Punk Harry Imagine

Part 22

Part 22

As I walked out the door, the cool breeze hit my skin. I smiled to myself and continued walking to my bus stop.

Why did Harry bring me home anyways? He even said so himself, I'm nothing to him.

I hope I didn't do anything stupid while I was drunk.

After what he said to me, I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't bring me straight home from the party.

Thinking about that almost made me cringe.

When I got to my bus stop, there were already five people there.

Usually, that's a problem because I'm socially awkward. Now it's a problem because I'm socially awkward AND look like shit.

I turned around to see two guys staring at me.

Great. I probably do look like shit.

I tapped my feet, uncomfortably and pretended to go on my phone.

"Hey," one of them shouted, catching my attention, "I haven't seen you around. You new?"

His other friend elbowed him.

I shrugged. "Kinda."

"Kinda?" He laughed.

"I mean, it's my second day, so okay. I guess."

"How would you like me showing you around?" he asked, stepping closer to me.

"Um, I'd rather not," I hissed, backing up.

"Why?"

I ignored him.

"Listen to me when I'm talking to you, bitch," he scoffed, grabbing my hand.

It hurt so badly. Probably more because of what Harry did.

"Hey, mind taking your fucking hands off of her? That would be nice," a familiar voice said.

I turned to see Harry fucking Styles. Great.

The guy quickly let go of me. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that she was yours."

"I'm not!" I say a little too quickly.

I didn't even have to look at Harry to see that he was rolling his eyes.

"C'mon, Y/N. I'm driving you."

I stopped and stared at Harry. "No you aren't."

I felt a few girls sending daggers at me.

"Yes I am, now get in the damn car."

"I don't want to."

"C'mon, we'll talk about this later."

"No, we won't."

"Yes, we will. Now hurry before I personally get out of the car and carry you in it. But, you'd probably like that, right?" He smirked.

"I'd like to see you try."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

I heard a loud noise and turned around.

Everyone was gone. The bus just left me here.

I heard Harry laugh. "So, I guess you want to walk to school?"

"Yeah, walking to school alone would be better than driving to school with you," I retort.

"Maybe, if you knew the way."

I hate being the new girl.

I groaned and dragged myself into his car.

When I got into his car, I sat in the backseat.

"Y/N."

"What?"

"Up here, now."

"I'm already in your car, why can't you just go now?"

"Because I want you up here. Is there gonna be a problem?" Harry asked, amused.

I slowly got out of the backseat and went to the passenger seat.