Best Song Ever; A Harry Styles Story

Chapter Five: Girl Almighty

This is the last part of the "school series." Enjoy! Tell me what you think

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My head was pounding before I could even see.

I groggily opened my eyes, only to be met by darkness. It was pitch black. My head was killing me- it was if a thousand knifes had be thrown at it, each one reaching its target, sinking into soft flesh. My ears were ringing like a broken phone that just wouldn't shut up.

I groaned, and tried to take a step foward, only to collide with a wall.

Shit.

I felt the space all around me, as I stumbled around blindly. There were four long walls confining me in a medium sized, dank room. The "wall" in front of me was, upon further investigation, actually a door.

I tried to unjar it but was met with no avail.

How on earth did I get here in the first place?

Then it hit me. Dianna. Su Yin. Aaliyah. Dianna was furious, and somehow had rendered me unconscious.

And obviously stuffed me in a closet afterwards.

I certainly wasn't going to hang out with them anymore.

Panic started to set in. What if school had already ended?! How long was I unconcious?!

What if everyone had already gone home, and I had to stay here all night?!

Frantically, I began to pound on the door over and over again. I felt the skin of my knukles peel bit by bit against the splintering wood, but I didn't care.

I had to get out of here.

"Hello?!" I screamed. "Is anyone...is anyone there?!"

I was met by silence.

Tears started prickling my eyes, as my pounds increased their force ten-fold.

"Hello?! Anyone?! Help?!"

I abruptly dropped my fist.

"...Harry?"

My voice came out so weakly, I almost didn't even recognise it.

I dropped to the ground, curling up into a ball. I drew my legs closer, as a lone tear defiantly escaped, sliding down my face onto my bleeding knuckles. Another tear followed. And another. And another.

And an onslaught of tears trailed onto the ground below.

I hated Aaliyah. I hated Su Yin. I hated Dianna. Hell, I even hated England itself.

But most of all, I hated myself.

How could I be so stupid?! It was obvious from the beginning that Dianna was just playing me like a fiddle. She was never Harry's girlfriend-hell I doubted they've even held hands before, let alone dated. She just befriended me to keep tabs on me; to track what I was doing. To ensure that I didn't get too close to Harry, so she could.

Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

And Harry....Harry was so nice to me. He hung out with me, when no one would. He tried to talk to me. He cared for me.

What did I do?

I just spat in his face and put a knife in his back.

And now he was never coming back. Not after the way I treated him. He tried his very hardest to find out what was wrong, and all I did was push him away.

I didn't deserve him at all.

No. I deserved to be in this bloody closet, trapped for God knows how long.

With a feral cry, I slammed my body into the door, my face sinking in my hands.

"...Charlotte?"

My heart skipped a beat.

"...Harry?...Harry!"

My voice was flooding with joy. Normally, I would've been mortified to hear myself call out a boy's name with such happiness. Now, saying I was just immensely relieved would be a massive understatement.

"Charlotte! I want you to go to the furthest wall from the door as possible. I'm going to get you out of there."

I made a noise of confirmation, and felt my way to the very back of the room.

All of a sudden. The door started pounding. Harry was slamming himself on the door, trying to get it open..The door rattled so violently, I thought it was going to burst from its hinges.

"Alright, this is going to be a big one!" Harry called from the other side of the room, before his rapid sprint to the door.

The impact was so strong, the door flung open, revealing a puffing, red Harry on the other side, as the light flooded in.

"Harry!" I breathed out, before breaking into a run.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I had flung a hug around Harry. He faltered for a second, before hesitantly putting his muscular arms around my thin frame.

"I'm so glad you came," I whispered, as I sank deeper into his hug.

"I'm just happy your okay," he mumbled, as he nuzzled to top of my head with his face.

Suddenly, the full severity of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. I was, quite literally, in Harry's arms. I gasped, before pulling away hurridly.

I avoided his gaze.

"Ummm...thanks," I muttered, blushing furiously.

Harry just tilted his head, and pinched my cheek.

"OW! What was that for?!" I screeched, caressing my cheek tenderly.

Harry merely grinned.

"That was for avoiding me, missy!"

My eyes became as big as saucers.

"That's it?! You forgive me already?!"

"Well, yeah," Harry said casually, before his expression ashened.

"Besides...I think you've already been tortured enough."

I let my eyes fall to the tiled floor, where my face had been. A warm hand cupped my chin, and tilted it towards Harry's face.

"Miss Dawson. Do you want to get out of here?"

I looked into Harry's sparkling ocean orbs, and gave a gave a slight nod. He smiled, and linked his arms with mine, as we walked out of the school grounds.

Our belongings and bags were still sitting limply in our homeroom, and we wouldn't see them again until tomorrow. 

END OF PART ONE

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