Loving Blindly [Harry Styles]

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Chapter 3

No reads last chapter… :( where did I go wrong? Imma post anyways :P

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I sigh wiping the sweat of my brow. I plop the old books down a chair and sigh. It was getting hotter, the cold temperature rising with so much activity I was doing. I sigh again and put my hands on my hips. I had to move on, I had to start now. I promised Andy.

So here I am, disposing of all the drafts of small stories I used to write for Andy. I was left only one more year and I was thinking of publishing my first book sometime after I graduate.

I look over at the window and bring my bangs away from my face, I watched Harry with his dog on a leash guiding him. The dog comes back with his white Converse and Harry gives the dog a treat. His ray-ban covered eyes make its way forward as the dog tugs him forward.

I shake my head and start taking black plastic bag and throw all the books in. one with a glittery cover caught my eye, it was Charlotte’s Web, her favourite book. I sigh and open the book to the first page.

“Fern: Where's Papa going with that ax?

Mrs. Arable: Out to the hog house. Some pigs were born last night.

Fern: I don't see why he needs an ax!

Mrs. Arable: Well, one of the pigs is a runt. It's very small and weak, and it will never amount to anything. So your father has decided to do away with it.

Fern: Do away with it? You mean kill it? Just because it's smaller than the others?

Mrs. Arable: Don't yell, Fern! Your father is right. The pig would probably die anyway.

Fern: Please don't kill it! It's unfair.

Mr. Arable: Fern, you have to learn to control yourself.

Fern: Control myself? This is a matter of life and death, and you talk about controlling myself.

Mr. Arable: Fern, I know a lot more about raising a litter of pigs than you do. A weakling makes trouble. Now run along!

Fern: But it's unfair. The pig couldn't help being born small, could it? If I had been born very small at birth, would you have killed me?

Mr. Arable: Certainly not. But this is different. A little girl is one thing. A little runty pig is another.

Fern: I see no difference. This is the most terrible case of injustice I ever heard of.

Mr. Arable: All right. I'll let you start it on a bottle, like a baby. Then you'll see what trouble a pig can be.”

I sigh and shake my head closing the book. I take the bag over my shoulders and walk outside taking it to the dumpster.

First step at forgetting Andy.

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“See you later witch!” Derek said pushing me at the lockers, I sigh and close my eyes.

One more year Amy, one more year. Think of Andy

I take my books and run to my class and sit down at an empty seat. I was late, and the teachers didn’t mind and let me take my time. Which Derek took advantage of by the way. I sigh and relax my body at the seat.

The class dragged on and finally it was my free period. I rush out of class and take ‘The Fault in Our Stars’ at my locker and going by the benches with some snacks.

“What are you going to do about it you blind punk?” I heard someone say, and I didn’t know why but it took my attention. I turn my head and remove my glasses watching that a guy was holding Harry’s glasses above his head as Harry shut his eyes tight.

I shake my head as Derek continue to bully Harry up to the point that it started to piss me off. I take my book and folded a corner of the page standing in between Derek and Harry. Derek scoffs and lowers his hand down.

“Amy?” Harry asked behind me. I shake my head and look at Derek.

“Leave, or I’ll make sure you won’t have kids” I threaten. Derek tilts his head back and laugh, his hand resting on my stomach.

“You won’t do that Manda” he hissed my name “You’re too good to do that”

“Watch me” I hissed in his ear as I kneed him in his lower region. He groans and leans down to cover ‘the area’ and he walks away dropping Harry’s Ray-bans on the floor.

“And stay out!” I chime taking the dropped glasses on the floor.

“Sorry ‘bout that” I said brushing away a few pavement dusts at the lens and gave it to him.

“Err- thanks” he said taking the glasses from me, his hair hooding his face so I couldn’t exactly see his face.

“Want some help?” I offer.

“Err- I think it’s best if we don’t be friends” he said “Sorry but err- I don’t like to be friends for a while”

“Ohh err- okay then” I say then he walked away.

He really confuses me.

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“Maybe he just wants to be alone right now” he says and sighs running a hand through his hair.

“Or… maybe he doesn’t really like me. Like everybody does” he gave me a smug look.

“Manda, you saved the bloke from bullying and then he’ll hate you? He must be some grade A jerk then” I slap his arm “OW!”

“You’re a grade A jerk” I sigh “I just wanna help him, and he won’t even let me”

“Maybe that’s the thing” he said “he doesn’t want help.”

“I don’t care.”

“I’ll help him. Even if it’s the last thing I do”