the classroom - hs.

Chapter 9: Change Your Ticket

The morning after I left Harry's house, I had this bad feeling in my stomach. I couldn't quite put my finger on what I felt bad about, though.

I tried to get my mind off it and sighed as I got up from my bed, then walked to my dresser. I dug out some jeans and walked to my closet.

I grabbed a white T-shirt, put the clothes on, and then did my makeup for the day.

Harry was all I could think about.

As I walk downstairs, I see Logan in the living room watching TV. Hm.

"Morning honey!" I said with a smile.

"Hey" is all he said.

What is his deal?

I walk into the living room and sat down on the couch, getting onto my phone.

Logan looks over at me as he breaks the silence.

"What were you doing last night?" He asks.

Erm.

"I went to dinner with a friend, that is all."

"Mom, are you seeing Harry?" He asks.

Oh hell no.

"Honey, that is not your business," I reply.

"Well, Mom it is." He replies, getting attitude.

"No, it's not. I am your mom and you are my son. Not my husband." I reply.

"Mom, just tell me!" He raises his voice.

"Mm mm, go to your room. I will not tolerate that." I say.

He sighs as he shakes his head, getting off the couch and going to his room.

He needs to be changed.

I get onto my phone and I scroll through Instagram, last night still has been on my mind.

I miss my man.

I type in Harry's name on Instagram, as one would...

His handle is "@harry.styles" Simple.

I find his account only to be public but I see pictures of him and his nieces again.

He's a great uncle.

As I scroll through I see more and more pictures of him with his nieces.

"Ah look, There's Niall."

Since when did Harry have long hair? Did I miss something??

I continue to stalk more and more, but find nothing. So what do I do next? Facebook.

I type in "Harry Styles" on Facebook but I discover his page, His feed is loaded with pictures of someone named Gemma.

I look more and more but, there's nothing.

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Timeskip: an hour later.

I'm in the kitchen when I hear a knock at the front door, I walk into my foyer and open the door.

It's my sister, Katie.

"Hi!" She greets me with a smile, instantly hugging me. I just saw her yesterday.

"Heyyyyy...Katie." I say with an awkward laugh as I hug her back.

She steps inside closing the big glass door, making herself at home.

"So how's your boyfriend?" She asks.