Where Love Hurts The Most( Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

Ring..ring...ring , “ Hey Ky!, where were you in 6th?”

“ Jamie, am I ever in 6th period?” I reply while laughing

“ True, but man you missed it,...Mr. Blaine fell!!!” she said while cracking up.

“ Dang it!!, I missed probably the highlight of senior year!!”

“Well the year just begun but I know right!, but anyways, so why are you board?” she asked as soon as she could contain words.

“ How did you know I was board?”

“ Your calling my at 4pm, on a Thursday, Why else would you call me?” Damn she knew me too well.

“ Okay you caught me, what do you wanna go do? I'll pick you up?” I asked her, almost demanding.

“ Well.. since theres no school tomorrow I'm going to Brian's Party tonight, were you invited?

“ Yeah, I was invited, but why do you wanna go to a stupid party anyway, we could have so much fun elsewhere.” I wined, I hated parties, and everyone knew why.

“ Come on Kylie!!, you used to love parties, you danced and drank and were a ton of fun!!” she pleaded.

“ Yeah, and then someone ruins everything and everything goes to Hell!!” I practically screamed at her.

“ I'm sorry Ky, I shouldn't have brought it up. Just think about it okay?”

“ Okay.” I said while hanging up.

It's true I was the life of the party, dressing up, hair let loose, loved to dance, and have a great time, thats until I met Harry. 

….......................................................

See junior year, I was how you would say different. Pretty out-going, laughing all the time, tons of friends, liked school a little bit more then I do now. But that all changed when I met a boy named Harry. 

We were all headed to Brian Mitchel's, Welcome back to school party that he through every year. Me and Jamie and our friend Ericka were all going together, along with Ericka's boyfriend Josh.

Once we got there the party had already hit the high of it for the most part, people dancing, the smell of alcohol filled the room, while strobe lights blinded you. I made my way to the dance floor, where me and Jamie danced our butts off. When I walked upstairs to the restroom, my wrists were pulled by a fairly large hand. 

“Hey, your Kylie right? He slurred, clearly drunk.

“Yeah, your Harry right?” I yelled over the loud music.

“Yeah, we have Chemistry together right?”, I asked him

“ Yeah I think we do......”, he said with a grin on his face.

Thats how it all started, we dated a good 8 months, happy, adventurous and in love.. or so it felt. But not every love story can be like a Nikolaus Sparks film. The way it ended made everything ten times worse. I can see it like it was yesterday.