Harry POV

Chapter 15: I wanted to see her cheeks stained pick

I could smell the scent of strawberries filling the car and surroding me and without meaning too I closed my eyes and inhaled, hoping to imprint the extact way she smelled, and trying to memorise the essence of her presence. I quickly snapped myself out it, both because i needed to concertrate on driving and because I didn't want to freak her out.

"I don't want your dad to be mad at you, so is there maybe a quicker route we could go?" I asked her, turning my head to actually look at her. But her eyes weren't on me, they were transfixed on my hands. Or fingers? which were wrapped tightly around the steering wheel.

"Lennon?" I asked, worried. She didn't reply and instead just continued to stare at my hands.

"Lennon? Are you alright?" I aksed, this time putting my hand on her shoulder to try to get her to look at me.

When she finally snapped her blue eyes to mine I felt my throat become dry and my cock begin to throb in my jeans. Her blue eyes had an expression in them which could only be described as lust she pulled her pink tongue out to wet her swollen lips. I swallowed loudly.

"Pull over Harry."

I immediately did as she asked, she could tell me to strip and run naked around the street and I would do it. I was putty in her hands.

She looked over at me and into my eyes, her expression so intense it made my heart beat even faster "Give me your hand."

"What?" I asked breathlessly.

She raises her eyebrows and extends her own hand, palm up. We were both still for a few long moments, panting loudly before I slowly laid my hand in her own. she turns my hand over and pulls it toward her legs, placing it just above her knee, where her skirt has ridden.

I stared at my hand on her thigh and don't move it, my face frozen, my eyes widened. We both close our eyes for a second, my breathing becoming eratic as my brian tries to gage that I am actually touching Lennons soft, creamy skin. The thought causing precum to drip out of my impossibly hard cock.

Her cheeks are flushed and her hands are shaking. I suddenly felt my heart swell at the image, but didn't have time to even think before she covered my hand with hers and pulled her flowely skirt up further with the other, casuing me to gasp loudly. She drags my hand up her leg, spanning the remaining space, and she exhaled heavily when my palm and long fingers were against her upper thigh. Her eyes drift closed and she sinks back into the seat.

"Lennon..." I moaned

"Shh," She whispered, seductively, rubbing her thumb over my knuckles and slightly touching my rings.

With her free hand, she slowly unclipped her seatbelt and it snaps back into place at her shoulder. She lifted up a little and uses both hands to slide her underwear off. she avoided my gaze which was stuck on her, clearly memorised. she's was blushing so hard.

She threads her tiny fingers through mine while she raised up on her knees and turns to me, her crystal eyes still pointed downward. When she eased onto my lap, I sucked in my breathe, leaning back slightly to accommodate her and trying to memorise the feel of her on my body.

Then her fingers are in my hair and on my shoulders, and we're both panting and kissing each other so hard that I'm faintly aware that we'll be bruised when this is all over. I cant help myself, and I force my tongue into her mouth, when mine touches hers she gasps, and I can't even think anymore. My body just takes complete control as I tug hard on her hair, and she falls down heavily on me, causing us both to moan heavily at the feeling of my erection pressing against her bare, wet centre, just the material of my pants separating us.

"Holy god," She whimpered and I moved my hand to her breast over her shirt, before pulling it and her bra down relaving her small, pert breasts whilst she gapped with my belt accord.

"Jesus Lennon, I want you so much, so fucking much, i cant-" I gasped, as I felt her warm fingers stroke me. I feel close already, so I pulls her hand away and pulled her further into my cock. Snaking my hand down between her legs, I rubbed her wetness, she moans into my hair and grinds her hips into me harder, The friction making my cock throb even harder. So, i started to rub her faster...faster, until she writhed underneath me uncontrollably, as she grips my hair harder and lets out high moans.

"Harry, oh god, oh god" she moaned, thrusting into me.

I couldn't hold back any longer, grabbing her sides i raise her like she's nothing, then pull her back down onto me.

" Oh" I groan. Grasping myself, I push into her.

"Oh fuckkkkkkkkkkkk" I moaned.

"Harry, please, please" she whipered in her tiny little voice. Her pleas and moans are driving me crazy. I don't know if I can hold on. My cock is about to burst. She's so fucking soft, so wet, so perfect. And so fucking tight. Tensing, I slowed down. I wanted this to be perfect for her.

Sensing the change in me, I heard Lennon whisper. "Please, Harry, i want you so much, don't stop", I can see all of her naked body writhing over me with my cock buried deep inside of her. Her hard nipples jut forward as she arches her back and groans with pleasure. I can feel her wet walls clenching around me, and i had to force myself not to explode.

"Harry!"

  "Lennon oh god Lennon, Youre fucking perfect" I moaned, grasping her hips to rock her into me. She's so close.

"Harry!"

"HARRY, WAKE THE FUCK UP!"

I julted forward in bed, sweat dripping down my forehead and cum dripping down my legs and onto the sheets.

"Harry!" My dad shouted, ponding at my door.

"Yes I'm awake!" I shouted back, my voice cracking halfway through. I heard him mutter something under his breath before walking away.

I let out a long sigh and ran my already clamy hands over my face. "Fucking hell" I whispered.

It was just a dream, god dammit.

Just a dream, I repeated over and over like a mantra. Another dream about Lennon. Lennon, Lennon, Lennon. I couldn't control what I dreamed about, so why was I beating myself up about it? It didn't mean anything did it? I knew the answer to that.

The dreams had started a week ago. Lennon was worried because she had to stay late for tutoring and didn't have any way of getting back home. Of course, after hearing the sadness in her voice I immedtialy offered to take her home. For me, this meant having to wait around for 2 hours after school had finished, which was fine because it gave me the opportunity to clean out my car and make sure it didn't smell like shit before she got in. All through the car ride I could hardly concrete on the road, her smell was always around me, her sweet voice singing along to the radio, and her flowerly skirt riding up her thigh when she sat down.

The worst part of it however was seeing her eyes on my hands. She kept staring at them, what was she thinking, was she thinking of how they would feel on her body? Inside of her? The thought made me want to pull over and kiss all over her body, and it was a surprise that I was able to get her home in one peace.

Since that day, I felt like a 12 year old boy who has just found out what masturbation was. I have dreamt about her everynight, in everyway, but the fantasy of the car kept coming to my head, I could barerly get into my car without getting an erection. Not only that, but I could hardly look at Lennon without wanting to touch her. It was like my all my senses went into over drive whenever I was around her and I turned into some sappy puppy. I felt a little ashamed, Lennon was so pure and trusting and yet here I was fantasying about her begging me to take her and calling me daddy. It had to stop.

I laid myself back down on the bed, finally willing myself to relax, the throbbing ache in my manhood did not cease, nor retreat.

Clenching my teeth and rolling over onto my stomach, I shoved my face into the fluff of my pillow. Maybe if I didn't think about it, it would go away. Lennon is just a friend. Just a friend. She loves Danny. She wants Danny. Not you.

The thought angered me beyond everything. All I could think about is Lennon. Lennon. Lennon. That's all I ever fucking thought. I closed my eyes tightly, images of Lennon from my dream kept coming back into my head. Her soft brown hair, her clear blues, her soft creamy skin, pale breasts. I had felt them against me when we had kissed that one time that the memory refused to leave me.

My thickness pressed uncomfortably against the mattress underneath my body, I fought back a groan thinking about the way she looked in one of the many dreams.

Maybe... if I was quick...

I rolled back over onto my back and quickly shoved my black boxers down to my mid-thighs, my erection springing up excitedly as I did so.

"Harry, Darling, come on, get up" I heard my mum say. If there was anything that could kill my boner, it was my mum.

After quickly throwing a jumper on and raking a hand through my hair, I decided to go down stairs.

"Good morning sweetheart, are you feeling ok?" My mum said, coming up to me and kissing me on the cheek, her Channel perfume invading my senses, a somewhat change from the fruity scent I have grown accuomed to and loved over the past couple of mouths. I smiled at the genuine worry in her tone.

"Yeah mum I'm-"

"Of course he's fine, just fucked out of his head again, as usual" Dad said, goberling down the breakfeast that mum had probally spent 2 hours preparing and he wouldn't even say thankyou for.

"I acutally wasn't fucked up last night Father" I said calmy, sitting down. "I was, however, woken up by You when you came in at 3 oclock in the morning knocking over stuff. You know its weird, I thought your office closed at like 11" I said. "Weird". I picked up my knife and fork, smirking, knowing full well that he was out fucking which ever escort cost the most and doing blow. Sometimes, when he was that drunk and I was home he would come into my room and start hitting me. I was used to it, I didn't care. The way I saw it, I rather it be me then ever be my mother.

He just glared at me with those dull, lifeless eyes.

"So Harry are you looking forward to your match today? Is you kit ready?" my other said, smiling attempting to change the subject. I had a football match during 1st period today and i was actually looking forward to it, Football was one of the few things I enjoyed these days.

"Yeah should be good" I said, smiling back at her. The last thing on earth I would ever want to do was upset my mother. I heard my dad laughing at me. I wanted so much to try and ignore him but I guess I haven't mastered the art of self of control.

"Is there something funny Dad?" I spat the word 'Dad' he was hardly a dad.

"Just you. You're fucking 18 Harlod. Maybe you should spent your time actually doing something useful then kicking a small around. Wouldn't make you such an embarrassment, you can atleast try to find in. You and your drugs and your faggot clothes. embarssaaing." he spat.

"Darling-" m mother says in a pleading voice.

"Yeah, no youre right, I'm the embarrassment. I mean your the middle age prick who cheats, lies, corrupts, does drugs and beats up people" I pause, taking a moment to remember the times he had hit me whilst he was drunk.

"But youre right, because I cant be bothered to pretend to like all you pretentidious fucks and I wear what I wanna wear and I don't bother hide the fact that I do drugs, im the embarrsment" I said, standing up.

"Harry-" my mother said, and I could see the slight tears filing up in her eyes.

"It's fine mother, I have to get going now anyway." I said leaning down to kiss her on the cheek, not wanting her to be upset.

"Good riddance"

"By the way, I love the way you dress" she whispered, causing a slight smile to creep onto my face.

"Oh, and for the record, I would never what to fit in with you"

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"I cant believe this, I cant believe I'm fucking benched, I'm the best player" Kyle complained. We had been in the field for 20 minutes and Kyle had spent everyone of those minutes complain =g about how he couldn't play.

"Second best" I corrected.

"Third best" Danny added. which earned us both a dirty look.

"I'm telling ya, couch has it in for me because his wife has the hots for me. I mean not that I can blame her, but I'm sick of the male gaze" Kyle pouted.

"You're a victim of the male gaze, really?" Danny asked.

"I'm the victim of all gazes Daniel, look at me" Kyle said, pointing to himself.

"Yeah it would be that and not the fact that you threw a party with tones of shit the night before we had a match" I said stretching.

"BFD. It's not like alcohol ever killed anybody" he said rolling his eyes, whist me and Danny gave each other a look.

"Well it is hard to argue with that logic" I said. Looking at Kyle, I noticed that his face had turned into a smirk.

"What you smirkin' about?"

"You're gonna wish you weren't the one able to play mate" He said, pointing over my shoulder and my eyes widened when I realised what he was pointing at.

"Hiii Harry!" Lauren Smart waved, a massive, massive smile on her face. Whilst she bounced up and down and waved a sign that said 'Go Harry!' I had hooked up with her when we were 13 years old in someone's cupboard. We only made out whilst I held her boob and she grazed my dick but apparently that was enough for her to be freakily obsessed with me. I remember one time when Kyle stayed at mine and we had nothing to do and glee was on TV so we decided to just sit down and watch it. 2 things. One, Glee was actually good. Two, Lauren Smart was exactly like that Rachel Berry girl.

"Oh for fuck sake" I said whilst Danny and Kyle laughed at me.

"OMG Harry, fuck me fuck me hard" Kyle said in a high pitched tone.

"Like you'd mind" I said, smirking.

"Come Babe, I'm all ready for you" we said coming in closer jokingly. We both started to laugh until I noticed something behind me.

"What are Lennon and Issy doing here?" I asked, a bit breathlessly. There was no way I could face her after the dream i had last night, not a chance. My head quickly becoming faded as I saw her walking closer towards us.

"Pip always comes" Danny smiled and I had to resit the urge to roll my eyes. I tried to look around the field, trying to look as casual as possible.

"Hey, is Shelby coming?" He asked nervously, his face becoming even more redder than it usually does when he talks about her.

"Oh no, sorry mate but I couldn't invite both Issy and Shelby to the same thing not unless we want world war 3 and obvo i chose Issy. So sorry about that" Kyle shrugged, although he didn't sound sorry at all.

"Its alright, look I have something I've been trying to tell you guys for ages" he said, looking around. "The other night-"

"Danny!" Get your arse over here!" He huffed before running away. "Later" he said.

"Hey Harry! Hey Kyle!" I could hear her soft voice and began to panic. Get your shit together man. She's just a girl.

"Isabella. What a pleasant surprise. you couldn't resit the offer of seeing me any opportunity you could?"

I took a minute before turning around to prepare myself to see Lennon. act fucking normal Styles, not like some Hormonal kid. However, that doesn't recall seem to be an option these days, so maybe I'm just going to have to settle on avoiding her.

"Yeah. No. More like i couldn't resit the opportunity to see you get your arse kicked on the field." She smirked. Although, i swear I could see her eyes discreetly run down his body before quickly running away.

"As if" he scoffed. obviously not noticing because of his damaged ego.

"Good luck with that, he's not even gonna be on the field, he's been made an alternate" I pipped in.

"Oh my god" Issy Laughed.

"Only because the coach has got it in for me. I've trained for nothing" he huffed, he was such a child.

"That's awful" Lennon sympathised, and I felt my heart swell. My god, i need to get laid. Maybe that's all this was maybe I just needed some action.

"Yes it is. Thankyou Lennon. At least someone understands."

"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked, a little rudely. Turns out I couldn't ignore her presence even when I'm trying.

she looked slightly taken back and a little hurt before answering "Well I always come to Danny's matches" of fucking course. Danny.

"Right." I answered bluntly, feeling the anger and annoyance in my veins and before even thinking i walked off to starting position leaving a very confused Lennon behind.

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Throughout the match 3 things I noticed 3 things. Laurens cheering, Kyles constant complaining, and Lennon's voice of encouragement and offers of water. all of 3 I tried to desperately ignore. Lennon was probably just watching fucking Danny anyway, I thought bitterly, childishly.

That was before someone elbowed my lips when I was attempting to tackle them.

"Harry!"

"Styles you alright?" I nodded but there was a large amount of blood coming from my lip.

"Styles,  go get yourself cleaned up" Coach said.

"That is...That is just terrible. Absolutely disgusting behaviour" Kyle said, hands on hips.

"But, I guess show must go on, and someone has to fill in for Harry, and seem as though I'm the only one here..." Kyle didn't finish his sentence before running off onto the field.

Unable to help myself, I looked around the field to one particular person. Lennon looked beyond concered before she said, "Hey Harry, come with me, there's a first aid kit here"

I knew my eyes were wide, I don't know if I can handle being around her right now, not whilst the images of the dream I had last night were so vidily bedded into my brain. But of course, seeing her standing there with her wide blue eyes i couldn't say no. Even if it meant I'd lose my sanity, I couldn't say no. So I followed Lennon silently, watching as she picked up the first aid kit.

She led me to the back of the cabin that next to the field and toward the unisex bathroom, turning to face me, bumping the door open with her back.

"Its probably disgusting in here, but weve got to have some water"

I stared at her stupidly for a second, thinking, Is she going to play nurse? Is she actually going to take care of this lip for me? I wipped my sweaty hands on the back of my shorts. I needed to get my shit together. This is just Lennon, She's in love with someone else, remember?

Still, I couldnt decide whether it was a very, very good idea or a very, very bad one. My heartbeat quickening a little as I followed her inside, hearing the door close behind us with a soft swishing sound. She frowned, looking on the floor, presumably for something to prop the door open with, but I'm guessing she couldn't find anything, not that I would notice, I was too busy looking at her.

Wow, this bathroom is really small.

Okay, so She scanned the small room, her doll like eyes fluttering around. I was familiar with this bathroom, Ive had sex in here before. I felt a small twitch. Okay, so thinking about sex whilst Lennon is in the same room as me is a big no.

It had two stalls and a small counter with a mirror. I just stood there, holding my lip so that the blood wouldn't go onto the floor.

She fumbled with the kit for a second, her delicate, little fingers finally prying it open and causing band-aids and gauze to fly out onto the counter, some dropping to the floor.

"You see-" I tried to grin at her, but caught mysef wincing a little. "This is why you shoudnt be given responbiity, youre too clumsy" I said teasing her, letting my guard down. I couldn't be around her anymore without wanting to see her smile. She's been so sad lately, so un Lennon like. I couldn't not and I wanted to see her cheeks stain pink.

"Oh, I can go get someone else for you? Maybe Lauren?" She smirked, raising her eyebrow at me. i smiled a full smile at her. I loved that she felt the level of comfort with me to joke around when a couple of mouths ago she couldn't look me in the eye, the thought made me smile.

"Nah, I want you" I said, before I could stop myself, and I felt my eyes widen at how true the words were. You have no idea, I thought, licking my lips.

"Really? because its like you've been avoiding me all day" she said, her tone suddenly serious and her eyes suddenly sad. I instantly felt like a dick. It's not Lennons fault that I wasn't able to be around her without my brain turning to mush and my body turning to a rock.

"Did that upset you?" I felt like the worlds biggest dick but the thought me having any type of effect on her had my head spinning.

"n-" She paused "Yes" She whispered.

"Hey" I said, putting my hand on her arm and making look me in the eye. "I'm sorry, ive just had rough morning, I should not have taken it out on you, or anyone. But especially not you" I said, trying to smile, but I found it difficult when I looked at her like this.

"I forgive you" she said, smiling, her dimples on display.

"Check you out, admitting how you really feel" I couldn't help but feel proud of her that she hadn't shrugged her feelings off. I tried again to smile at her, but was finding it increasingly difficult to do so.

She seemed to notice this and winced a little herself, asking, "Does it hurt a lot?"

Yes. Yes it does. It hurts terribly. Maybe you should kiss it better?

"Nah". I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. "Its more numb than anything."

I was lying, but hey, I wasnt about to complain, given the fact that she apparently was going to play nurse. This would no doubt lead to another dream, I knew it.

"Well here, why dont you wash the blood off of your hands first, then Ill work my magic" she said, moving her hands around like a dork. For some reason, the way she'd said in her tiny voice it made something deep in the pit of my stomach tingle a little; again, I was dying to tell her that when I was a little boy and had gotten hurt, my mum always kissed it better.

"Will do" I was actually greatful for the distraction, for the chance to do something instead of just stand there in that tiny room staring at her, inhaling her and taking her in. It was making my head spin.

I watched as my blood streaked the sink. I turned my head for a second and noticed that Lennons eyes were on my hands. I immeditaily felt all the blood in my brian rush south and I wasn't sure how to react, this was too much like the dream I had, and I couldn't even function a thought that didn't have her pinned againist the wall. I wanted to tell her that I would anything she wanted me to do with my hands. Anything.

A slightly awkward silence had fallen as we stood looking at each other for a second, then she stepped forward, looking up at my lip. How the hell was I was supposed to stand here while she softly looked at my lips without my body reacting?

Taking a deep breathe she said, "Okay, so this is a little weird" She laughed, her cheeks becoming that delicious shade of pink. "I mean, youre so tall that I cant even really see what Im trying to do here.

I smirked slightly "Len, are you asking me to sit on the bathroom floor? Because I refuse, I'm not that kind of guy" I joked.

she blushed, "Oh shut up. No, I am not asking you to sit on the floor. Im going to have to sit on the counter" She sighed.

"Well this should be fun" i said, enjoying this. I casually slumped against the wall, my legs crossed and my hair slightly sweaty. She was just staring.

"What?" I asked, a little self consisouly. urgh. What is wrong with me?

"oh- Nothing, nothing" she said.

Shed stood with her back to the counter, clutching it with her palms, then with a difflcuty that only lennon could have at such an easy task, raised herself to rest up on it. I couldnt help but smile as I watched her again dig through the first aid kit sitting next to her, taking out a piece of gauze, unwrapping it and running it under the sink to the left of her for a minute. I took the opportunity to just study her face. She really was just so pretty.

"Okay, so youre going to have to come closer if you expect me to do something about that lip of yours" She smiled.

not a problem

Something low in the pit of my stomach seemed to be almost buzzing, humming as I took a few steps toward her, stopping in front of her. She had to shift her knees to the side to keep from bumping me in the crotch, she blushed furisously as she did this, and I was greatfull she didn't touch it otherwise she would have noticed how hard I was. In the fantasy in my head, she was running her leg up and down my length. I decided to stop that train of thought before I had a very embarrassing accident.

My mind was racing. I dont know that I can handle this. Can I handle her touching me? Can I handle her being this close to me, her hands on my face, my lips, for fuck sake?

"This is gonna be cold" She warned, in the sweetest voice ive ever heard, then lightly touched the damp gauze to my lip. I winced when the cloth touched my lip, casuing her to pull it back suddenly.

Oh my god – did that hurt? She asked. I liked the concern I saw on her face, liked that she seemed so worried about hurting me, loved the way her hands had been so gentle when she touched the gauze to my lip.

In fact, I was loving this whole scenario, thinking for a brief second that I would take a busted lip every day of the week if she could be the one to nurse it for me. Again, I wanted to make a joke about it to her, but I didnt dare.

"Its okay" I assured her, in a soft voice, hoping she didnt notice that my voice cracked just a little, hoping she couldnt hear my heart, but wondering at the same time how on earth she possibly couldnt hear it, it was pounding in my ears, making it difficult for me to breathe.

Her cheeks flushed and I wondered for a second if that she was beging to notice that I was enjoying this a little too much. After all, I was a big boy, I was perfectly capable of wiping my own lip.

She tried to sound business-like, " I think thats all the blood. Now I need to put some of that stuff on it that keeps it from bleeding"

"Oh yeah, course, course" I said, smiling, casusing her to smile too. All I could do was gaze at her, slightly dazed, my chest rising and falling with the breaths that seemed to be coming a little.

She was rifling again through the kit while I stood watching her, very aware of how close I was standing to her; I could smell that scent of strawberries, her scent. I couldve sworn it was making me light-headed or was that just the acute awareness of how close she was?

I didn't have a clue what she was on about or what she was looking for, but I didn't care. I'd have let her pour rubbing alcohol into the cut if it meant shed be that close to me again, that she would touch me again. Oh god.

I watched, fascinated as shed opened the tube and put a little ointment on the tip of her index finger. As soon as I saw her do that, I felt my heartbeat quicken, and I almost felt a little panicked, because I wasnt sure that I could stand there and act in any way normal if she touched her fingers to my lips. With the way Im feeling right now, I would literally explode.

I couldn't handle this. Why couldve she just handed me the first aid kit and pointed him in the direction of the bathroom by myself?

Then I found myself thinking, So why is she doing this, then? Does she want to touch me as much as I want her to? The thought made my cock throb violently aginist my shorts.

The thought only made the tension that much worse, made it that much more difficult to breathe, when god knows I've been having enough trouble as it was. Jesus this really was wishful thinking. Get a hold of youself Styles.

I can handle this. I can handle this. I can-

And then she said, "Okay, look up"

But I was so painfully distracted by the smell of her hair, by the dirty thoughts swirling through my head - by the energy it was taking for me to refrain from touching her - I just raised my eyes to the ceiling, not moving my head. She suddenly burst out laughing at me. Her giggles music to my ears.

"Stop being difficult" Shed said, suddenly putting one soft hand on my chin and gently tilting my head back a little, her other hand resting lightly on my cheek.

Wow. Just – wow.

Think about football, football. Gary Barlow Naked. Something, anything other than the fact that she was leaning close enough for me to feel her warm breath on my cheek, her hands on my face, my mouth. Anything that would stop me from coming in my pants at any moment. From beneath my lids I could see that her hand was shaking visibly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips briefly.

oh fuckkkkkkk

Her touch was light, gentle as she dabbed the ointment to my lip, murmuring , "Im sorry if this hurts"

Oh yes, this hurts, it's agony.

I wondered for a split second I have ever been this aroused in my entire life, if hed ever felt this much desire and sexual tension for a person before. This is ridiculous. I wanted to close my eyes, but I didnt dare, instead, I watched her through almost closed lids. I didn't know what else she done to my lip, I couldn't even register it. all I heard was her saying;

"All done" She smiled, somewhat shyly.

"Yeah, uh, yeah, thanks" I stuttered.

"Anytime. Hey?..." She raised her eyebrows at me, then gestured for me to step back so she could jump down off the counter. Before I even had time to process what I was saying I asked-

"Do you need me to help..."? I held out my arms a little, indicating that I'd help her down, desperate to touch her, to feel her skin.

All of a sudden she was immediately started to shake her head, I felt my stomach sink. But then before I could blink again she said "Erm Yeah actually" she said quietly.

i didn't need to be old twice. I put m hands lightly on her waist, gently, not wanting to hurt her in anyway. Her hands rested lightly, very lightly, too lightly on my shoulders, before I lifted her so effortlessly.

I felt my breathe catch in my throat at her feeling of her tiny body sliding its way down to mine and i once again saw the pink flush on her cheeks.

"Hey, thanks again-" I began to say, scratching the back of my neck.

"Oi, Harry, Get your arse out here now, get this dickhead off my field" Coach's voice came through and we both break away laughing.

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"And remember guys we have a test tomorrow, remember to study. I know there's a lot going on right now, but don't let your grades fall behind as a result." Mr. Jensen said. His voice rough, his eyes red and his clothes scraggy. The usual appeal made girls and guys wanna stay after class gone.

"Sir, I can't study tonight, I have hot date" Josh said arrogant.

"Just right with your other hand then Josh " causing the class to giggle.

"Don't test me Kyle. Trust me you won't me you like me when I'm pissed off"

"No one likes you anyway" he shrugged.

"Suck my dick"

"Not my type" Kyle said smoothly. Causing everyone, including even Lennon to laugh, making the corners of m mouth lift up. To be completely honest, i had 0 clue that Kyle was even in my English class, this is the first English lesson he has shown up too since the school year has began. He usually spends the lesson trying to seduce Miss Andrews the hot R.E teacher. So, you can imagine my surprise when I tried to come to class a little early to save a seat for Lennon with me at the back only to have Kyle come in and Plock his arse down.

"Alright, that's enough guys, come on this is-" he was cut off a loud knock on the door.

"Can I come in?" it was detective O'Neil. immediately, me, Lennon and Kyle were all looking at one another, our expression which were once bored now extremely wary and on edge.

Mr. Jensen's eyes looked a little wide before he cleared his throat and said. "Mr. O'Neil, of course, come on in" He said, smoothing his tie and moving aside to make room for him.

Mr. O'Neil didn't even bother saying thankyou. Instead, he went straight into talking.

"I've been around most classes in your year, you are one of the last, I'm sure you are all very aware of the horrible case that involves Miss Megan Ryan. What you should be aware of is that this is currently an on going investigation" He said, pausing, looking around at all of us. Almost as if he was attempting to intimidate us all at the same time. Mine and Kyles knees slightly touched as a way of communicating but i wish more than anything that i could see Lennon's face to make sure that she was ok.

"The Ryan's were the biggest donates to this school. They very rightly want to know what happened to their daughter. As a result, we will interviewing all of you at some point, and any information which you have regarding Megan, her troubles or the night she went missing should be shared with us. Thankyou for your time. I will be seeing you all soon" He said, before looking towards our direction, holding eye contact before he went through the door.

There was a silent moment in the room, so silent you could hear a pin drop, where everyone just started to look at each other. I desperately tired to catch Lennon's attention but all i could see were her shaking shoulders.

RING!!!!

Before I even left my seat, Lennon was up and running out of the door. I didn't waste a moment before running after her.

"Haz" Kyle said.

"Don't forget the test to-" I heard Mr. Jensen's trembling voice behind me.

"Lennon! Lennon!" I called. When I still couldn't catch up with her, i started to run.

"Lennon" I said when she finally stopped at a area outside. I gently grabbed her arm, forcing her to look me but not wanting to hurt her. My heart broke when I saw her face. There were tears in her large beautiful blue eyes, her cheeks rosy and her lip quivering. Before even thinking twice, i pulled her small body into mine, wrapping my arms around her small frame and giving her a hug.

"Hey, shhh. It's gonna be okay. Everything is going to be okay" I said feeling her shake in my arms, i started to run my fingers through her soft brown hair. Suddenly, getting an over whelming urge to protect her, i pulled her even closer to me if that's possible.

"Lennon, everything is gonna be okay" I whispered, wishing i could kiss her forehead without it being weird.

"Harry, you don't understand. I should of told someone, now they are gonna think-" she babbled, pulling away from me.

"What? The letters? Len we haven't got one of them in ages. Whoever it was clearly just trying to fuck with us." I said soothingly.

"NO, its not, its not that" she whispered, breaking eye contact with me.

"Then what is it?" I asked.

"Lennon" I said, putting my finger under her chin and making her looking at me. "You can tell me anything" I promised. You could tell e anything, everything. it was silent for a few moments before she said-

"I saw Megan on the night she died." She cried.

AN//
I'm so fucking sorry about this being such a long chapter for NO reason. The next chapter will be from Lennons POV. Stay read the Author's note on the next chapter if you can.

Stay safe 🌻