My weekend after my visit to Harry's, was dead and slow moving. Even after I decided that Harry is a creep and a perv, I still can't stop thinking about him. I've already had so many day dreams and fantasies where he would rub that oil- not only into my foot, but all over my body. And my own thoughts made me ill.
As soon as I walked through the gate of my school, Emma attacked me with questions and high pitched squeals
"Tell me what happened!" She laughs as we move through the corridors to our lockers.
I groan, "there's nothing to tell, Em. I've already told you everything." Which is a lie. I did tell her about what happened on Saturday, but not all of it. Especially that part about how Harry tired to kiss me, or how he used the oil on my ankle.
My attention automatically switches to my foot. It is still bandaged but it barely hurts when I walk on it. Jesus, that oil and Harry's hands worked wonders.
"Have you told Jack yet?" Emma asks. Jack is sick today and hasn't shown up to school. It is just Emma and me today.
I shake my head and say, "He's a guy, and I don't think he wants to hear about other guys." Emma makes a sound that tells me she understands. We collect our books and make our way to home room, ignoring the all the comments thrown at Emma by guys.
I sigh. I'm so jealous. She's perfect, beautiful and nice. She could easily fit in with the popular kids if she wanted. But instead she surprised both Jack and I when she sat down at our table in the first year of secondary school. I remember how she told us that she hated sushi and that's all the girls were eating over there at the popular table.
Neither of us haven't been apart since.
Someone smacks into me from behind, sending me stumbling forward. I manage to gather myself before face planting. Emma frowns as she sends disapproving looks at the two students sprinting past us.
"What?" I mumble as I straighten myself and take a good look at what's ahead of me.
Kids are surrounding a bunch of lockers, blocking Emma and my way to home room. The students cheer and holler at whoever is stuck in the middle of the circle. It is obvious what this is, a fight.
Emma and I look at each other before heading straight into the crowd. We get shoved as we move in deeper. I clutch my books to my chest as I get elbowed. I glance up at Emma who's doing better then me, her larger body frame holding up herself easier. We near the edge of the crowd where we find Ben, one of Jack's friends.
"What's going on?" Emma says, a smile on her face. Ben's been in love with Emma for ages and she knows it. Ben's face lights up when he sees her, then he smiles down at me.
"New kids. They're already beating up Sam's crew," Ben tells us, as if he's proud of the information he holds. I frown at his news.
New kids? Since when? I ask myself. Emma however gasps, and pushes us forward until we stumble out in front of the crowd. My heart thumps uncomfortably and air rushes out of me.
There's four of them. A red haired boy is being held back by a blonde haired boy, both of them look bruised and beaten. Sam is pushed up against a locker, blood trails from the corner of his mouth. A tall, curly haired boy speaks to him in a rough, frightening voice but the words don't make it to my ears
Harry is here with Niall. Both in school uniform. Beating up my long term crush and his red haired friend.
"Harry," Someone says. The words ring out clear and pure. I have to take a second to realise that they came from me. Emma curses as she realises who this curly haired boy.
He turns to look at me, shock clear in his green eyes, followed by, guilt? That clears away and he smiles at me.
"Oh, hey Mia." Now everyone looks at me, probably all wondering who this girl is and how she knows him. I look to Niall who grins at me as he tightens his hold on the redhead and I feel a bit uneasy.
"What are you doing?" I ask calmly to Harry even though my mind is screaming. Everyone is now quiet, watching us converse.
"You know this prick?" Sam's voice shouts at me, his voice all high pitched, his eyes wide. I feel sorry for him as Harry lifts and slams him into the locker. I wince and then Harry looks back at me and smiles a sadistic smile.
"Beating up a jerk you thought it would be funny to provoke the new kid," Harry tells me, completing ignoring Sam and everyone's gaze. I swallow some bile that has risen in my throat.
"Let him go," I say softly. Trying not to anger him further. Harry gives me a funny look, sweeps his eyes all over my body. Accessing and judging my play perhaps. Meeting my eyes with a steady look and after a moments hesitation, he lets go of Sam's shoulders and steps away.
A current of whispers runs through the crowd as they realise what just happened. Niall lets go of the red head and steps back also. Both Sam and his friend dust themselves off and back away.
"Dick," Sam's friend spits in Harry's direction. Harry raises a finger and steps towards him.
"Now that ain't nice," Harry says and Sam and the red haired boy step forward to meet him, challenging his patience.
Just as the tension gets crackling again, a teacher shouts at us kids to get to class and to break up the fight. We all split pretty quick, heading in different directions.
As I brush past Harry I don't miss his wink he sends me. I blush but keep my composure, ignoring him as I follow Emma to class.

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My mind was still whirring from when I sat down in my first class. Luckily Emma didn't ask me too many questions, I think she is kinda surprised by the fact that Harry is actually attractive.
And I can't decide if I'm offended by the thought or not.
All day I am approached by my friends, asking how I knew the kid and what actually happened during the fight. I answered as best as I could, but to be honest, if people approached me that I didn't know- I don't think I'd know how to answer.
I didn't see Niall nor Harry for the rest of the day and for that I'm glad. I am so shocked by the way Harry acted, I would never have expected that type of behaviour from him, ever. He's changed so much, but I guess I can't blame him. He did lose his parents and the time that I'm comparing the change to was about ten years ago.
But the sight of poor Sam pressed up against the locker, Harry's fists curled into his shirt, holding him up there. The look of pure fury in both of their eyes, almost as if they've have unfinished business.
I also wonder to myself about how Harry forgot to mention that he and Niall would be attending Deltern. But I guess I answered that question for myself. He just moved in from wherever he was. He's loaded and would obviously have to attend the most exclusive school in the state, and that would be my school.
The day finishes and I walk the way home. My school shoes scuffing against the sidewalk.
Emma talked to me about other things today, trying to get my attention off Harry. I'm touched that she tried, but unfortunately she didn't succeed. Like normal I can't keep my mind off him. Harry is like a poisonous thought, one image of him and suddenly it's like an infestation.
A breeze picks up and I glance at my house in front of me. A tall figure stood outside, leaning against the wall.
Speak of the devil.
"You walk home?" Harry asks me with a frown when I walk up my porch steps. I am suddenly very aware of Harry and what he can do to people, only a couple of hours ago was he lifting a boy almost off his feet. As I feel his green eyes on me, I suddenly feel the urge to run.
"Not always, my ride wasn't at school today," I murmur and I take him in. He's still in school uniform. White shirt, blue and silver striped tie and black trousers. The sleeves are pushed up his arms, leaving his strong, bare, muscled arms in view.
Harry scowl deepens and I shift away nervously.
"What's wrong?"
Now I frown, "Nothing."
I turn from him and unlock the front door with my key. I inwardly groan when Harry doesn't turn to go back to his house.
I squeeze my eyes together and sigh, "Do you, uh- wanna come in?"
Harry doesn't reply but I feel him remove himself from the wall. I step inside my house and dump my bag next the door and then head to the kitchen. Harry trials inside after me, I flip my head over my shoulder to see him gazing around. Probably remembering the house from memory.
He smiles at me when he catches me looking, "Hasn't changed a bit."
"Yeah," I reply dismissively. I grab a glass down from the top cupboard and pour myself some juice. Harry comes into the kitchen and I offer him some. He shakes his head.
"Nah, I'm not gonna be here for long, I just wanted to tell you something."
I raise an eyebrow and so Harry continues, "The fight, earlier today. I'm- I'm not like that," he stutters and then shakes himself, "I mean I am, but I don't like it."
I frown at him in confusion, and set down my glass. I'm finding it hard to believe and so I tell him so, "Harry, I don't know how guys like you work, but if you're trying to make another pass at me and trying to get- um, I just- I- don't like you like that."
Harry smiles an amused smile, "Guys like me?"
"Harry," I snap, I am no mood to joke around, he is confusing me so much. What the hell is going on?
He raises one hand and laughs, "Fine. But I'm not trying to make a pass at you. I just want to let you know. Oh! I also wanna apologise for touching you on Saturday."
Oh, I also wanna apologise for touching you on Saturday. I mimic him in a deep, put on voice that sounds nothing like him. Dick.
"Yeah, it's fine." I rub a hand down my face, god I'm so tired. Harry beams at me like I've just made his day. I return the smile because its a nice thing to do and then I drain my juice.
"Where are your parents?" Harry asks me when I put the glass down.
Oh yeah, forgot I'm in a house alone with Harry.
"Mum's working," I tell him.
"What about your dad?" Something in his eyes darkens and I narrow my own eyes slightly.
"Dad only comes home every other day."
"What's he do?" Harry asks, resting his hands against the kitchen island in front of me. His gaze bares down into mine. Harry's and my faces are only inches apart but whereas this position would normally be sensual, to me it feels reserved and cold.
"He's in business manufacturing," I reply, frowning even deeper. What's his deal?
Harry's eyes narrow as well as they look into mine, "Is he now?"
We stare at each other for a bit longer before I open my mouth and blurt out, "You're weird."
Harry laughs loudly and stands back, "And you're different."
Different, different how? But before I ask him, Harry's walking out of the kitchen, "See ya, tomorrow, Mia!"
And then I'm left standing there in an empty kitchen, wondering what the fuck I've gotten myself into.

Notes

All credit goes to doily