"They'll be done in a minute."

Harry's lips were moulded against mine as he kissed me, his tongue slipping into my mouth as his hands cupped my face. I let my hands tug on his shirt, holding him closely to me as I lost myself in him, the loud chatter which filled the cafeteria muted.

A clear of the throat pulled us apart, my eyes darting to one of the two girls sat across from us as I returned to sit straight in my chair. I glanced at Harry, and sure enough his face held the smirk I knew it would as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

"You guys are gross," Tasha wrinkled her nose, shooting me a wink so I knew she was only joking, "I get that you're together, now - but damn, lay off the PDA."

"I'm sorry," I laughed, leaning into Harry's side while picking up my water bottle.

"I'm not," Harry quipped, and I shoved his arm playfully. He locked eyes with me, before nodding silently towards Tiff, who sat beside her sister, glaring into the distance beside Harry.

"Tiff," I caught her attention, "You good?"

"Great," she flashed me a smile, and I nodded. Sure, she wasn't my favorite of the two - but I didn't want her to be upset with me.

"Great," I returned, pleased her annoyance with Harry and I appeared to be lessening.

"So," Tasha cleared her throat, "does anybody want to tell me why Louis Tomlinson looks like he's about to crush that bottle in his hand?"

I frowned for a second, glancing at Harry before looking over my shoulder - only feet away stood Louis, his cheeks flushed with anger as he clutched a water bottle in his hand, his knuckles practically turning white.

"Ignore it, Harry," I murmured to him as I noticed his jaw clench, attempting to tug his attention from Louis' bitter stance.

"What's he so mad about, anyway?" Tasha scoffed, "That his little plan didn't work?" I'd caught her up with everything on the phone the night before, and she was just as pissed at Louis as I was.

"What plan?" Tiff interjected suddenly, and I had to hold back my glare at her sudden interest when it came to drama that didn't even remotely involve her.

"I'll tell you later," Tasha waved her off, before silently mouthing an, "I won't."

"Happy couple again, then, eh?" a voice sounded from beside us, and I rolled my eyes as I looked up, unable to hide the resentful expression my face likely held.

"What do you want, Louis?" I refused to make eye contact, as he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head at me.

"I dunno, 'Levin, I just didn't expect you to be so weak, y'know?" he sneered, and I rested my hand on Harry's knee, hoping to ease some of the tension I was aware was building, "I mean - going straight back to the drunk who cheated on you? Wow.. low, even for you."

I blinked slowly, biting my lip to stop myself from having some kind of outburst, "He's not a drunk, Louis."

Louis laughed bitterly, "Of course he is - we're talking about the same person, right? Harry Styles - the spitting image of the one and only Ken Styles."

I could feel Harry tense even further under my touch, and I turned to look at him fully, while Harry couldn't meet my eye - the mention of his father visibly encouraging his fury as his jaw clenched, "Harry," I murmured under my breath, though I knew he could hear me, "Don't listen to him - breathe."

"Oh, there he goes. She's right, Harry - listen to your keeper; keep your cool," he jeered, and I heard Tasha gasp from across the table as he continued, tilting his head to the side in a patronizing manner, "though, Styles - tell me - what is that body like in bed?"

Harry curled his hands into fists, the expression on his face displaying one of pure rage, and I knew he was trying to ignore the words Louis spat at him, but it was no use.

"Harry, listen to me-"

"Is she as tight as we all imagined?"

That was all it took for Harry to fly over the table, his grip tightening around Louis' shirt. Louis' eyes widened as Harry's fist connected with his jaw, sending Louis straight to the ground. I stood up quickly from my chair, rushing over in attempts to grab Harry's arm - none successful. The whole cafeteria erupted into inaudible shouts and cheers as Harry pummelled his fists against Louis' face, while I desperately shouted Harry's name in any sort of attempt to stop him.

"Styles! Hey, Styles!" a shout sounded over the commotion, as somebody lurched forward, grabbing Harry's arms and tearing him away from Louis who now lay curled up on the ground.

The guidance counsellor Mr. Coates had Harry in his grip, while Harry shouted a string of curse words, desperate to get ahold of Louis again.

"Harry, stop - stop it, boy!" he demanded, holding Harry's arms down, "remember what I told you - okay? Remember. C'mon, 'Styles, walk away," he soothed, and I frowned in confusion, simply praying that Harry would listen. "Walk away," he repeated.

Harry's eyes never left Louis, who lay whimpering on the cafeteria floor, as he slowly took a few steps back from him. His eyes now met mine, his gaze softening as he noticed the prominent shock in my own.

"Ana.." he trailed off, and I shook my head to silence him.

"Let's go, come on," I reached for his hand, glancing at Tasha as she sent me a nod, before I pulled Harry out of the cafeteria.

We didn't say another word until we were outside, the hallway falling silent in disbelief - the likeliness of them hearing the events of the cafeteria so soon higher than one would think. Harry's eyes remained on me as we walked, his stare not faltering for a second; holding so much passion I could've sworn it would burn a hole through me.

It was pouring. The rain soaked us more or less from the moment we stepped outside, though I knew Harry wouldn't care.

"Hey," his voice was quiet, as he stopped walking, pulling my arm to halt my pace, too, "I'm sorry."

I frowned, "No, it's okay. It's okay," I repeated, taking his face in my hands.

"I don't know what-" he sighed, "It was just.. hearing him talk about you like that," he seethed, becoming infuriated once again at the thought.

"Shh, I know," I murmured, "I know, baby."

Harry's eyes softened immediately, "I'm sorry," he repeated quietly, and I shook my head, bringing his head down for my lips to meet his. The kiss was only a few seconds; soft, gentle, and chaste.

"God, what are you doing to me, Ana?" he asked gently, and I couldn't hide the smile on my face as I looked up at him - his hair soaked and stuck to his forehead, his shirt equally as drenched and stuck to his body, showcasing those tattoos I'd yet to bug him for the meanings of.

"Whatever you're doing to me," I returned easily.

"What was Mr. Coates talking about?" I asked him as we continued walking, his hand in mine.

"Hm?" he hummed, fishing a cigarette out of his pocket, "I'm almost out, can we stop at the store?" he asked, lighting the tube.

I nodded to answer his question, "I don't know, he just seemed to.. he seemed to know how to calm you down so well."

He chuckled, taking a drag, "Years of practice, I suppose. I used to meet with him four times a week to help with my daddy issues."

I rolled my eyes, gratuitously snatching his cigarette from his grip and inhaling some, before handing it back to him.

"It's hot when you do that," he sent me a smirk and I raised my eyebrows.

"Even though I hate it?"

"Even though you hate it."

All I did was smile as we made our way into the local store, Harry heading straight to the counter to buy some packs, while I took an alternative route to the candy aisle. I let my eyes scan over the contents of the shelves, grabbing some packets of Reese's.

I felt familiar arms snake around my waist, Harry's chin pressing against my shoulder while I leant back against his chest.

"You didn't get sour patch?" he asked, his hand drawing circles on my hip.

"I was going to," I grinned, reaching forward to grab the bag from the shelf, "Anything else?"

"I've never had these," he reached around me, pointing to a 'Butterfinger' on the shelf.

"Whoa," I caught ahold of his wrist, my eyes frantically scanning his hand. His knuckles were already bruised a deep purple, grazed and stained with dry blood.

"S'nothing, alright? 'Just a graze."

"Harry," I almost whined, turning around to face him, "Come on." I tugged him through the aisles, finding a first aid kit and grabbing it, despite his protests that 'it was nothing.'

We reached the counter, Harry beginning to fish coins from his pocket; cursing repeatedly. I remained silent as he was desperate to find the right s amount - I didn't want to be patronizing. I put a bill onto the table, completing the sum of money we owed. Harry looked at me briefly, before grabbing the candy and heading outside, as I followed suit.

He didn't mention the money; I knew it was awkward for him, though it didn't bother me in the slightest. I hated that he felt it mattered, when in all honesty - it didn't matter to me at all - whether he had a dollar to his name or a hundred thousand; it didn't differ how I felt for him.

"Sit," I nodded to a wall about as high as my waist, as he reluctantly took a seat on it. I pushed his legs apart, standing between them and taking his left in mine.

I pulled open the first aid kit, reaching for some wipes and starting to clean the dry blood from Harry's knuckles, now taking note of the open cuts that littered his skin.

I winced, glancing up at him to see him watching me intently, his eyes on my lips while his was taken between his teeth, "Tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?" I told him, and he nodded his head, his eyes flickering to meet mine for a moment before returning focus to my lips.

I knew he wouldn't say a word if I was hurting him, but I still tried my best not to. I managed to cleanse all the blood from his skin, turning my attention to the cuts on him.

"You're staring," I remarked, reaching for a bandage to secure around the collection of wounds.

"You're beautiful," he returned, and I bit back a smile - I knew he was watching my cheeks flush pink as I tied the bandage, closing the kit.

"Done," I announced.

"Thank you, love," he leant forward to connect his lips with mine briefly, his thumb caressing my cheek.

"It's nothing," I mimicked, as a smirk overtook his features.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, princess," he teased, his hands settling on my waist, "can we eat these sweets now?"