Embrace The Payne

"Anything."

Harry Styles (14 years old).

The world around me stopped spinning for a split second as she walked straight pass me, flicking her head to the side as her long blonde, pin straight locks flipped over to her other shoulder flawlessly. She flashed me a bright smile, the ends of her lips curving upward as a slight glimmer of a smirk crossed my eyes

I arose my right eyebrow, cocking my head to the side as she smiled and waved, continuing to walk along the sidewalk in whatever direction she was headed as I stood there alone staring straight into her back. I could almost hear the small scoff I knew she'd be making as her smirk would spread wider: knowing that even though it's been two weeks, I still hadn't gotten used to her acting kind to me.

Everyday after school I would report back to the same spot down by the lake, sitting down on the soft warm or cold wet grass and waiting for her to come. The days would pass. The nightmares would grow stronger. The dreams I once had of my future had all flashed away from me. The boy I once knew wasn't there anymore.

I wasn't me.

Despite my minds fatal attempts to talk me out of following her, my feet skidded across the snow covered ground and dragged me in a straight distant line behind her shadow. Though, she didn't seem to have one.

She was a lost soul in a broken body. Although she was gorgeous. Her hair flowed down flawlessly past her shoulders. Her eyes were brighter than the oceans' blue in the sunny summer sky--when it wasn't raining--more like when it was just about to see the sun set. The last glimmer of blue in the water that twinkled like a star that you'd look for every night but never seemed to find. But I found that star in her eyes. And it smiled at me.

And that's why I hate her.

Because deep down inside buried under all of that hatred is someone who truly cares about the world spinning around her. Underneath the hole she calls a heart is a small box with chained locks all around it. And inside that box is a key. The key that would open her heart so she could see the world for what it is. See how beautiful the world can be. See how beautiful she is to me.

But maybe that's not the case. Maybe deep down inside Samantha is just a horrifying monster. The monster within. The monster inside. The monster that is beautiful on the outside, but when you look in, you close your eyes and run away.

My feet trailed slightly large tracks in the snow covered sidewalk as I looked down to her much smaller tracks. My boots turned white at the sides and tip, making me attempt to lift my shoes up away from the snow but only bring them down rougher to have more snow splash on the front.

I sighed inwardly and shook my head slightly annoyed, shoving my hands in my pockets as I sunk my cold neck deeper down into my red scarf. I flicked my head to the side lightly, attempting to knock a couple smooth brown curls out of my eyes but only see them fall back in, blocking my sight a bit.

I rolled my eyes but shrugged my shoulders, looking into her back as she made a small smooth left turn across the street, waiting a moment as if she was waiting for me to catch up. Though, I knew she knew I was following her.

I continued walking step by step down the snow covered sidewalk as her steps grew shorter, walking up a small trail already made in the snow. My eyes flickered upward, looking to the small cozy, warm cabin that was stuffed between layers of snow on the roof and side. A small glance of the wood it was made from would flicker through my eyes before another snowflake would fall, blocking the view.

She stepped slowly and carefully up the icy steps as my feet planted themselves right behind her, watching her as I stood at the bottom step. Her boots glided to the right a bit, causing her ankle to turn before she jumped up quickly onto the top step, spinning around like a ballerina and looking straight down to me.