HI SORRY FOR SUPER LATE POST. FINALS REALLY WORN ME OUT AND I LIKE BARELY PASSED A CLASS SO THERE WAS JUST A LOT OF STRESS. plus, on top of that, i had major writer's block. yeah. anyway, MIDNIGHT MEMORIES MUSIC VIDEO CAME OUT TODAY!! ((it's on the side)) I HOPE WE BROKE THE VEVO RECORD BC I REFRESHED IT A MILLION TIMES AND THE NUMBERS WOULDN'T MOVE. and yeah. also, today is HARRY'S BIRTHDAY AND ASLDKJEWORIE EVEN THOUGH HE'S NOW 20 [aggressively cries], HE'S STILL GOING TO BE A TEENAGE DIRTBAG OK
also score has reached 300k reads and it would've never happened if most of you guys didn't read that story first! so thaaaankks. and credz to christopher poindexter for the ideas of the quotes.
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Harry's POV:
My eyes immediately scan the room for her. Despite how she just stormed off from me again, I can't stop the flooding thoughts of her lips from taking over my mind. They were light like pink lemonade and so new, like sweet innocence that I strangely, deeply craved but couldn't find the heart to steal. I want her even though I know I'm not good enough for her.
When I land on the sight of her, my unconscious smile vanishes into the usual, set frown when I notice her head bowed down, eyes diverting mine as much as possible. Her friends attempt mere whispers to notify her but her attention is focused on the tiled floor. Before I even realize it, I march towards her desk, long legs taking equally long strides.
"Selena," her name leaves my lips effortlessly, but she doesn't seem affected whatsoever.
"Selena," I repeat, my voice gruffer with masked urgency. Who does she think she is to ignore me?
"Get up and move to the back," I command, getting irritated at how she dares to humiliate me in front of the class like this. I'm supposed to radiate superiority and power and her resisting would make it seem like I tolerate this. If she wasn't, well, her, I'd beat the hell out of her.
"No," she whispers and at first, I'm surprised she finally bothered to answer, but anger soon seeps into me at her refusal.
"I'm not taking no as a damn answer, Selena," I roughly grasp onto her arm, almost forcing her up as her feet childishly clings onto the floor.
Selena's POV:
The hushed whispers around the room increase and I hate every single second of it. People think that we can't hear anything, but their accusing gossip is the loudest sound ringing in my ears, whether it's from the more silent observers, the jealous girls who don't know better, the scared as shit witnesses, or the ones who just love to spread around any information they can possibly get.
"Harry likes...this girl?"
"Damn, too bad Styles got this one. She's hot."
"How can she disobey Harry?"
That's enough.
"Hey," I stand up harshly, the only sounds in the classroom for the minute is the loud scratch of the chair against the ground. The sudden action shakes Harry's grip off of me and I take a deep breath, looking across the room.
"I am my own person, and you are your own person," I briefly glance at everyone before continuing.
"What makes Harry so special that he can make you change your perception of that? You still have power over your actions and desires and you should be able to do whatever you want to do, whenever," I huff before adding, "that's legal, that is."
"So, stop treating me like I'm helpless and that I'm committing a crime. Harry's just another teenage student at this school and nothing more. Stop feeling like you're no better than him. For the love of God, grow up and respect yourself," I breathe deeply as peoples' eyes widen. Even Miss Dobrev remains quiet as she aimlessly flips through the textbook, not wanting to say anything to agitate the already intense room.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Teenage Dirtbag ✖ ((Harry Styles/Selena Gomez))
Fanfic"There's a boy, lost his way, looking for someone to play There's a girl in the window tears rolling down her face We're only lost children, trying to find a friend Trying to find our way back home We don't know where to go, so I'll just get lost wi...
