A Public Affair (A Harry Style Fan Fiction)

Overcrowded Shopping Session

It seemed that every time I spent time in class, time went by slowly. The teacher's long speech was giving me a massive headache. I still wondered why I chose this class to begin with. I hated politics and it had nothing to do with my future career. Actually I was wasting my time, sitting here in class, pretending to listen but my head was somewhere else. Another 5 minutes and you will be done Liz but I knew that those last five minutes would be the longest. After my last class, I had to go meet my youngest sister, Katherine, for a little shopping session. She had been begging me to go with her for the past week and because of my university studies and my part time job in a clothing store, I just didn’t have time but now I did. Katherine Morgan Benson, the youngest Benson and the most annoying one. She was doomed to be a rebel kid like me. I believe that was why my mother didn’t approve of her hanging out a lot with me. The thing was that Katherine wasn’t my real sister, she was my step sister but it didn’t matter to me. My biological mother died when I was 4 year old and it was only my dad and my big brother until daddy got married with Trisha because she was pregnant with Kath so technically Trisha is my step mother. I didn’t have any problems with her but she could be really protective of us and I like to have my freedom so when she found out that I was going to stay at a dorm at my University, she wasn’t pleased at all. She got my father to talk to me but in the end, I had already made my decision. I didn’t wait until the bell rang because it would ring at any second so I started to pack my things in my bag whilst the teacher kept her eyes on me. The bell finally rang and I got up from my chair to exit the classroom but the teacher called my name when I was inches away from the door. I loudly sighed before turning my back to the door and started to walk towards Mr. Carter.

‘’Mrs. Benson, I see you are in a hurry to leave my class.’’ He said, erasing the white board before turning around to face me, all smiles. He was using his charm on me, all the girls in his class were  madly in love with him but not me. He wasn’t my type.

‘’I just have something to take care Mr. Carter, nothing related to your class.’’ I smiled before batting my eyelashes. Usually this technic worked on every teacher I got but not on him.

‘’I’m going to get to the point; you are failing my class Mrs. Benson. If you want extra credit, read this book and write a minimum 10 page essay by the end of this week.’’ He said, giving me a book and a paper with the instructions for the essay.

I thanked him before putting the book and the paper in my bag. I will do it, I had to do it. I just had to remember to do it; I believe my biggest flaw was that I would forget things easily. I pushed the front door of the building and walked towards the metro. I didn’t have my driver licence and even if I had it, the chance of having a car was 0.01%. I didn’t mind taking the metro; on the contrary I loved to take it. It gave me time to think and day dreaming. I got lost more than one time in the metro. I put on my sunglasses and my headphone before turning my music to the maximum. I didn’t have a particular taste of music; I had in my IPhone, everything you could possibly think, from rap to heavy metal. I was searching in my bag for my metro pass, when someone pushed me. I turned around, took of my headphone and screamed in my highest voice.

‘’You could apologize you cunt!’’ before putting back my headphones and running down the metro stairs. I swore that in Montreal, we had the rudest people ever. The least he could do was apologize but I guess he was too good to apologize. I scan my metro card and enter the metro wagon. I had to squeeze myself in a small space. I only had 2 stops before getting off the metro. I could have walked, but in this humidity I preferred to take the metro. My mother was waiting for me at the entrance of the Eaton Center. I got out of the metro and started to walk towards the Eaton Center. From afar I could see my baby sister, Kath. She was like 12 years old but I just couldn’t stop treating her like a baby. She saw me and started to run towards me before jumping in my arms. I hugged her tightly, not wanting to let her go. I really missed her and I wished I could spend a lot more time with her. I had to promise myself that I had to see her at least once a week. I kissed her forehead  multiple times before letting her feet hit the ground. As we were walking to our mom, Kath kept telling me that she loved my style and that she wanted to dress like me. I was wearing distressed  black shorts with tights and a basic grey top. I didn’t even make an effort to dress myself today so I laughed at her compliment before greeting my mom with a huge hug. She was staring me down, from my head to my toes. She would say something about my outfit and how I wasn’t giving Kath the good example.