Bathroom {h;s}

Chapter 19

4 months later

Isabelle POV:
i yawned as the light from the sun beamed into my room right on me.

i surprisingly felt good. like i had a great amount of sleep. which was odd because it was a school day meaning im up early. wait, it's winter and the sun is up this early? i questioned. i quickly turned my head to look at my clock on my nightstand. 7:50pm. it read.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!!??

i freaked. i guess i forgot to set my alarm last night and now i overslept.

shit shit shit. i kept repeating to myself as i hurried into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. i only had 25 minutes before school started at 8:15 which gave me only 15 minutes to get ready considering a 10 minute drive to school from here. i quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face now leaving me with 10 minutes to get ready.

why the fuck didn't Nate wake me up!? i thought, angry at my brother. he's gonna make me late on the first day back from winter break. he did know mom and dad were on a trip again so they couldn't wake me up.

i grabbed some leather pants and put them on followed by my combat boots. then i threw on a loose gold like colored shirt that said "hello darling" in black letters across it. i ran to the bathroom and started brushing fiercely at my hair. sadly my hair was not cooperating today.

great. just fucking great. i thought to myself.

giving up, i threw it in a loose fishtail braid and ran out of the bathroom. i grabbed a light tan-ish crochet beanie that matched the color of my shirt from my walk in closet and fixed it onto my hair to cover the bad hair day i was having. then i quickly grabbed my bag and thanked the lord i remembered to pack my stuff the night before. i grabbed my phone and ran to my car to see my brother sure enough, gone already.

"ass." i muttered to myself. i hopped in my car and sped off to school not caring about the speed limit because i was already 5 minutes late.

by the time i got to school i was now 10 minutes late. i ran to my locker to put my things away. then ran to get to my homeroom. however, not paying attention to where i was going, i banged into a hard chest as i turned the corner. letting out a soft oomph as i made impact.

i was about to hit the ground when a pair of strong muscular arms wrapped around my waist causing me to stand upright and not face planting on the ground.

not looking up i said a little sorry for not paying attention and a thank you for him catching me.

i was about to run off again now that i was probably 20 minutes late to class until he spoke up.

"isabelle?" a voice all to familiar said.

i immediately frowned already knowing who it was. i looked up and gave him a fake smile,

"hello harry, its been a while."

"isabelle. it is you!" he said cheerfully. "what is a goody like you doing out here during class? you know this is considered skipping." he then said rather serious but with a smirk.

"if you must know i woke up late and so here i am talking to you. sadly." i mumbled the last word.

"now i really have to get going." i was about to run off again until he snatched my wrist and whipped me back. i growled at him.

he let out a little chuckle. "you're cute when you growl. do it again."

"harry i need to go!" i whisper-shouted at him, not wanting to get caught for "skipping" class.

"i don't think so baby. i missed you."

i scoffed, "yeah? well, i don't care. i hate you harry styles! you ruined everything the day you did what you did. good. fucking. bye. i have nothing else to say to you." i wiggled my arm free that i forgot he was holding and shoved him away from me.

he was taken aback from my sudden movement so by the time he caught on i was down the hall running into my homeroom class.

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"25 minutes late to class. and on your first day back! tsk tsk. have a seat miss.monroe." Mr.Ackerman said as i entered.

i had to fight the urge to roll my eyes. sure he was kind enough to let my tardiness slide but still he didn't have to pull the whole shame card on me. and in front of the whole fucking class! what was this? first fucking grade? i stomped to a desk in the back row.

excuse my language, i guess i'm still angry about the whole "encounter" with stupid harry styles.

i sighed and laid back in my chair looking out the window.

A/N: you tell him belle! lolol anywaay im kinda liking this chapter. so! what do you think harry did that made isabelle hate him so badly???? comment comment comment! :))