The Girl Next Door. (Harry Styles)

Chapter 4.

Harry's POV

Ever since that creative writing class Carlota hasn't been the same, I thought our group was getting on well in form and I even thought we were friends, but now she won't even look at any of us. Something's up and I'm determined to find out what. I had no idea where she was at lunch, she's very clever, she knew someone would go looking for her so she didn't hide out in the library. In class she would sit on the opposite side of the room and sit in silence for the whole lesson, I knew she was shy but not this shy. I even tried to find her after school to walk home with her but I couldn't find her anywhere. I did notice music playing inside her house when I got home, she must have practically ran home.

Carlota's POV

It was now Thursday evening, I had managed to avoid them practically all week until I got a message from Cassie whilst I was out eating dinner with my family;

'Hey, what happened to you all week?'

'Nothing, just busy, sorry.'

'Busy? Doing what?'

'It doesn't matter.'

'There's something you're not telling me.'

'It sounds too farfetched.'

'Tell me!!'

'Not now, tomorrow.'

'Promise? x'

'Promise. x'

'See you tomorrow :)'

It did seem a bit farfetched being bullied on my first day and being told to stay away from everyone but I felt like I needed to tell someone, Cassie seemed trustworthy and nice enough, even though Ashley said she would bully with the boys it wouldn't be any worse than what she's doing to me. After finishing dinner we went straight home and I headed straight for bed.

I was still tired the next day but somehow I managed to drag myself out of bed and into the shower. As usual I washed my hair and did a little bit of singing, like you do. It was slightly cold today so I threw on some black skinny jeans, a checkered top and my Jack Wills Gilet. After getting changed I leapt downstairs looking forward to eating my daily cocopops, it's like a ritual to me. After finishing my morning ritual I jogged back upstairs, did my daily make-up, grabbed my daily essentials and ran down stairs, again. I put my black and yellow pastry shoes on, hung my bag on my shoulder and headed of towards school.

After the 20 minute walk to school I managed to find my form room much easier this morning, I took my seat right at the back and reached into my bag for my book. As I started reading I didn't even notice the classroom fill up. After the registrar was taken I assumed my position with my head behind my book. I was getting really into it when someone's phone started ringing, it didn't stop and I couldn't help get annoyed, I couldn't concentrate. It was some extreme song too;

'uh huh holy shit
it's about time you get off my dick
a few times i've been around that track
but your ass is still fat
its gonna stay like that
cause i ain't your hollaback boy'

I recognised the song, I lowered my book to see the whole class facing my direction, oh crap. That was my phone going off, it kept repeating. Whoever was calling clearly wanted to get hold of me. I grabbed my bag faster than the speed of light and grasped my phone to see who was calling. I was about to pick it up but I was interrupted, by the sound of laughter from the class and my teacher.

"Phone, now." I didn't say anything, I was slightly adamant about handing my phone over.

"Now, I don't appreciate that language during class and I'm sure that Justin person calling you can wait." I couldn't help but wonder why my cousin was calling and now but I would have to find out later. I handed my phone over and peered round the class. Cassie was laughing uncontrollably. I was so embarrassed; I can't believe I still have that as my ringtone. The bell soon rang and I was off to my first class; gym.