Riley's POV:

I sat down hesitantly in one of the two chairs of the principals office. Harry sat beside me and the principal followed by the guidance councilor and a police officer walked into the room.

"Thank you both for coming in here. Can you explain these photos to me?" He asked tossing down pictures of Harry and I... There were some from us sleeping in the street together and others of us outside the dance studio. Harry peered down and examined them closely as did I.

"Where did you get these?" I asked uncomfortably. "I can explain..."

"These were posted on social media sites during the day, and it appears you were breaking and entering to a private building." He said pointing down at the dance studio. "This is very unlike you, Miss. Cutler." He said.

"I have a key to the dance studio, it's right here." I sighed pulling it out and handing it to the police officer. "As for the others pictures, that's just a big misunderstanding." I croaked out.

"May I ask what your intentions are, Mr. Styles?" He said straightening out in his big principals chair. In my opinion, he looks like a big jackass right now. Didn't his mum ever teach him never to assume anything?

"I have no intentions but to do well in this new school." He muttered. I looked over at him and I could see he was mortified.

"Who took these photos and gave them to you?" I asked with concern. "Is someone following us?" I choked out.

"I'm not sure, I doubt it. It's probably just someone trying to cause drama, however... They did grab our attention. The next time I get sent photos of you half naked sleeping in Harry's arms outside late at night... Or if I get photos of you seeming suspicious outside a privately owned building there will be major consequences. Understood?" He said. I nodded my head and Harry handed him back the papers.

"The key is authentic." The officer said handing it back to me. "You two are free to go...as for you Mr. Styles, please stay out of trouble if you want to stay in this school." He commanded. We both walked out of the room and I immediately went on my phone.

"Harry what the fuck. There are pictures of us everywhere!" I shouted showing him my phone. He took it and started laughing at what people were commenting. "Are you kidding me? How is this funny!" I screamed slapping him. "Everyone is gonna think I went from hero to zero." I sighed.

"Zero? That's really nice." He said walking away.

"You know what I meant." I called after him. "You don't know what this could do to my reputation in this school." I sighed feeling tears welling up in my eyes. "Assholes are already trying to ruin me with these pictures... now everyone else seeing this just gives them ammunition." I sighed. He looked back at me and shook his head.

"I don't think it's people from this school taking pictures of you. I think it's people from my old school taking pictures of me." He rattled off.

"What do you mean? I thought you were done with those guys?" I asked.

"It's complicated." He stammered.

"Well un-complicate things or tell them to leave me the hell out of it!" I screamed storming off. I was already late for dance practice anyway and that would take my mind off things.

What the hell do these people from Harry's school want with him? I don't want to be involved with that kind of stuff at all... but I can't help but be intrigued. As I walked back to the field to practice I got a text from Zayn.

Zayn Malik: What did I tell you about Harry? Stay away from him, he's trouble.

Seriously? He doesn't want to be real friends, but he can tell me who to be friends with? The only thing that text did was light a fire under my ass. I sent a quick text to Harry.

Me: Hey it's Riley, can I call you later to talk about this?

Harry: Why don't you just stop by?

Me: I don't want anymore pictures to get out...

Harry: Valid point.

Maybe now I'll get some answers.

Notes

Harry is slowly bringing Riley to the dark side & who is really following them???
comment/vote please! xx

sorry this was so short by the way :(