. His smirk proves my embarrassment. "Aren't you going to show me around?"

What'd you think he meant, stupid? Let's go have sex? My subconscious has returned, more scowl than ever. No, of course not. I awkwardly laugh. "Yeah, um, sure. Let's go."

He reaches out his hand and I take it, completely befuddled by this beautiful man in front of me.

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