Hazy (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven: Back to Normal

(Sophia's P.O.V.) 

Everyone was super excited for me that I was Harry's girlfriend. My friends were ecstatic and so happy for me, and my parents were hesitant of the age gap, but they knew Harry was a nice guy so they let it slide. I couldn't be happier.

Except for the part where I didn't know when the next time I would see Harry was going to be. And that school started in a week. But I pushed that thought aside while I tried to salvage the last week of freedom.

I went back to school shopping and my mom bought me a whole new outfit. We also got the usual school supplies, but I actually liked picking out all the new stuff. New pencils (mechanical of course), fun erasers, a pretty pencil case, and I even got a new backpack. My mom thought it would be funny if I got a One Direction one, but even if I did want it, it wasn't big enough to hold all my binders. The struggles of being in high school.

I also spent time with my friends. We watched movies, went to the park, did sleepovers, and just chilled around. The week went by so fast, though. I hated it.

The only reason I wasn't going crazy missing Harry and the other guys was because Harry and I were in constant communication. I knew it was just the honeymoon period and soon enough I would be too busy with school to talk this much, but it was really nice while it lasted.

We mostly texted pictures back and forth. I sent lots of the stuff I got, selfies of my friends and I, and the pets. His were usually of the guys but when he was laying in bed he would send his own selfies. But when it was night time we tried to face time, but the different time zones sometimes made that more difficult. That was fine, though.

The other boys talked to me too, but mostly Niall and I would text. He came in second to Harry for who I talked to most. I felt bad he was the only one without a girlfriend now, but I knew someday he'd find his princess. And she would be beautiful. Inside and out.

Eventually my week did end. That Monday morning, the first day of school, I got up way too early and took a shower. I kept my hair down and brushed it, parting it to the side. I got ready, ate breakfast, made sure all my things were together, then went off to school.

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Basically, school sucked. I only had one class with any friends and that was with Ava. My best friends were all on entirely different schedules. And I had a class with my ex-best friend. And all her other friends were in it too so I sat alone while she laughed with them all hour.

I knew I was going to dread that class everyday. I always felt like she was laughing at me. Or judging me. Because I wasn't good enough for her. I was never good enough for anyone. What did Harry see in me?

No, Sophia stop. You're not having thoughts like this again.

I sighed and just let that class happen. 

But I was so relieved when I was sitting in my last class and that final bell rang. And I was so happy when right at 3:00, I had a text from Harry asking how the first day was.

I almost cried I was so happy. I really wished he was there right at that moment. He wouldn't judge me. He would have talked to me all day. He would have made me happy. 

I called him as soon as I got home.

"Hey little girl! Did you get my text?"

"Yeah," I smiled.

"And?"

"It sucked."

"No way! School? Sucking? That's crazy talk right there."