Amor [Harry Styles A.U]

FIVE

:C H A P T E R  F I V E:

I start pretty early this morning, waking up at six turns out to be pretty awesome. I can finally go back to my old routines, like waking up early, going for a morning jog, sipping on cool drinks that you appreciate so much since you almost dried out because of the running you previously did, casually lounging on your daybed just laying there watching cartoons, movies, tv shows, and other stuff. Taking a super long bath, simply pampering self.

My old routines slowly fade away as I grow older, with countless homework, piling essays, undying quizzes, and many other tasks that aren't exactly enjoyable. I have never been the girl that is over-organized, but I organize just fine. I'm just plain so-so. I get good grades, never missing out on homework, notebooks are all filled with important notes I take in classes, but those I do not without hard work. I have to literally kick laziness off of myself. I guess I'm just the girl that knows what's good for myself.

I jog around the neighbourhood, slowly taking in the surroundings. Casually flinging my legs, synchronizing the path with each beat of the music that's blasting through my earphones. Looking to my right I can see a house that I know so well, the one house that used to be my second home. The house that would always welcome me warmly. My ex's house. We've split recently, not exactly recent, but it's only been four months. We dated for a good two years, enough time for me to love him dearly, quite some time for him to love me enough just to cheat on me. He tried to convince me that he did not cheat on me, but well, cheaters can't really be trusted, can they? Thinking about it, maybe transferring doesn't sound so bad after all.

The thought about accepting my parents' decision to make me transfer has seriously giving me an eerie feeling I haven't quite felt before. I am not exactly anti-social, in fact, I'm pretty outgoing. But I never consider myself to like new environments either. It was weird starting a new life and a brand new image when I started college about a year ago, and now history is repeating itself.

I continue my jog and dodging any possible thoughts about whatever agreements my family has with The Styles, and also the fact that I'm a new girl all over again.

Without all those shady thoughts corrupting my mind, I can clearly feel the muscles on my calves are tensing. It feels good shedding sweats here and there. From the corner of my eye I can sense that someone's watching me, I turn my head just as he moves his mouth to whistle, I ignore that boy instantly. Those whistles, always and really annoy me to the core. Don't they have any better things to do?

I continue jogging and enjoying the music from my iPod, I've run two miles so far. I wonder about where a certain rude curl's manner has gone, his rude remarks still leave me breathless every time, losing my breathing pace as I hold back anger. Punching him straight in the face always seems like the best option, just to teach him a lesson he sure won't forget.

The clock in the top of my iPod dilates into half past seven, I think that I've had enough run for today. I move my legs a tad faster, itching to get home and have a refreshing bath.

"I'm home!" I scream out.

"How was your jog, Ava?" Ellian kindly asks, "What do you want for breakfast?"

"It was awesome, thanks Ellian. And, about the meal, I think I'd enjoy some fruits and yoghurt." I wink then make my way upstairs. I stop midway, "Oh, and don't forget to bring me a glass of cool water, please!"

I stop by my bedroom door, quickly stride into the bathroom. I sit on the edge of my bathtub, I can see the water slowly filling. I decide to walk into my closet and find something to wear. I open the door swiftly and look through the hanged clothes, I go for a loose black pants that reaches down to my ankles and pair them with a simple fitted white t-shirt.