Offbeat || Harry Styles

Chapter 4

Harry has never been one to lie, but when Cameron asked him why he was staring at the hideous girl across of them, Harry had to lie. He immediately removed him gaze and locked eyes with Cameron's. He gave him a smirk and told him that the reason he was staring at her was because she was ugly. And Harry had tried his best to make it look believable, because he believed that no one was ugly. A person is only at heart. And Tim was beautiful.

"God, I hate girls," Cameron exclaimed. "They're so whiny and...and," He shuddered. "Ew."

"You wouldn't be here if it wasn't for a woman," Harry snapped, before realizing that he went way too far.

"No shit," He scoffed. "It's just that...they truly annoy me,"

"And you annoy me." Harry would've said but he thought it would plain rude and disrespectful. So, he shut up and continued to eat his shrimps.

He couldn't wait until this date or whatever is over so that he could return back home, lie in bed, and read a book. He found peace doing so. His father would always give him a hard time because he didn't go out much, but that's just who he is. Nothing or no one could change him. It's like he was born this way, and he liked it.

He listened to Cameron rant about football season, and about how at least ten boys are chasing him. Harry believed he was just saying that to make Harry jealous. Harry would be grateful if one of those boys took Cameron away from him. Maybe he'd leave him alone, then.

He also snuck a few glances at Tim, blushing when she turned her head and blushed herself. She was beautiful, Harry kept on thinking.

"I'll pay my share," Harry argued. Cameron agreed and payed his. Harry was kind of disappointed when he walked out, Tim not even looking at him. He didn't expect her to, but it would've been nice. Incredibly out of place, but nice.

Harry was a quiet person. He always has been. Cameron was used to him being this way. Always calm and mute. So, Cameron talked on his behalf, making Harry want to rip his head off and kick it with his foot. Alas, that was stupid and Harry waited for Cameron to drop him off at his house.

"I had fun tonight. Thank you for joining me, Harry." Cameron smiled widely at Harry. Harry smiled back.

"I.."Cameron ran his hand through his hair. "I'll see you later then. Please return my calls this time."

"Um, yeah, sure." Harry said, even though he wasn't planning on doing that any time soon.

He watched Cameron leave, stuffing his hands in his front pocket, turning his head one last time to smile at Harry. Harry pretended he didn't catch his smile and got into his house. He sighed in relief and slipped off his shoes.

He spent his night reading in bed, his thoughts far, far away. He was distracted and he knew exactly why. He usually didn't like females, nor did he like males. He wasn't sure if he was meant to end up with someone. Maybe I'd a marry my favorite book, someday, he always thought.

And then there's Tim. God, he had only known her for a couple of hours but he knew he was trapped. He knew she would go back to that library and he knew he'd be there, waiting for her, too. No, it wasn't love at first sight or something. He was simple captured by the young lady, and he wanted to get to know her. He's never had enough friends, he only had two back in high school but they're both in America for college. Harry wished he'd go there, but he felt like he needed to relax and take his time to enjoy what his dads offered. He wanted to get to see everyone and everything before he leaves for good.

To Clobad.

Clobad is the only city in America where they allow straight people to live. It's illegal all over the world. Only in Clobad. Harry wanted to go there. He wanted to explore the world and live his life to the fullest, but everybody else wanted that, and Harry wasn't sure if things would look great for him. He never wanted to be alone, too. He likes company, but loves being alone. Harry is confusing.

Tim, on the other hand, hated being and feeling alone. She believed that it would be absolutely scary to remain alone with your own thoughts. They were dangerous. One did not think properly when he was alone. All one could think of is bad things. She didn't want to think about  the worlds' flaws, but it was mostly hers, but every night, they always found their way into her head. And Tim was powerless at that time. She'd feel alone and definitely not safe. She'd be scared, hiding under her covers, her hands covering her ears, as if they would block all the noise inside of her head. It was useless.

She could never mute the noises, but she wanted them out. She wanted to be able to sleep at night, peacefully and calmly. She could hardly remember the last time she had a fullnight's sleep. She almost forgot how it felt.

Tim's worst enemy was herself. How could she defeat it? Wouldn't she be killing herself that way?

She'd always think of the freckles that littered her cheeks, the extra flesh on her hips, how much she weighted, how much she ate, and what people thought of her. What would they think or do when they find out she wasn't like most people? Would they send her to jail? Would they disrespect her and call her name daily? Would they spit at her like they did to her former neighbors? What would her Mums say? Would they still love her? Would she still be their little girl?

Tim wanted to be saved from her own self. She wanted to be able to sleep at night without thinking about anything. She wanted to walk down the street and not feel like she's an outsider. All she wanted is a normal life, but she had to be normal to achieve that.

And that night, Tim laid in bed, staring at her white ceiling, thinking about Romeo and Juliet. And Harry.

AUTHOR'S NOTEl: don't forget to vote and comment. xand i love tim. yes you.