Faded (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Nine

I walked proudly back to my dorm. It's definitely something I'm going to have to get used to, but not for a bad reason at all. I knew I wasn't going to be the one to cave or fall in love because that's not my thing, I just hope he won't either. But I couldn't help but look at him while I dressed. The way his chest was rising and falling as he laid on his bed, his tattoos glistening under his sweat.

The way when he looked over at me when I finished changing and the corner of his lips curved into a smirk. The way I flipped him off on my way out when he said goodbye. But what he didn't see was I was smiling the whole time, and I didn't know why.

HARRY'S POV

Shit. That didn't go like I wanted. Yes I was going to ask her out, yes I immediately felt humiliated when she said she could never date anyone so I covered up my tracks with this dumb idea. There's no way I'm going to tell her that now. I know I haven't known her for that long, but there's just something about her that keeps me coming back for more. I wanted to get to know her better, and if this was gonna be the way I was gonna have to do it then whatever. While I'm waiting, at least I get to see her and well, fuck her. She always knows exactly what she's doing, it makes me feel so powerless. She's so confident and sure of herself but I don't want to do anything I don't think she wants to do. I'm too cautious and insecure for someone like her. I needed to show her I'm in charge and I'm not gonna let her think she has the upper hand.

When I walked into the classroom that Tuesday, I had a plan. I saw Finley sitting in her usual seat and quickly eyed the seats at the top to make sure they would be room. The lights were broken up there so sitting up there you have to rely on the lights where the professor is at the bottom. I sat behind a large group of people clustered by the wall but a few rows down.

As class started, I watched as her hand moved quickly trying to keep up with the professor's words. She looked up every now and then to look at what he was writing on the board, presumably copying the examples. I got out my phone and clicked on her number, waiting for the ring. Just like I had hoped, her ringer went off.

"Ms. Nolan, please turn off your ringer," the professor announced.

I heard the snickers of the people below me but I tried my best to ignore it. I bet her cheeks are a solid red right now which made me smile. I saw her look at her phone and then she turned around and scanned the aisles. She found me and glared her eyes at me. I motioned for her to come sit next to me. She flipped me off then turned around. I crumpled up the blank paper in front of me and tossed it down at her. Luckily, it hit her on the top of her head and she turned around quickly.

"What?" she mouthed.

"Come here," I mouthed back pointing to the seat next to me.

"Fuck off," she mouthed

"Please?" I mouthed, pouting my lip. She rolled her eyes and looked at the professor then back at me. She grabbed her stuff and shoved it in the bag and then sat still for a moment.

It didn't take long for her to stand up and step over her seat, going up farther each time. I couldn't help but laugh as she tried her best to be quiet. As she tried to step over the seat closest to me, she slipped and hit the ground. As I tried my best to keep in my laughter, she flipped me off again and then sat herself next to me.

"Happy?" she said, trying her best to be annoyed but she obviously was holding back laughter as well.

"Extremely," I said looking at her red cheeks. She must have known I was looking because she rolled her eyes and looked at the professor.

"You don't need to act so cold," I teased, tracing my finger over her woolen sweater.

She tried her best to ignore me, even as I moved her hair away from her neck, exposing the skin. I could see the newly made bruise and past ones. I pressed my lips to a new area and I could feel her tense up. I was thankful that the teacher never looked away from the board when he was teaching Trig. I nipped her skin and hoped to provoke a response from her. I used my hand trail the top of her jeans, and began to tease the waistband. I undid the button and she bit her lip, obviously aware what I was about to do. I moved the zipped down and exposed the top of her underwear.