Forgotten. A Harry Styles FanFic

Chapter 7

AUTHOR'S NOTE!

Hey guys sorry I haven't updated in awhile I've just been really busy and thank you for being so patient.  I'm sure you don't want me to keep talking so let's get into the story!

Harry's P.O.V. 

Elizabeth Wells 

No, I can walk. Thank you for the offer though.

She rejected me. No one ever rejected me before. I feel so hurt. I can't believe she rejected me. That's fine I can have any other girl in the whole world. But not her. I pictured her face. Her cheeks all warm and rosy when I touch them. Her lips slightly parted as she looks into my eyes. Her blues eyes sparkling in the light. Her slightly bronzed face laughing as the sun hits her brunette hair perfectly. The way she looks up to me because she is significantly shorter than me.  A wave of guilt floods my entire body when I remembered her arms. All scratched and scarred. Were those scars from me? They have to be I've been nothing but mean to her. I need to change. For her. 

Elizabeth's P.O.V.

I wake up to the familiar sound of my phone alarm. I roll out of bed... Literally. I got up off of the floor after rolling off of my bed and made my way to the shower. I pull my hair up so it doesn't get wet from the warm water. After my quick shower I made my way to my dressing table where my clothes that i picked out the day before sat. I changed into the clothes quickly before brushing out my hair and putting it into a side fishtail braid. I figured I could put on a little more makeup then I usually do. i apply my foundation making sure there is no makeup lines, and then I took out my Naked palette from Urban Decay and did a very subtle nude eye shadow. I finish off my eye look by applying a thin layer of eyeliner and two coats of mascara. After my eyes are done I put on a little bit of lipgloss and then take my backpack and make my way downstairs where my so called "father" laid passed out on the couch. I grab a granola bar from the kitchen and run to the door. 

I open the familiar school doors and walk briskly down the hallway while rude comments are thrown my way.

"Hey, guys look she's wearing makeup. A whole ten pounds of it!" Some guy shouted.

"She looks like a clown, you would think she would understand how to use makeup by now" I heard a girl whisper to her friends. Then that's when I saw him, he's staring at me! Probably at how ugly I am. I knew he wouldn't notice me for the ways I want him to. How could I have thought he would have liked me? I'm useless, and that's when it happened. 

"Hey! All of you! Knock it off! All of you are pathetic! Elizabeth is looking absolutely gorgeous today and for you guys not to see that, well then you are all blind" Harry yells over to the people in the hallway. 

"Wow Styles, standing up for the loss cause, that's new" the boy who called me ten pounder calls back towards Harry. Harry's hands clench into fists and he looks back at the boy and swings his fist so that it connects with the guy's jaw. I rush over to him and try and peel Harry off of the guy whilst Harry keeps repeatedly punching him.

"Harry, stop please" I whine and Harry stops punching him and looks up at me since he was kneeling on the ground. I single tear falls down my cheek as I look into his eyes. Something flashes in his eyes making him look less angry and more sad. Harry gets off the ground a walks next to me putting his hand on my back. I wince at his touch. 

"Come on, let's go outside" Harry states before gently pressing my back so I start walking. 

"Thank you" I murmur only loud enough for him to hear me.

"It was my pleasure, sweetheart". Sweetheart? My heart flutters at the name. "Come on, let's bring you home." I shutter at the thought of my home. 

"Please no" I say a little too quickly. "I mean, um, how about we go to your place, we can work on our project, yeah the project".

"Okay, yeah, whatever you need princess" Harry agrees. I'm glad he doesn't ask any questions cause there is no way I would be able to tell him without letting my guard down. 

We drove for about what seemed to be fifteen minutes before we pull in his driveway. His house looks the same as it was before only this time there is a black SUV in the driveway. I hear Harry mutter something under his breath but I don't dare to question him about what he said. We open the door and an older woman greets Harry with a hug. I take this time to really study her face, she has laugh lines in the outer corner of her eyes. She has bright greenish blue eyes. Harry and what I assume to be his mother pull away from their hug. She looks behind Harry and notices me standing there before she pulls me in to a hug also. 

"Hello, dear, what is your name?" She asks looking at me with kind eyes.

"Um, My name is Elizabeth, Mrs. Styles" I answer back rather smoothly.

"Oh please, call me Anne. Harry? Is this the girl you talk about?" She asks. Wait, talk about? He talks about me? Probably just saying how much of a loser I am. Great. His mom knows I'm a loser. I look at Harry and his cheeks are turning a bright rose color. He's blushing. 

"Uh, yes mum, it is" He answer sheepishly. 

"Oh, Harry has told me so much about you. You are right she is beautiful." I turn to see Harry, his face is as red as a tomato on a summer's day.  He called me beautiful.

"Uh, mum we are gonna go work on a project, bye now" he says after rushing up the stairs. I smile at Anne and slowly climb the stairs that Harry just rushed up. I go into his bedroom and there is clothes everywhere. I want to pick all of them up and fold them and put them away this is going to drive me insane. 

"So you talk about me, huh?" I ask, as I watch his cheeks turn red. This is going to be fun. He opens his mouth and then quickly shuts it not being able to find the right words to say. 

Harry's P.O.V.

I was so hoping she wouldn't ask that. Well I should tell her the truth. Just rip it off like it band aid Harry, you can do this. Here I go. I open my mouth but no words come out. I quickly shut my mouth. Nope, not ready yet. My hands are clammy. Maybe if I don't answer she won't remember the question. I look at her and she raises her eyebrow. Nope. She didn't forget yet. Ugh come on Harry be a man. 

"Well, the truth is, Elizabeth, I really like you, and I made fun of you so no one would find out. I know it was a stupid thing to do but I'm really sorry, I should have been a man and- " I was cut off by her soft lips crashing into mine and those same sparks that I felt before are back again. 

HAHA Harry finally turned into a man and told Elizabeth his undying love for her. What do ya think? Would you forgive him if you were Elizabeth? Well thank you for reading! Please share this story. I would greatly appreciate it. Comment what you think is gonna happen next or if you like this book or not. Or don't comment I'm not gonna make you do something you don't wanna do. Bye lovelies and remember keep reading! 

~Hannah