Chapter 2

"What class do I have next?" I ask the girl in my body.

"You have English." She says.

"Okay uhmm . . . If you need to talk to anyone about this you can only trust my best friend. His name is Niall." I say.

"Whatever. I ditched that blondie about 30 minutes ago. I'm with Justin and Peter. Popular men. You're welcome." She says.

"WHAT THE HELL?! That's my best friend! Go back to him." I scold her.

Oh Niall.

"No he's such a loser. I'm doing you a favor. Good bye!" And the line goes dead.

Oh good god.

"Hey babe! Ready to go?" Her boyfriend, which I learnt was named Harry, calls me out.

"Coming!" I make my way out and he slips his arm around me. As we walk I see someone who had just been thrown to the ground. I notice glasses lay across the hall and he searches for them with his hands. I move out of Harry's hold and grab the glasses for the boy.

Hey, I was in that position not to long ago. I'm going to help him.

"Here you go." I say kneeling beside him and he flinches.

"D-don't hurt me." He stutter.

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." I say softly. "I'm Lou- I mean Elizabeth."

"L-Liam." He stutters.

"You okay mate?" Harry's voice asks.

"Y-yea. Fine. I-I have to get to class." He mumbles trying to grab all his papers.

"Here let me help." I say putting a few of his papers in a neat pile and put his books beside them.

"Th-Thanks." He mumbles and I give him a soft smile before standing.

"Good luck in class Liam." I say and he nods walking away.

"What's with the new attitude babe?" Harry asks holding me close and I look up at him from Liam's retreating figure.

"I had to help him, I was once in his position and-" shit.

"You were?"

"I mean I could imagine being in his position and it seems rotten." I mumble looking away.

"Well I like this little turn of events. You usually laugh at them and make it worse." Harry whispers.

I smile getting out of his hold and walking towards what I believe is an English class.

"I'll see you after class babe." Harry says going to kiss my lips but I turn my face and he kisses my cheek.

"Bye!" I quickly walk into the class. I notice someone waving me over so I take a seat beside them.

"OMG!! Your never going to guess who invited Amanda to prom!!" The girl beside me says in a screechy voice.

"What? Who?" I ask.

"That nerd Liam." She begins to snort laughing. How attractive.....

"What's so funny about that?"

"It's Liam. Such a loser." She says.

"Well I don't think you or Amanda are being very fair." I say.

"What's wrong with you? Do you have a fever?" She asks.

"No." I mutter.

"Any who, he basically handed her some roses and had his friend play the violin while he was a stuttering mess!" She laughs. "And then the boys from the football team circle beat him, you really should have been there!"

"Can you shut up?" I snap.

"Bitch." She mutters.

"Like you aren't one." I reply before turning my attention to the front of the room.

******

"How was math?" Harry asks as we walk towards the lunch room.

"It sucked." I laugh before seeing Liam eating alone under the steps. "You alright there?"

"Y-Yea 'm fine." He sniffles wiping his nose.

"Hey." I say softly. "Don't cry what's wrong?"

"Like you haven't heard." His voice cracks and I look over at Harry.

"Amanda." He whispers.

I give him a curious look before walking over to Liam and crouching beside him.

"Is it about the promposal?" I ask and he nods.

"I thought it was very sweet and creative in a nerdy kind of way." I say and he shrugs.

"Do you like Amanda?" I ask.

"You know I do. You always tease me for it." He snaps at me.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm not who I was before." Literally.

"Did you hit your head or something?" He asks.

"Maybe." I chuckle.

He sighs pulling his legs close to his chest.

I look over at Harry and he shrugs. "Uhmm . . . Do you want to come sit with us at lunch?"

Liam's face snaps up and looks at Harry. "Pranking me again styles."

"No." Harry says in a grumpy tone. "Those guys are ass holes. Just sit with Elizabeth and I we aren't going to hurt you."

"I-I'm good thank you." He stutters.

"You know, my friend Niall would really like you-" fuck.

"Who's Niall?" Harry asks me skeptically.

"I - err - he's a friend. F-From Mullingar." I stutter.

"You didn't mention anybody - boys - that you were hanging out with on your trip to Ireland last year." He says in a possessive tone.

"He was only a friend. I don't even keep contact with him." I mumble.

"Hmmph. Good." He says.

"Well Liam . . . Lemme know if you change your mind." I say and Harry pulls me along to the cafe.

As I walk down multiple men wink at me and girls give Harry flirty waves. Weird.

"Wanna come over tonight and uh . . . Have another fun night like three days ago." A boy whispers suggestively in my ear after I take a seat beside Harry.

I look at him with disgust before sliding closer to Harry. Creep.

"What's wrong babe?" Harry asks looking down at me sweetly.

"I-I feel uncomfortable." I admit.

"Don't worry they know your mine and nobody will mess with you." Harry says softly.

"I-I don't think the guy beside me got that memo." I mumble.

Harry growls glaring the guy beside me up and down before I'm pulled onto his lap. "Ugly, desperate, little fuck." Harry whispers and I giggle as he holds my back close to his chest.

I open my lunch and find a container with a chicken gyro. Holy shit this is amazing.

I drool over it before shoving it in my mouth. I quietly moan into the sandwich in delight. This is possibly one of the best lunches I have had.

"Oooo moan again baby but say my name." Harry whispers breathing into my ear. I blush a vibrant red and he chuckles. "You're blushing."

He places a kiss on my red cheek and I get hotter. "It's hard not to when you act like this."

Harry chuckles opening his lunch which is the same as mine. Which makes me wonder.....

"Why were you at my home for the night?" I asks.

"You wanted me to claiming you'd miss me too much?" He says questioningly.

"Right." I mumble finishing my meal.

"Hey slut!" A shout comes from across the table and my head snaps up to see a boy laughing at a girl with a red face and big glasses. She scurries past our table with watery eyes as the people at my table laugh at her.

"These people are so rude." I mumble watching her retreating figure.

"Why such a big change in heart? You usually laugh at Jenna or make fun of her." He says.

"Nobody should be treated that way. It's very upsetting." I mumble.

"Don't worry I still love you, actually I love you even more." Harry says looking at me. I gulp. This is the first time anyone has ever said that to me.

Of course besides Niall and my mum.

"I-I love you too." I blush. Although for me there is little to no meaning to it.

I just friggen met him!

He smiles kissing my nose before taking a bite of his gyro. He holds it in his right hand and his left rests on my hip drawing circles.

The lunch bell rings and I sigh.

I really hate school.

"C'mon baby." Harry stands and I do as well. He holds my hand and we walk towards my locker. I put away all my lunch stuff and get out my school books. Two more periods. Only two more.

******

3 more minutes Lou! Three more and I can go home. Imma call Niall.

'Just a reminder girls football tryouts begin tomorrow after school' the end of the day announcements go off and I smile to myself.

Looks like Elizabeth is about to become a footie player.