Note To Self (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter Thirty Seven.

"Harry, what the hell was that?" Liam demanded after Harry just stood and stared at him in silence.

Harry's hands fidgeted by his sides, unable to look Liam straight in the eye and lie. "Nothing, relax."

Liam looked Harry up and down, the evidence of his dishonesty written all over him. From his body language, to the mussed up appearance of his clothing. "Your zipper is undone."

Glancing down, Harry found he'd left the fly to his pants unzipped and promptly pulled it up. "So? Am I not allowed to pee?"

"I've been looking all over for you," Liam revealed. "You left Sophie by herself for, like, twenty minutes and she got worried and asked me to check on you, and I find you locked in the bathroom with Aubry. Are you kidding?"

Harry pinched his brows together, "I didn't realize you were my mother."

Liam shook his head disbelievingly, Harry's stubbornness conflicting with his own. "Don't turn this on me, you know this is wrong."

"I didn't do anything wrong."

"Taking a girl on a date and ditching her for someone else isn't wrong?" Liam pressed.

"I didn't ditch her," Harry defended. "I came to the bathroom because I was this close," he held up his hand to show a small space between the tip of his thumb and pointer finger, "to having an anxiety attack and Aubry followed me in." The taller boy scoweled, "Sorry I panic in uncomfortable situations and need time to calm down."

His friend backed down slightly after hearing what he said. He knew Harry had problems with panic attacks and understood what he went though when he had one, he'd watched him break down several times before. This one, however, was slightly different. "Harry, I heard you guys through the door. Don't act like you weren't doing something else with her."

Harry's cheeks involuntarily turned a slight shade of pink. "What did you hear?"

"Enough to know you're not telling the full truth."

He shook his head, refusing to admit what he was actually doing for two reasons. He didn't want to admit to his best friend that he received his first blowjob in a bathroom stall, and he didn't want to admit he was wrong. "It doesn't matter," Harry dismissed as he brushed past Liam on his way to the door. He went to leave, but not without ending the conversation by saying one last thing to his friend. "It's none of your business, and Sophie will never know."

He was wrong.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks as he stepped out of the bathroom, where he found Sophie to be standing, staring at him with hurt in her eyes. She heard what he said. He didn't get even half a second to explain himself before she took off running down the hall to get as far away from him as quickly as she possibly could, leaving Harry standing in the doorway, shocked. Harry turned to Liam, "You could've told me she was waiting!"

Harry ran after her, but she moved quickly and he lost track of which way she went in the short time he looked away to speak to Liam. He tried listening for the sound of her steps, but the thud of the soles of his own shoes downed out any possibility of hearing hers. He called out her name, glancing around every corner in the school he could find. Eventually his run slowed into a jog, and slowed even more until he walked alone through the empty halls. The school wasn't very big, and Harry began to worry he'd never find her.

That is, until he passed by the stairwell and heard a sniffle. He stopped to listen, thinking his ears were fooling him, but then he heard it again. In the one place he failed to check, he found Sophie. On the floor behind the staircase, hidden away to be by herself. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "Sophie." That brief wave of relief he felt vanished completely when he noticed the tears that stained her cheeks, his face flushing white when he saw her clutching her ankle in pain. Promptly, he got down on the floor in front of her, "Did you get hurt?"