Same Stars

Chapter 20

Dedicated to all the people who helped me in building the idea of this book, almost 2K ;) especially to Aaaccchhhoocuti... I dunno how many times I dedicated a chappie to you but it isn't enough :3 When are you coming back Chine?

I'm actually starting to like this outfit, I wore the green shirt Alice chose for me. Just a few months until I graduate! And if you ask me, I would gladly exit this school and go to college.

I held the handle of the entrance door and breathe out, better brace myself for more chaos. By the time I open my eyes, people will try to put my guard down. As I push the door open, and open my eyes...

"Styles! Sick competition!" Jeff, in his usual varsity jacket, raising his hand.

He looks at his hand, and right back at me. What, are you expecting me to have contact with your hand? The same hands you use to discriminate me?

"Dude, high five." I furrowed my eyes in both confusion and humour. This man is insane, bipolar maybe, you belong in a mental ward! I chose to walk past him and directly to my locker.

"You're probably new to this huh?" His arms hang in my shoulder, man get off! My shoulders shook it off, and his friends who snake around with him all the time exchanged looks.

"Look, Harry, just because your whole gel look has changed now and you owned the party, doesn't mean you get to throw me off." He looks insulted, and he looks like he is about to meet his fist to my jaws but something is holding him back.

And what does he mean by owned the party?

"What do you mean I owned the party?"

He mimicks my movements and rolls his eyes "What do you mean I owned the party?" My British accent is once again imitated. "Don't you know?" In a prey-ish manner, he walks in circles around me, well obviously because I asked you.

"You won against Lord Louis in that shot competition, and you know what that means? You earned his respect." He strikes at my chest, pushing me to the wall.

"And whether you like it or not, you better be around us, because that'll help us get into the frat." You're brain needs help, I swear.

"So?" I retort. Clearly, I have the advantage here. He was silenced, I plastered a cocky smirk. "Better think about your chances of going to college rather than getting into the fraternity."

He pushes me against the wall, then he pulls my shirt up and twists it. This di- this jackass is getting under my nerves.

With his face only inches from mine, "Styles, I'm giving you five seconds to decide." I close my eyes once more.

"I tried to play nice Styles, five... four... three..." two...

"Jeff, don't threaten the dude. I mean- he looks like he can't even lift a can." No matter how much I don't want to see what happens next, I had to open them. A blonde bloke holds his shoulder, pulling us away from each other.

"Just let him go man." His jaw tenses and I feel bad for the guy who slightly insulted me yet effortly tried to save my life.

"Fuck that, Horan don't even." Time for me to-

Ah! Fuck, I felt his fist hit me in the cheek, and it only took him seconds to knock me off the ground. "You think I'm stupid! You're stupid!" He repeatedly says whilst hitting me continuously in the torso and in the face. Shouts were heard all over the hall, girls mostly. Save me.

I tried to push him off me, but I can't. I can't.

My breaths gradually increase until I can't feel the oxygen getting in my lungs anymore. And before you know it, blood is already gushing out of my nose, along with my lips. The only thing I could do in that moment was push myself out of his control.