18 ( A Harry Styles Fan-Fiction) ON HOLD

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

First day of seventh grade is like showing up on to school ready to take a test and not having anything to write with.
Me and Harry talked the night before.

"Harry I'm nervous". I said sounding sad.

"Me too Mercedes, but if don't go how can we grow up to be rich and famous". Harry said sounding like a inspirational speaker.

"Drop out lol". I laughed into the phone trying to forget how nervous I was.

"You can't be rich, famous, and successful but also be dumb. Do it for me please". Harry said. I could imagine doing his pouting face that he does to make do stuff that I didn't want to do.

"Fine, but if I end up dropping and turning into a stripper, you better remember you made me do this". I giggled into the phone. Harry did his little cute laugh that always made my heart melt.

"How much do you charge"? Harry said playfully.

Harry's laugh was like a million angels singing a beautiful song. It felt like Harry and I have been talking for hours when in reality it was only 30 minutes. We talked about how we would never leave each other for anyone else. How we would be best friends until we're old and gray. Who doesn't say that with they're best friend. In the moment you actually believe each other, until the first day of day of seventh grade starts. Harry and I had 5th together with was our 2nd grade teacher Mrs. Tate. How ironic was that. I had science for my First class.
Then Math.
Then Reading.
Then History.
Then Art ( Mrs. Tate )
Then Spanish.
And lastly Gym.

Out of all of those classes I had Harry in one class.
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I woke up on the first day of school feeling like someone beat be me with a bunch of bricks in my back. I pulled my blankets off and sat on the edge of my bed thinking do I really want to go today. My mom goes to work before I wake up and comes home after I do, so she would never know.
Before I could even decide , Harry Edward Styles bust through my room and scared the living soul out of me. I literally fell on my bed backwards and covered my face with my pillow. That's one thing about me that's a bad trait, I hate being scared. Before I could turn around and yell at Harry. He jumped on top of me and start to jump up and down while yelling ,

"School starts in a hour! Get up! Get up!"

"Harry calm your tits, I'm getting up." I teased.

Harry put his hands on his nipples, then on his two other nipples. He says and I quote.

"I must've had a twin, but he left his nipples behind."

I threw my pillow at him and he caught it. He smiled and said he's going to go get something to eat. He skipped into the kitchen. It was obvious he was so happy to go to school. Me on the other hand could care less when school starts.
For Harry I got up and brushed my teeth and combed my curly brown and blonde hair into a high bun. I put on my black skinnies and a loose white long sleeve shirt with my black boots. I walked to the kitchen and found Harry in there eat my last slice of pizza. I dreamed about that pizza all night, now it was going down Harry Styles' throat.
He hadn't noticed I walked in the kitchen. I took it upon myself to get him back for eating my pizza. I'm the only one that knows that Harry is afraid of being scared just like me. My mom left a pan on the table for some reason. I'm guessing she was in a hurry. I crept over to the table quietly, picked up the pan and made sure it was empty.
I banged the pan on the floor hard enough to make a loud noise, but not hard enough to break it. Harry slowly turned around and continued eating my pizza. He looked at me with a smile on his face. I confusedly looked up at him.

"Why didn't you jump 10 feet into the air?" I giggled in between breaths.

Harry stuffed the last piece of crust into his mouth and did a little jump while putting both of his hands on his face, making a scared face.

"Ohh no you scared me!" Harry joked with a high pitched voice while pieces of pizza crumb on his cheek.

I stood up and wiped the lint off my pants. Harry couldn't help but laugh at me when I forgot the pan was in my hand and dropped it on my toe as I stood up.

"Aaahhhh SHIT!!!" I screamed.

I started hopping on one foot while my other was in my hand cradled to my chest. Luckily I had my boots on so my toes weren't broken but the pan fell from about shoulder height. Harry never heard me swear before. When I looked up at him from my foot in so much pain. Harry was just staring at me with a shocked look on his face. Pizza crumbs still around his mouth.

"What?" I said still rubbing my foot.

"You... You said a bad word!" Harry stuttered.

"What did I say?" I smirked at Harry.

Harry is so gullible. He was the easiest to prank out of me and him. You could tell Harry that your ice cream smelled weird, he would then try to smell it then BAM! Smash the ice cream in his face.

"The "S" word." Harry spoke putting air quotes are the letter S.

"What word Harry?" I said starting to smile, getting up limping towards Harry.

Harry started to cringe at the thought of saying the word but he knew I wasn't going to let him leave until he said it. School started at 8:00 and it was 7:30.

"You said shit." Harry said barely above a whisper.

Huh? Straining to hear what he said.

"You said SHIT!!!" Harry said cackling with the his sunshine smile.

We both burst into a uproar of laughter because of the way Harry says shit. When Harry laughed some of the crumbs on his face fell onto the floor. I wiped them off with my hand. When I wiped them off Harry grabbed my hand and intertwined them with his.

"Harry what are you-" Harry put his finger on my lips and cut me off then said.

"Shh don't speak, let's just enjoy this moment. In a few minutes we'll be in middle school then after that high school and before you know it we'll both be off to college and on our owns. Who knows if we'll still be bestfriends or even talking to each other at the least."

Harry started getting teary eyed which made me start to tear up. The way Harry was looking at me while he spoke you could tell he was joking, that he was being serious. His hand moved from my lips to holding both of my hands.

"I really want to remember you Mercedes, remember this moment and all of the great times before, but I know once we get into middle school and start going our separate ways. It's going to be harder and harder to remember."

"We should write a song." I chirped in while Harry was looking me in the eyes. His voice cracked when he spoke sometimes because you know, puberty.

"About what?" Harry said hyped.

"You, me and our friendship." I beamed with satisfaction because I was always good at writing songs, but my shyness always got the best of me. My mom read my songs once and said I had real talent, but I couldn't sing to save my life. Harry on the other hand had a voice of a million angels singing.

"School starts in 15 minutes, we better get to the bus stop!" Harry spoke as he dropped one of my hands but kept a grip on my other as we ran out of the house smiling and giggling. He ran I kind of limped.
Harry never asked me out but I feel if we went out it would ruin our friendship. I love Harry as a bestfriend, but nothing more.

We're meeting at my house at the end of the day to write the song. I already know it's going to be writing and Harry agreeing the whole time.