♡If I Could Fly ♡ • Harry Styles

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He'd walk me to class with his arm around me, greeting all of his friends. Everyone laughing and smiling the minute they saw him. Girls winking at him in their cheerleading outfits. He'd wink back, loosening his grip around my shoulders. Until we'd walk by more guys-his grip would tighten. He'd glance down at me, and my eyes would immediately meet the floor. He enjoyed seeing me weak. I couldn't blame him. Have you seen me? Five foot two inch tall seventeen year old brunette, with a small face and huge milk chocolate colored eyes that resembled mini gum balls. Only eighty two pounds, looking sick as ever thanks to the panic and anxiety attacks I'd get occasionally. I was lucky though. He'd hate me more if I were fat.

Once I'd sit at my desk, he'd leave from standing at the doorway of the classroom. My lungs would finally allow me to breathe again. My head would rise up just a bit, my hands would no longer shake as much. The teacher would take attendance, and I'd get to speak like a normal person for once. And it felt damn good. This was my creative writing class which helped fulfill my dream of becoming a writer. We always worked alone which I enjoyed very much. Until this one day, Mrs. V. put us in groups of two, asking us to create a story or poem that involved ideas from both partners.
      
My mind was too busy running track, as my palms got all sweaty. I hated working with other people. That's when she called his name, and I immediately felt my chest tighten.

       "Harry."
       
Harry. My childhood best friend. My only friend throughout middle school. The first boy who had ever asked me out. Turns out, he had developed a crush on me once freshman year came. But I turned him down for Jasper. He was a bit hurt by that, but we remained friends- that is, until Jasper told me I shouldn't speak to him anymore. He claimed that he knew Harry's intentions weren't good, and that he'd try and ruin the relationship. I had tried to make Jasper see Harry in a different light, but it was no use. And so I kept myself away from Harry for four solid years. Averting my eyes from him in the halls when I was with Jasper, moving my seat away from his. Jasper even deleted Harry's pictures from my phone, before throwing it against the floor. And I had allowed it to happen. I could've stopped it. Why didn't I?