Dirty One Direction Imagines

Dirty Harry Imagine - Never ever.

Your P.O.V.

I sat down at my desk and watched our teacher write all over the whiteboard.

I groaned and slumped in my seat.

Harry sat next to me, nervously tapping his pencil on his notebook.

"Can you believe him?" I asked quietly.

He jumped like, ten feet into the air and looked at me.

"W-What?" He asked.

"He's assigning all of this stupid homework," I said.

"Oh. Yeah," he mumbled.

"Hey, asshole," my boyfriend growled.

Harry looked at his notes.

"Talk to my girlfriend again, and I swear-"

"I spoke to him," I said quickly.

Zayn wrapped his arm around me and glared at Harry.

"Why are you so mean to him?" I asked.

"'Cause he deserves it."

I rolled my eyes and waited for the bell to ring.

Biiinngg!

Zayn and his friends ran out of the classroom, knocking my math notebook off of my desk in the process.

I groaned and got up but someone picked it up and held it out to me.

"Thanks," I smiled, "Harry."

He opened his mouth to speak but only managed a squeak.

"Why can't you talk to me?" I asked softly.

"Why do you want to talk to me?" He asked and gathered his things.

"Because I like you, Harry."

He looked at me. "Really?"

I nodded and smiled.

He let a small smile form on his lips and he started to say something but Zayn interrupted.

"What the hell did I say?" He glared at him.

"Zayn, quit being so horrible," I said.

"S-Sorry Y/N," Harry whispered and ran out.

I glared at Zayn.

"What? Do you actually want to talk to that nerd?" He scoffed.

"He's not a nerd!" I frowned.

"Zayn!" Someone called.

Zayn sighed and walked out of the classroom.

I stared at him and frowned.

Gathering my things, I walked down the hall.

"Y/N," Harry whispered.

I looked up. "Harry, I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "It's okay."

"He shouldn't treat you like that.

He shrugged. "I'm used to it."

We walked out to the student parking lot and I groaned.

"What?" He asked.

"Zayn was my ride," I muttered.

"I c-could give you a ride home. If you want me to," he said quietly.

I smiled. "Thanks Harry."

He nodded as we walked to his car.

He fumbled with my door handle and finally opened the door for me.