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Don't Treat Me Like A Kid

Chapter 3

**Layla Taylor's POV**

I walked through the busy school hall by myself. Usually I'd be with Piper but she's sick at home. Someone bump into my side bringing me slightly out of the daze I've been in all day. "Fuck, I'm sorry," I said to the blonde girl.
"No, that was my fault. I'm sorry," She said with an innocent smile, "you're Taylor, right?"
"Um, yeah. Sorry I don't know your name," I said as a started to walk again with her by my side. I knew she was one of the popular preppy girls that's about it.
"I'm Skylar. I heard Harry was trying to pick you up," she raised her eyebrows.
"Uh, from who?" I asked kind of nervously. I don't really care what people think or say about me but something about it being about Harry and I puts me on edge.
"One of his guy friends was telling me, either Liam or Niall. I can't remember," she said casually.
"Well have you heard anything else about me," I laughed.
"Well Travis was saying something about you this morning if that counts."
"You're kidding," I said honestly hoping she was.
Travis is my ex boyfriend. He's the guy that took everything from me then walked away leaving me with nothing. We dated for about five months. I thought it was love but really he was just using me for my looks. He was always a horrible boyfriend but finding out he was cheating on me was the last straw. About a week after I found the courage to break up with him.
"No, actually-" She paused looking around the hall, "I was sitting with a group of people him and his friends part of it and he said he wanted to 'talk' to you but then he whispered something to his friends and they all started laughing. I don't know I just have a feeling he's not just going to talk to you and you should really avoid him," she rushed out.
I just nodded not knowing what to say before she said goodbye turning into a classroom.
Turning down the hall where my next class was my eyes landed on Travis who was lingering in the doorway. We met eyes for only a second before I was rushing back the other direction. I don't know why but he's mad at me. Knowing that look way to well, I don't want to face what comes next. I'd rather get detention for skipping or being late to class then face an angry Travis.
Rushing down the main hall I tried to find a place to hide for awhile. My eyes landed on a janitor’s closet. The second I touched the handle I felt a hand land on my shoulder. Turning around expecting it to be Travis, I was almost relieved when it was Harry.
"Whatcha doing, Love?" He smiled. My eyes landed on Travis at the end of the hall. His eyes searched the busy hall not landing on me yet, I had to get in before they did. "Fuck-" slipped out as I swung the door open pulling Harry in with me and shutting it tightly hoping Travis didn't see.
"Our first time, in a janitor closet, Layla. Not very classy but I can work with it," he smirked.
"Oh shut up. I'm hiding and if I left you out there you would have given me away," I rolled my eyes.
"Hm, sure," he said with a hint of sarcasm.
I just shook my head in response. It weird how a moment ago I was filled with fear and not I'm just kind of nervous but not even from the same reason. I guess it's because Harry being here takes away the fear of Travis hurting me but Harry intimidates me too so it's replaced by nervousness.
Suddenly the memory of last night popped into me head. If Harry didn't run out we probably would have hooked up. It's not even that fact that we didn't have sex that puts me on edge though it’s that he had full control over me and he knew it, but instead of just banging me and moving on like any other guy would he made me want him, badly, then walked out with a smirk. He's trying to pull this out, make it a long and entertaining game for him but I won't play. Now if I don't hook up with him it with hurt him so much more because e had the chance and wasted it.
"Who are you hiding from anyway?" He said pulling me out of thought.
"Travis, my ex."
"You dated that twat," Harry laughed pulling his hand through his hand.
"You know, I really don't like you."
Without warning he pinned me up against the wall, my two wrists above my head in one of his hands. His whole body pushed against mine as his left hand pushed against the wall by my side and his mouth was by my ear, "That's not what you were saying last night," he growled and a firework set off in my stomach as chills covers my whole body.
I felt physical incapable of responding. I just sat in silence waiting for him to say something. He pulled his head away from my ear leaning off of my body enough to look me up and down before pushing the high collar of my shirt down to see one of the many love bits left on me from last night. A smirk appeared on his face as he admired his work before pushing back against me, looking me in the eyes as he rested his forehead against mine, "do I scare you, Layla?"
I wasn't excepting that question but I force out an honest response. "Scare? No. Intimidate? Yes."
"Good," he said before pressing his lips against mine giving me an innocent kiss before pulling away from me and taking a small step back, letting me off the wall "cause I don't want to frighten you, just tease you a little." Harry smiled.
So he considers that teasing? "You're an asshole," I push trying to take away some of the tension as I crossed my arms.
"I could be worse," he shrugged.
"How could you possibly be worse?"
"Well I could tell you how badly I want to be fucking you up against that wall right now," he says comfortably "but instead I’m just making you feel a little bit uncomfortable."
The feeling of lust from last night started coming back. No, can't do this. I can't let him think he's in control of me any longer.
The bell rang interrupting my thoughts. How is it possible we've only been in here for two minutes?
"I'm not playing this little game of yours Harry," I finally said.
"I don't know what you’re talking about," he said looking down at me only stand about two inches away.
"Hm, sure," I smiled before pushing past him entering back into the empty hall.