Where Love Hurts The Most( Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 9

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Monday

         Well its been an interesting weekend, I've basically been in hibernation in my room, only leaving for the reasons of peeing and food. I have a total of 87 missed called and 56 texts and 24 knocks at the door. I haven't talked to Harry since Thursday when he dropped me off, and we had that awkward conversation consisting of yelling and slamming doors, followed by tears, and I mean a lot of tears.

        But today was a Monday and a new week, everyone gets a do over, right? I was wide awake and I decided I couldn't prolong getting ready any longer or I mind as well just stay home. I headed to the bathroom, turning on my straightener, while I went to the toilet to the use the bathroom. Once I came out, and washed my hands, washing my face and brushing my teeth, I proceeded to straightening my hair, till it was pin straight. Applying some eyeliner, and done. Once satisfied I headed into my closet, chucking my baggy T-shirt and short on the floor. I pulled a pair of light blue skinny jeans off the top shelf, I stuffed myself in them forgetting how tight they were, but whatever, I was too lazy to peel them back off, and they made my butt look good. I grabbed my plain white tank top, after throwing that on I pulled my black plain zip up jacket, but leaving it unzipped, I was extremely comfy and I didn't care. I quickly grabbed my phone off the counter on my bathroom, with, o what do you know, another new text message!! God, could Harry take a hint?

I jogged down the stairs, car keys in hand, and phone in the other. After locking up, I got in the car, as I drove down the street, I plugged my Iphone into the car and pressed play. When Taylor Swift, I Knew You Were Trouble came on, I quickly changed the song immediately. The next song was  Sunday Morning by Maroon 5, and I loved this song. I was singing the song as I drove down the street, 

“ But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do, Sunday morning rain is falling and im coming back for you.....”

My head shifted to the clock, 7:56, great, meaning the bell had already rung, and I was going to be late regardless. I almost turned around to head to Starbucks, I mean if your going to be late, mind as well be late with coffee. But instead I drove right to school, parking in the student parking lot. I grabbed my Jansport out the back seat and got out, locking my Black Mustang GT as I walk away. I loved my car, may have been the nicest thing my mother bought me, even if it was a, “ I'm sorry for never being there for you gift”, it was still a gorgeous car.

Walking down the hall, I took my sweet time getting there, I wasn't looking forward to seeing Harry in English anymore then I was to see Mrs. Radminish. I opened the door, and walked in slowly, everyones eyes just staring at me, Harry's looking as if he was about to get up and walk over to me. My mind was soon distracted as I heard Mrs. Radminish speak up.

“Kylie Standford, thats your 7th tardy this school year and it only started 3 weeks ago!” she yelled.

“Your happy I even showed up..” I said to myself, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

As everyone giggled, I took my seat. Class was pretty boring, but then again I wouldn't know with my one earphone in and sketchbook out. I felt a tap on my shoulder, I pulled my headphone out and turned around, to some girl I had never seen before as she handed me a piece of paper. 

“It's from Harry”, she whispered to me.

I looked over at him, as he gave me pleading eyes, I rolled my eyes and ripped the note into two pieces without even reading it, and shoved it in my pocket. He looked torn, I quickly raised my hand and asked to use the restroom, surprisingly she let me go. I walked out the room and headed down the hall, I pulled the note pieces out, and connected the two pieces and read it in my head,