Insecure

We have a choice..To Live or To Exist.

Issues - Julia Michaels.

"Hello Sara." The man says in an English accent as he holds out a massive hand for me to shake. My hand looks like a child's compared to his as he grasps it and shake it gently. His hands are surprisingly soft and I can't help but admire his rings. "May I have permission to take her off campus since my office isn't ready yet?" He asks addressing Principal Johnson.

"Of course." He says nodding. Mr. Styles picks up my bag and walks towards the door.

"Come along then." He says and I follow him cautiously out to the parking lot.

"Where are we going?" I ask as he unlocks a dark green SUV.

"Somewhere quiet." He informs me as he opens my door and tosses my backpack in.

I should be afraid, I've just met this man and he's taking me off campus.

But I'm not.

We were both silent for the short ride to a nearby park, Mr. Styles jumps out and opens my door before grabbing a Manila folder from the back seat. I follow him over to a bench and he sits on one side while I sit on the other. He puts the folder in between us and I can see that it's labeled with my name.

"What is that?" I ask.

"You tell me." He replies shrugging, when he's met with silence he sighs. "This is everything I would ever need to know about you." He explains as he touches the envelope.

Again he's met by silence as I'm frozen in fear, I don't want anyone else to know what I've done.

"Here's the thing, I began to read it and I think it's a bunch of bullshit." He spits out in his British drawl causing me to jump a bit.

"Mr. Styles I-"

"Call me Harry when we are alone or off campus please, I hate it when people call me Mr. Styles. Makes me sound pretentious." He insists as he shrugs. "I want to know YOU, not anyone else's preconceived notion of you."

"But they are all right, I'm exactly what that folder says I am." I mutter softly as I look at my hands. 

"Let me be the judge of that huh?" Mr. Styles suggests and I shrug softly. "How old are you?" He asks.

"Isn't it in the envelope?" I shrug and he huffs in frustration.

"Like I said, I'd rather learn from you. Not a fucking piece of paper." He snaps causing me to jump as his use of language. "Sorry, I'm not used to having to filter myself." He apologizes.

"It's fine, no need to filter yourself with me Mr. Styles." I reply still avoiding his stare, language like that doesn't bother me and I would be lying if I said it wasn't hot as fuck with his voice and accent. 

"Hey, what did I say about calling me Mr. Styles." He reminds me. "I'd also really appreciate it if you made eye contact with me once in a while." He adds softly. I raise my head and look into his deep green eyes timidly, he was honestly so intimidating and yet comforting. "How old are you?" He asks again.

"18, I'll be 19 in December." I reply cringing the followup question.

If you're almost 19, why are you still in high school?

But he doesn't ask, he just nods his head silently before getting up and sitting on my side of the table but with his back to the table so he can look out at the lake. I take advantage of his proximity to examine him a bit more as he leans back against the table resting his elbows on it. 

Black ink scatters the arm closest to me, I can't help but want to trace each and every design with my fingertips. He has an eagle on his right arm but other then that it's completely bare. His shirt is a dark red silk with a tiger design. He brings his hand up and scratches the stubble adorning his chin before running his fingers through his shoulder length brown curls. 

"We all have a choice Sara, to either live or just simply exist. It seems like you've been doing the latter." He says, not tearing his eyes from the lake.

"I thought you didn't read the file." I whisper.

"I read enough to know that it's complete bullshit, that file made you sound like you were some manipulative nymphet who preys on older men." Harry says scoffing.

"What if I am though?" I wonder out loud, I mean I know I'm not. I don't know why older men are always attracted to me and I've always been mature for my age so it was just natural to date older man. 

"Pretty sure you would of checked me out by now if you were." He chuckles. "Plus do you really think Principal Johnson would bring me in to help some bratty girl with daddy issues? He knows you were preyed upon, I'm just glad that he's out of your life now." Harry adds thoughtfully.

He isn't though.

Suddenly my phone begins to vibrate in my pocket. "Yo where are you bitch?"  Emily texts.

"They brought in a therapist for my fucked up ass, I'll just walk home." I reply before tucking my phone away. Once in my pocket it buzzes again.

"You better be home in the next ten minutes." My mood immediately changes as I try not to show Harry how utterly terrified I am. 

"I need to go, can I get my bag?" I ask looking everywhere but his eyes as my breathing becomes frantic. 

Harry sits up and looks at me in concern. "Are you ok?" He asks softly and I nod.

"Yea, I just need to get home. I forgot I had something to do." I lie avoiding his eyes. 

"Come along, I'll drop you back off at school." Harry says as he stands up.

"It's fine, I'm closer to my house here." I answer.

"You didn't drive?" He asks in surprise.

"No, I don't drive." I reply looking down.

"I'll drive you home then, my mother raised me to never leave a woman alone in a strange place. Especially one as beautiful as you." He says, the last part almost inaudible but I heard it. Harry leads me back to his SUV and opens the door for me. After climbing in I reach back and grab my bag so that I can exit the car quickly. 

My house was just over a mile from the park, after directing him to the large grey house Harry puts his car in park and pulls out a card. "If you need anything at all don't be afraid to call me ok?" He insists as he hands me the card that reads 'Styles Photography'. "I'm a freelance photographer." He says answering my silent question and I nod.

"Goodbye Mr. Styles." I whisper before climbing out of the SUV.

"It's Harry!" He shouts after me smirking, I shake my head and walk up towards my house. Once I reach the door it flies open and I'm yanked inside.

"Who the fuck was that?"