Eighteen | H.S. |

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MARCH
Sarah POV

Spring break is just one week away. That means Harry and softball. Two of my favorite things. I am in AP English with Harry and David..uh. I don't even know how he is in this class he is a idiot.

"Hey babe." Harry says and sits down next to me. I grab my binder and pull out my papers.

"Hey did you read the chapters for homework?" This class is really stressing me out, but it helps that Harry is in it.

"Of course I did." He laughs, Harry is actually really smart and he reads a lot. "I'm a nerd remember."

"Your a hot one, with one hell of a good throwing arm." I laugh and kiss him on the cheek. The teacher walks in and starts to talk, but Harry keeps making me laugh by the faces he is making.

"Mr. Styles, is there something going over there that you would like to tell the whole class." The teacher mocks Harry. I can't help but laugh and Harry burst into laughter too.

"Save it for detention, because you both have it." The teacher is a idiot because if she thinks that that does anything, it doesn't. "You are moving up here, Mr. Styles." and points to the desk next to the door.

"Okay..I'm not moving up there. I don't feel like doing shit right now." Harry smirks.

"That's 2 weeks of detention. and.." the bell rings, and Harry grabs my hand in his.

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"You really are a trouble maker, Mr. Styles." I laugh. "I don't feel like doing shit right now." I mock him. We are laying out side in the grass skipping 7th period. It's a bad idea but at least I'm with Harry.

"I hate that bitch. She thinks that she can separate me and you." He wraps his fingers in my hair. "Want to go ice skating?" He asks.

"Yeah. Why not?" I laugh.

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We walk up to my house, and I check the mail. "Holy shit." I squeal. The letter says UCLA. This is life or death right now.

"What?" He laughs.

"Look." I say and show him the letter.

"Open it! Open it!" He exclaims. I rip open the letter and start to read.

Dear Sarah Perez,

You have been excepted to the UCLA.

Is all I have to read. "I got in." I say with excitement. Harry hugs me and congratulates me.

"I got in too. We are going to the same college that makes my life about 1 million times easier. I love you." He says.

"Let's go." I say. I am so happy that I got in. My life is going good right now specially since Harry is in it. I put on leggings, a sweatshirt, and converse.

When we get there, it's pretty full. Harry and I hit the ice and I can tell this is his first time on the ice. He slips and falls a couple of times. "Aw fuck." He says a couple of times. I just laugh at how clumsy he is. He goes to the restroom after the embarrassment. I skate around, I'm actually pretty decent at skating.

That is until I hit a really slippery patch of ice and fall back. My back hits the ground then my legs. I groan when my head hits the ground. I sit up, gripping the railing for support. I shake off the ice and my clothes have patches of cold water.

I feel strong arms wrap around my waist and I look to see Harry's jade colored eyes staring down at me.

"You okay?" He ask as he lets go of me.
"I saw you fall, let me say, it was kind of amusing." He lets a small laugh out as I swat his arm. He leans down an pecks my lips, I smile as we continue to skate. I love this boy.

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"So..what homework do you have?" I ask Harry as we walk up to my door. The lights are all off so my mom isn't home, good. I don't think she knows about Harry and I. She is going to freak when she finds out.

"Just math and English." He grabs his backpack and mine. We walk up my long staircase to my room. He flops onto the bed. "I'm so tired, today was stressful. I have a lot of shit to deal with. Like our stupid ass English teacher." I laugh, I think it's so funny the way he curses so much. He holds his arms out to me to lay with him. I crawl onto the bed and lay my head on his chest. This is perfect. He his like my guardian angel, always there to protect me.

"I love this. Us." I say into his chest. "So how long have you lived in the US."

"A couple of years. My dad was in the military, so when he died my mom decided to start over by moving here." He sighs. "My teen years were not that good. I use to drink a lot, I was so depressed with my dad dying. I was so much closer to him than I was to my mom. I went to a party like every night." I gulp, and he continued. "My life was a fucked up mess. I tried to burn every dangerous memory of my dad out of my brain. The only way I could do that was alcohol. But when I met you I felt a piece of myself come back. I'm still broken but I feel pieces come back each time that I see you. You are the glue that hold the fragile bond together. I love you too much to ever let anything happen to you."

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