New Beginnings [Harry Styles FanFiction]

The consequences are always grim

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The benefit of going to Chesswood College was that term-time was really, ridiculously short. 3 weeks after I had brought myself back to school it was already the holidays.

Mum was still in Cheshire, but we had been in contact and she was still alive and recovering from the death of granddad quite well. Harry had never replied to my text, and I wasn’t sure if he was ignoring me or if he was away with this band or something.

As the holidays came around, so did a letter. From Chesswood Girls College to Mrs Barry (a.k.a. not me)

I opened the letter, expecting it to be about my perfect little sister and all her achievements. But no, it was about me. I almost fainted.

Dear Mrs Barry,

I have been increasingly concerned about Lucy Barry-Smith’s progress over the course of this half term. I have no doubt that she has been experiencing some problems in her household as her work ethic has changed as has her attitude towards school life. Her grades have been slipping from above-average to rather below average. She has gotten into a rather large amount of trouble recently. Every lunch time we have observed her slip off from the lunch hall to the lavatories which is rather unusual for this normally sociable child. I understand that she has been receiving some negative attention due to her close friend in this band.

This is the first of two warnings. If another letter has to be sent then I’m afraid Lucy Barry Smith will no longer be a pupil of Chesswood Ladies College.

Mrs Edwards

Headmistress

It was all true. I was skiving. I was a complete rebel in comparison to who I used to be. My image had changed, and for the worst. But the worst thing was: I didn’t care. Nothing else mattered in my life than Harry, and I’d lost him. My best friend, my life had just made no sense after the day my granddad died.

My mum got home later that day. She saw the letter (that I had forgotten to hide) before she saw me. And she stormed upstairs. Screaming, screeching and shattering my ear drums.

“WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?”

“Oh just leave, abandon us like dad did. Harry hates me, you’re never home for us, gramps is dead and dad abandoned us. What else do I have in my life?”

She stood back, stunned.

“I’d never abandon you”

“Looks like you almost did.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’ve been gone for 5 weeks mum”

“Yes well I’m back now aren’t I?”

I scoffed, rudely.

“Harry hates you?”

“Yeah…”

“You must be kidding me. Anne told me that when he’s home you are all he ever talks about.”

I felt a bit of hope, but mum was probably over exaggerating, as usual.

“Why didn’t he text me? Or call me? Or tell me about this band.”

“Because he thinks you hate him”

I started laughing and crying at the same time, so did my mum. I felt the tinniest bit happier and reassured that Harry didn't hate me. But why wouldn't he text me, or keep in touch? 

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