I Can Change Your Life

Every day for the rest of the week I was waiting outside before Harry came to pick me up. We hadn’t talked about what happened on the first day of school since it happened. I had asked Harry to refrain from telling Louis because I didn’t want him to worry about me. Things were slowly starting to fade back into the usual school routine, except Harry was with me every step of the way. We were a bit more open now, but there was still some reserve. At least things weren’t awkward anymore.

“I’m so glad its Friday,” Harry said as we walked toward the lunch tables. The first week had gone by in such a blur, and today was no exception to that. It was already lunch time on the Friday of our first week of our senior year.

“Same exact.” I began to dig around for my lunch in my purse, but couldn’t find the brown bag anywhere.

“What are you looking for?” Harry asked, noticing my struggle.

I moved my bag to a better angle so I could peer inside of it while I moved everything around. “My lunch. I think I forgot it.”

“Here,” Harry said, “I’ve got you covered.” He placed a large sandwich that was made on a french roll and wrapped in saran wrap on top of my bag.

I picked it up and examined the outside of it. “What about your lunch?”

“I packed an extra,” he said as he bit into his own sandwich.

“Aw, Harry!” I picked up the sandwich and held it up against my chest. “You made this just for me, didn’t you?”

Harry began to blush a bit before he was able to look away. “No,” he lied. “I told you I packed an extra.”

I laughed and took his hat off of his head so I could ruffle his hair. He snatched his hat back and quickly placed it on his head before I could embarrass him even more. He went back to eating his sandwich with a small smirk on his lips.

As Harry and I made our way toward our stats class, something felt off. I had a weird feeling, like something was wrong. I tried to ignore the feeling and just wrote it off as the Friday jitters as Louis would call it. I wanted school to be over so bad so we could go on to the weekend. We were only five classes away from our stats class when I looked to my left and caught the gaze of a pair of blue eyes I knew too well.

I immediately grabbed onto Harry’s forearm and dug my nails into him. My breathing hitched in my throat and my mind went blank. Harry began to protest, but looked at me to see who I was staring at.

“Looks like you’re sinking your teeth into Styles, huh?” Josh said as he approached us. “I always thought that Louis would be the one to pop the button of your jeans, but I guess I was wrong. Congrats.” He nodded in Harry’s direction before turning to look at me.

“What are you doing here, Josh?” I said through clenched teeth. He was wearing a black cut-off tank top with tight jeans and his usual, tore-up black vans. He looked exactly the same as he always did – hair a tousled mess, septum ring slightly crooked, his face clean-shaven and his lips curved into a small smile.

“I was just dropping off my sister’s lunch,” he explained, turning to look into the classroom he was just in. I assumed that was the room that Kelly must have been in. “What, I can’t visit the high school I graduated from? It doesn’t belong to you, Gianna.”

My name was like poison coming from his tongue. I dug my nails deeper into Harry’s arm, hoping that he would do something to get us out of there. He seemed to catch on by the way his eyebrows furrowed.

“Well, nice to see you haven’t done much with your life,” Harry said.

“Well, nice to see that Gianna has started dating low-lives,” Josh retorted.

“The only low-life she ever dated was you,” Harry took a step closer so his nose was right in Josh’s face. I let go of his arm, but grabbed onto his backpack instead. I just had to be holding onto Harry in some way. I was scared that he was going to punch Josh in the face like he did to Dale. A part of me was hoping he would do it, but there were too many teachers present and he would get in trouble for sure. Especially since everybody loved Josh.

I tugged on Harry’s shirt with my free hand and tried to usher him away from the situation. “Harry, let’s go. He’s not worth our breath.” I moved my hand from his backpack to his forearm again. I pulled him toward the classroom and he eventually gave in.

Just as we were about to enter the classroom, Josh’s voice boomed down the hallway, forcing the rest of the students and teachers to fall silent. “Have fun with her Harry! She’s a screamer!”

We hurried into the classroom before anybody else in the hall could turn to see who he was yelling at. Anger and embarrassment coursed through my veins. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I slipped into the desk in the back corner of the room. Harry sat down next to me. I could feel him staring at me as I tried to calm my nerves. I could feel my eyes starting to sting, and I tried my hardest to blink them away. I had already cried in front of Harry once, there was no way I was going to cry in front of him and my entire math class.

Harry placed his hand on my shoulder blade and began to make, slow, gentle circles just like he did when we were in his room. I kept my eyes closed and tried to take myself back to that moment where he was holding me. I tried to find that relaxation once again. When I opened my eyes Harry was staring at me with a smirk on his lips.

“What?” I breathed out with a slight laugh. My eyes were clear of tears and although I was still somewhat embarrassed at Josh’s comment, my nerves were much more relaxed.

“Soooo,” Harry said with the smirk still on his face. “You’re a screamer?”

I blushed immensely while a smile spread across my face. “Shut up,” I said quickly. I pushed his arm off of my shoulder and tried to look down at my binder.

“No, tell me. Is it like loud, high-pitched moan? Or those throaty, breathless ones?” he began to pant in his seat to try and imitate a sex moan.

I couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he was acting. “Harry! Stop it! I’m serious!” I tried to calm him down but he continued to accelerate his breathing.

He began calling out different sex moans, trying out his own name. I couldn’t stop my laughter. He was so into it – I had never seen him so outgoing and loud. He slowed his breathing down as his own laughter got in the way of his reenactments.

“That’s what it sounds like when I have orgies in my room,” he explained.

“Oh, I’m sure it is, Harry,” I replied sarcastically. I looked down at my binder just as the teacher entered the room.

“Alright class. As I mentioned on the first day of school, Friday is homework day! So pass up your homework packets from the week. Don’t forget to put your name on every piece of paper!”

I flipped open my binder and began to shuffle through my papers in a panic. Had I even done my homework? I know I did Wednesday’s and Thursday’s homework, but I couldn’t recall any other assignments. I couldn’t even find them in my binder.

Harry handed me the pile of papers so I could add my own assignments to them. On the top was a worksheet with my name on it. I looked behind it and there were two other assignments. One of them was stiff from my tears. I added the papers I had in my binder to the stack and passed it to the person in front of me while staring Harry right in the eyes.

“What?” he asked. “I told you I’ve got you covered.” He looked back to the board with a smile on his face.

-

Louis barged into Harry’s room while we were doing our homework. “What are you guys doing?” he shouted with a jolt to try and catch us doing something we weren’t supposed to be doing.

“What the fuck, man!” Harry shouted back. He had jumped from the sudden intrusion. I began to crack up next to him on the bed.

“Harry!” I laughed. “Harry, you jumped so bad!” I continued to laugh as Harry just grumbled to himself and picked his pencil back up.

Liam peeked his head in behind Louis to try and see what he had caught us doing. “Wait…” he said as his face fell. “Seriously, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Harry said.

“Homework,” I answered.

Louis and Liam gave us a weird look and stood still in the doorway. Harry and I stared right back at them. Louis finally moved by reaching up to scratch the top of his head.

“Stop,” he said. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” Louis and I said in unison. I looked down at my binder to hide the blush that was creeping onto my cheeks.

“Stop being weird,” Louis finally said. “Put that away, it’s Friday. We’re going to a party across town.”

Harry immediately slammed his binder shut and threw it onto the floor. “What time?” he said while eagerly standing up. I had never seen Harry so excited for anything. But I guess now that I was getting to know him more he was starting to come out of his shell.

I started to wonder about what Harry thought about me. Was I starting to open up to him? Could he notice it if I was? I stopped thinking about it and decided to focus on putting my homework away. Maybe if I told them I had too much homework to do they wouldn’t make me go. I really didn’t feel like going to a party, especially after seeing Josh today at school. This week had been draining enough, and a party just didn’t sound appealing.

“Harry, take Gianna back to her house to change and pack some sleepover clothes then bring her back here,” Louis said. “We’re going to go pick up Niall and run a few errands. We’ll be back here around nine to pick you guys up. I’ll be driver tonight.”

“And break!” Liam yelled before he headed back toward the front door with Louis right behind him.

Harry went over to his closet and began sifting through his clothes. He switched one cut-off tank top for another and shoved a beanie onto his head. He walked over to his dresser, applied some deodorant to his underarms and gave himself one squirt of cologne before opening his sock drawer. I looked down to see that his socks and shoes were still on his feet. Why did he need to get another pair of socks?

Instead of socks, Harry pulled out a box of cigarettes from the bottom of the drawer. He shoved it into his front pocket next to his cell phone. He pulled the lighter off of his dresser and shoved that in, too.

“Ready?” Harry asked. He turned around with a huge smile on his face.

I shrugged as I picked up my purse and slipped my boots back onto my feet. Harry's smiled faded just a bit as I walked out the door. He followed close behind me.

When we got in the car, a sudden rush of smells hit me when the air conditioner turned on. I could smell Harry’s cologne being pushed into my face, but I smelled something else – something stronger, more distinct.

“Oh my god,” I said, realizing what the smell was. “Harry those aren’t cigarettes in that pack, are they?”

Harry gave me a guilty smile as he began to drive toward my house. “Some of them are,” he laughed a bit.

“Harry! Do the guys know that you smoke weed?” I lowered my voice as if they could possibly hear us.

“Of course they does,” he laughed. “It’s not something that’s particularly easy to hide.”

I shook my head at his comment and tried my hardest to stop thinking about the smell that was being forced into my nose.

“Do you smoke?” Harry asked.

I bit my lip and tried to refrain from answering but Harry continued to stare at me, meaning that he was not going to let this question go unanswered.

“Well, no, not really,” I said. “Louis doesn’t like it when I do.”

“Naughty girl,” he said, shaking his head. “You still smoke even though he doesn’t want you to, don’t you?”

I bit my lip again.

“I knew it,” he laughed.

It felt weird letting Harry into my house. He had never been inside before. Whenever the guys would drop me off and come say hi to my mom, Harry would stay in the car or sit on the curb and wait for them to return.

When Harry walked into my house he immediately began to twist and turn his neck around. He was trying to eyeball every surface possible on the way to my room. I walked up the stairs and Harry followed after me. I pushed open the door to my room with my eyes closed. I couldn’t remember if my room was clean or messy, but I was really hoping that there weren’t any underwear lying around on the ground.

I opened my eyes to see that my floor was clean except for the t-shirt that I had slept in the night before. I kicked it under my bed as I set my purse down on my desk and headed straight toward my closet. I pulled out a backpack and shoved a pair of pajama shorts into them along with my slippers and a few hair ties. I swiped everything that was on vanity into my bag – deodorant, perfume, make-up, lotion, and my brush.

I set my bag down on my bed and told myself that I would grab the shirt from under my bed to bring with me as well. I didn’t want to reach under the bed while Harry was in there though – I didn’t want him to think I was gross for re-wearing a t-shirt that was on my floor.

“Your room is so…pretty.” Harry continued to analyze every bit of my room. I had no posters up on the wall – only framed pictures of flowers and a couple of me and Louis that he had given me for my birthday. He swiped his finger across one of the shelves in my room. “And clean,” he said as he inspected the lack of dust on his finger.

“Yeah, my mom makes me keep it clean.”

Harry nodded and then headed over to my closet. “Your room is so bright and then your closet is so dark,” he laughed.

I just shrugged in response. As he finished making his rounds in my room, I started to shuffle my feet awkwardly. Usually when Louis was over I could just change in front of him, but since I hardly knew Harry, I didn’t feel quite comfortable with changing in front of him just yet.

“Um,” I began, “I need to change.”

“Oh,” Harry looked around awkwardly. “Right. I’ll just…” he smiled and stepped outside of my room, shutting the door behind him.

I began with stripping down to nothing but my bra and underwear. I changed my underwear very quickly, still feeling like Harry was in the room or something. I pulled on my only pair of black tights that had a couple of holes and rips in them. I then pulled on my favorite pair of red shorts that had gold stud detailing and paired it with a tight, black top. I tucked the top into the shorts. I closed my closet doors to use the mirror on them to analyze my outfit. It would have to do.

I pulled on my studded cheetah print vans and grabbed a pair of my cheetah sunglasses to match. I ran my fingers through my two-toned hair before messing it up just a bit. I shoved some bracelets onto my hand and walked back over to my bed. I dumped my purse onto my bed and separated all of my school stuff out of it and put back in my wallet and a few other things that I would need.

I slung my sleepover bag over my left shoulder and pulled my purse strap up my right. I pushed open my door and walked out, slightly struggling by the imbalance of weights from the bags that I was holding.

Harry turned to look at me. He stared at me for a minute with an odd smirk on his face and his eyes moving up and down my entire body. I felt self-conscious and decided to try and occupy myself by turning around to shut my bedroom door. When I turned back around, Harry’s hair was cocked to the side and his gaze was faced downward.

“Harry,” I said.

“Mmm?” He looked back up to me and straightened himself out.

“Stop looking at my ass,” I said casually while walking up to him. I shoved my backpack into his chest and began to head down the stairs.

“I wasn’t!” he protested as he put the backpack around his shoulder. He followed me down the stairs and out the front door.

I made sure to lock the door behind me since my mom would probably be working later tonight since it was Friday. Either that or going to a friend’s house. She loved being a single mom, especially with her job. We never had any really tough financial instability, and it was just the two of us so it was easy for us to get by with plenty of extra cushion.

I tossed my purse onto the floor before climbing into the passenger’s seat. A part of me was sick and tired of being driven around, but then again I was also thankful for it because if I had a car then the boys would start making me be the designated driver on party night, and we all know that isn’t much fun.

We pulled back up to Louis’s house to see him, Liam, and Niall all sitting in Louis’s car in the driveway. Louis had his phone pressed up against his ear when we walked up to the car. While Liam and Niall were looking at Harry on the other side of the car, I lifted up my shirt and pressed my boobs up against Louis’s window to try and get his attention. I had my bra on, so it really didn’t matter to me if Louis saw me with my shirt off. Louis didn’t notice at first. He shut his phone and looked over to me with a large smile on his face. Louis put his hands up against the glass, right over where my boobs were pushed up against it and pretended to squeeze.

I pulled away and quickly shoved my shirt back over my torso and quickly tucked them back into my shorts.

“Get in!” Louis said, hiking his thumb toward the backseat.

When I stood up straight again I saw Harry staring at me from over the car. His eyes were wide, one eyebrow was cocked up higher than the other, and his smirk was back on his lips. I was assuming that he had seen what I did, and I was just trying to ignore him. The look he was giving me was confusing the hell out of me, and I didn’t want to try and read into it.

I slid into the backseat first so I was sitting in the middle. Niall was on my right side and Harry slid into my left.

“Louis, I have no room,” Harry complained as he tried to adjust his arms so they could rest beside mine. “I have nowhere to put my arms.”

Louis looked through the rearview mirror as he got ready to back out of the driveway. “Just put your arm up around the seat behind Gianna,” he suggested.

Harry threw his arm over the top of the seat but continued to squirm around. He tried three different angles before just letting his arm drop so it was sloppily placed around my shoulders.

“Ummm…” I said, trying to understand what Harry was doing.

“The seat is too high, it hurts my shoulder,” he explained. “Just deal with it for the next twenty minutes. It won’t kill you.”

I rolled my eyes and looked in front of me.

“Hey Gianna,” Louis said. “Why is your cell phone off?”

My body tensed up, forcing Harry’s to tense up in a reaction to mine. I looked at him very quickly while I tried to think of an excuse. I hadn’t turned my phone back on since Harry turned it off on the day that I had gotten those mysterious text messages.

“My fault,” Harry spoke up. “I broke it. I sat on it and now it won’t turn on.”

Louis paused for a moment, and I was pretty sure that he wasn’t going to believe Harry’s story. He looked over to Niall before the two of them started cracking up. “Again?” Niall asked.

“Wait, again?” I asked, turning to look at Harry.

Harry blushed a bit and nodded. “Last year I sat on Liam’s phone and broke it. I had to buy him a new one.”

“Now you have to buy Gianna a new one, too. A nice one! Her iPhone 5 was shit,” Louis said.

I laughed and turned to look at Liam who did not seem very happy. “What’s wrong, Lee-Yum?” I asked. I pushed against him a little bit but he just turned toward the window.

“He’s not in a good mood,” Niall explained from the front seat.

I decided to shrug it off. Harry leaned down to my ear as Louis turned up the music and got onto the freeway. “I’m not buying you a new phone,” he said. His bottom lip hit the side of my ear, and I tried to ignore it as much as I could, but the feeling sent shivers down my spine. Harry felt me shiver up against him and I could feel his lips forming into a smile next to my ear. “Sorry,” he said. He purposely brushed his lip against my ear again and I tried my best to push him away without Louis noticing.

Harry turned away with a laugh and looked out the window as we barreled toward wherever the best party was going to be tonight.

Notes

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