1D imagines

Homework.

I had STAAR testing so, the homework became endless piles. Harry didn't let me touch one book. It was so annoying. I had to fill my brain up, until it exploded. As soon as I started on a math equation, Harry would come in the room and swing me over his shoulder.

"What do you want to do today?" He questioned me looking at me from up to down. "Study. Obviously." He chuckled. "I'm not joking Harry. I need to pass 12th grade. You didn't finish school,  for your music career. If we ever break up, and I am depending on your money, you do realize I have to do something with my life." I snapped. He looked hurt. I didn't care, that's who I was. I was very blunt and didn't care about what people thought. "What do you mean by if we ever break up?" His voice sounded so gentle. "I mean, if we ever break up and don't get back together, you won't be giving me money. I have to work. I have to do things independently and responsibly. I have am responsible. You always got handed things in a gold plate. I never had the chances you had. I never had a voice like yours. I didn't have a amazing family. Because I was born and raised to do things on my OWN. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go." I walked back into the kitchen,  my heart pounding.

The following days were me avoiding Harry or him avoiding me. My test day was finally here and, high school was crammed and crazy. Schools buzzing about, gossip, Celebrity's, drama, break ups. Anything you wanted any of the girls gave to you, from the top of their minds. I sat in my seat, it was a steel chair stuck together. "Good morning class, today we will be taking our state exams, 4 hours is the only time you have, once I say pencils down, pencils DOWN, I will hand you these packets, open them with the side of your pencil, and you do not begin till I tell you to do so. " I gulped and felt queasy. I did as told and wrote my name. This exam determined practically our WHOLE lifes. It determined, intelligence, how much pressure we could handled, how much we paid attention.

"You may start, now."

I finished, and put my head down for the last 2 hours. Tears prickled my eyes, knowing if I did pass I'd have to see how many colleges accepted me, and from there I chose one out of them all. That also ment I had to apply,  more paper work. It also ment I had to leave Harry. Because I am no longer a butterfly,  creating my cocoon, I am a butterfly stretching my wings and getting ready to fly.