Best Friends Forever right?

Chapter 3- Familiar Faces and New

Chapter 3- Familiar Faces and New

"What in heavens name have you done I hope those are fake!?" I told the boy who looked just like my friend for years but still not. He had long brown hair in a messy man bun, tattoos of all such things on his body, piercings through one of his eyebrows and his clothes where black just like mine, but he had the same eyes like my Harry had. The colour of a forest in the summer.

"Well I do hope so, they were quite expensive!" He said with a smile, which slowly turned to a smug grin. "You don't remember me do you?" He asked me.

"Harry, what are you on about? Are you joining the Drama Club?" Now I was actually starting to worry. What was going on?!

"To be or not to be, Miss Johnson that's the question!" He said dramatically as he was quoting Hamlet by Shakespeare. "Hopefully, I'll see you tonight at the party!" He chuckled and began to walk away.

"You know I never go to parties!" I shouted as to he looked back with an eye contact that gave me the shivers.

"This time should be an exception, Sarah. I swear on my brother's life that tonight will be something special!" He shouted and gave me a wink. This led me to be in confusion and chock for the rest of the day.

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At lunch I looked for Harry, what did he mean by "swearing on his brother's life"? He didn't have a brother? I haven't seen him since morning and that ridiculously weird incident in the hallway so I wanted to talk to him about it. Truth to be told, it was harder than it looked to find someone as popular as Harry Styles at lunch. But then I saw him walking with his crew to get their food, although this time his hair was just the same, he didn't have any tattoos and the piercing was nowhere to be seen. The people around my table wouldn't seem to mind if I were gone for a decade so I decided to go talk to Harry about the party he was jabbering about.

It was when I walked confidently (as good as it gets) towards him and his group of friends that I noticed Britney the slut sitting on Harrys lap with her arm around his neck! Okay, yes. I was not just angry but jealous. Because this was the guy that had been my friend for years and that I of course had fallen for. Save the comments on the cliché please because this guy is so clueless, in fact I am deeper in the friendzone than freaking Gale in Hunger games. So yes, seeing her clinging onto him made my heart break a little. But only a little because hey, when your heart has been broken enough times you are not that surprised when someone close to you betrays you.

In an attempt of trying to save the situation I pass their table "smoothly" (a sharp turn to the left) to get myself some tab water instead, one of them calls out for me.

"Hey Sarah, would you mind getting me a sandwich?" Apparently they did know my name. I turned around, it was Harry's friend Sam, we had English together and honestly he was a mess in both class and with the girls around school.

"Ehm, yeah sure which one you'd like?" The group started laughing.

"Actually would you mind getting me one as well? The chicken one?" Britney asked while leaning her head slightly to the side. After that everybody one by one from the table had made an order, all except Harry. "What do you want sweetie? You know her mother used to be such a good waitress!" All Britney got was encouraging stares from the rest of the group but not Harry. "- you know? Before my dad's co-worker Richard was kindly enough to get her a real job at the office?" I looked at her with a deadly look, apparently the bitch knew the red headed devil that has destroyed my family's life. "-My dad tells me everything, for example how your mum did so well on her interview according to Richard. It has to suck... Wait, haha suck? Yeah wasn't that exactly what your mum did to his dick?"

I felt my eyes water, the people at the table whistled and laughed. To them it was a silly joke. How could she do that? More surprising, how could Harry just sit there with her in her lap and do nothing?

"Real funny, ask your dad if that's really true or if it really was your dad, instead of my mum sucking it." Fun fact about Britney's father and actually her whole family, they are really homophobic. And racists, but that is a problem for another day. I could hear her scuff when I have turned around heading out from the cafeteria to the bathroom to get some time alone, and perhaps shed a tear. Why didn't Harry say something? Only once just to tell her off? He knows how it is back home, how much my mum had to sacrifice for me and my brother. Even though he moved to study in London years back and decided to stay there. Which made him unknowing about what's actually happening around my stepdad at home, What's happening to my mum and me. I let out a loud sob as I stood in front of the mirror, not knowing that it was somebody else there in the stall furthest from the door.

"Are you okay?" I turned around. There stood a girl with an All Time Low shirt and ripped jeans.

"Yeah" wiped away tears and took swiped under my eyes in case of mascara spills. "I'm fine."

"Well, you don't look the part?" I look at her sarcastically. "Here, have this, it usually helps". She said as she was giving me a chocolate bar.

"Thanks" I open up the wrapping and take a bite and then "Yeah, it could be better but it could also be worse you know." The girl smiled comfortably to this.

"Very true, I should put that as a lifequote on my wall, maybe in a frame?" She chuckled while putting up her hands imagining where to put it, making me laugh. "I'm Nick by the way, short of Nicholina." She puts out her hand.

"Sarah" And I happily shake it.

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Later when I was back home trying to do my homework but failing repeatedly my phone beeped.

Unknown number: Hey Sarah, I'll pick u up at 10.

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Heeeeeyyyy surpriseeeeeee! Have a great day!