Demons

Chapter 48

I saw Harry today. He decided to show up to Mr. Thompson's AP European History class, but didn't sit next to me like he used to. He forced an innocent boy out of his seat in the back, while everyone stared from me to Harry. They all knew. They knew that we broke up; they just didn't know the reason. But I knew.

If I said before that all I wanted was to see him, it was a lie. I missed him, of 'course. I missed his touch and his kiss and his affection and his laugh and his smile. And everything about his old self, the one that I fell for. But seeing him now, with his new and not improved badass personality, showed me just how much I really missed him.

He was never a real bad boy. He just played the game and used the façade. But he played me and tricked me into loving him. I could never hate or resent him, like all my girlfriends told me to. They said it would make leaving him easier, but what did they know? They never kissed him or experienced his charms on the first date. What Harry and I had was real.

And I hated myself for allowing that to happen.

"Hey, miss daydreamer. What year did World War II start?" Mr. Thompson literally snapped me out of my 'daydreaming.'

"Uh, I- it started around-" I stammered trying to buy time for him to grow impatient and give the answer.

"1939." An all too familiar voice rose up from the back of the classroom, and the girl sitting next to me gave me a dirty look when she heard me groan.

"Thank you, Harry. But next time remember that you are not Miss Abrams." Mr. Thompson said, with a fake smile on his wrinkled face.

"Though that's probably who he wants," the boy that was forced next to me muttered, and I hid my face into my arms on the desk.

I was thankful that there were only two months left of school where I had to endure comments like his. At least college had no drama. With high school, on the other hand, drama fueled the students and gave them drive to come back. Though, I was way too ready to leave.

Waiting extremely impatiently for the bell to ring, I blew off Mr. Thompson's lecture on the English and French soldiers during the war and went on my phone. A text from an unknown number caught my eye.

Well, look who found your number... -M.

Malcolm was so creepy. Who gave it to him? I knew Zayn would never do that. Unless he was forced to give it to him... Or maybe Malcolm took his phone? It didn't matter; all that did was that Malcolm now had it. Immediately, I blocked the number and turned my phone off.

Fortunately, the bell rang, dismissing everyone for the day. Mr. Thompson assigned textbook work and reading a few chapters for the day, and then I was out of there. I had a lot to do today: take care of Hosea's kitten Mila, meet up with Ava and Damian, homework, and work a shift of two hours at Rusty's. If I followed everything according to plan, my day would go smoothly.

But nothing ever goes according to plan.

There was a firm grip on my hand, and my fingers were forced to interlace with some guy's. And that guy turned out to be the one and only, Harry Styles. He pulled me through the crowds of people, taking the lead to some side exit that he always pulled me through.

"Harry, stop. Whatever you were planning to say or do, just don't." I said, quickly pulling away from him.

"I stopped talking to Niall." He explained. My heart melted inside of me while I watched his beautiful jade irises avert my face.

"Really?" I couldn't tell if I was happy that he did or upset that I split them apart.

"Yeah, after what he did to you? No fucking way would I stay friends with him," Harry finally faced me, and I saw anger and hurt in his expression.