Warrior // Harry Styles

Chapter Two - New Kid

I got out of the shower and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I sighed and opened the cabinet where we kept our extra toothbrushes and stuff. I took out a razor blade and glanced one more time at the mirror before I glided the blade across my already scarred wrist.

I winced in pain but, continued to move the blade across my delicate skin. The red liquid seeped out of my flesh and onto the counter. After about 4 or 5 new cuts, I cleaned myself up and headed to my bedroom.

I looked in my closet, searching an outfit for today. How about something casual? I picked out loose white tank top and some black denim short shorts. It's a good thing I didn't cut my legs... yet. I also got out a black biker jacket to complete the look. I also put some foundation on my wrist so no one saw my cuts. I put on some lip gloss on my plump pink lips, some mascara on my naturally long eyelashes and some blush on my cheeks to make my cheek bones prominent.

I skipped downstairs to the kitchen where I saw my mom cooking some breakfast. I didn't feel that hungry so I just got out a box of Lucky Charms and poured the cereal in a bowl and added the milk. I started munching happily as I took out my phone.

I checked my Instagram and smiled at one of the pictures in my news feed. It was a picture of a cute little kitten playing with a small ball of yarn. I double tapped the pic and scrolled down but, a certain picture caught my eye. A picture of the cutest guy ever! He had curly brown hair that was stuck to his face by the little drops of rain that splattered on his face. He had piercing green eyes that I got lost in and because he didn't have an umbrella, you could see his abs threw his wet shirt. The caption read "first day of school at St-Louis High!! Hope I make new friends.xx (:" ~Harry

This Harry guy is going to MY school? Oh. My. God. He probably won't notice me since I'm an outcast. I decided to follow him and be nice and stuff. I finished eating my soggy cereal and put on my leather combat boots while my mom got the keys for our Dodge Caravan. I took my backpack and hopped into the passenger seat. I could drive the car but, I'm scared that some of the kids will trash it up... I waited patiently for my mom to grab her umbrella since it was raining outside. I check my Twitter and 'Harry's' popped up in my recommendations. Wow! Is twitter trying to make us friends already? I followed him just like I did on Instagram and he followed me back instantly. My gaze followed my mom's tall figure as she opened the car door. She got in and brushed herself off before she made the car purr to life. She backed out of the driveway and started to drive to my school. I decided to tweet something for the first day of school.

"First day of school!? Ugh why??"

I pressed tweet and I instantly got 3 retweets and 5 favorites. That was a normal thing since I have about 2,000 followers. And nobody from school knows my Twitter except Harry. The car came to a stop in front of the school that I had so many memories in. Majority of the memories weren't good ones... I hopped out the car and waved goodbye to my mom and made my way into the school. I didn't get so much "hate" now a days because, the principal and teachers made a rule that if anyone touched me or hurt my feelings they would have to face consequences. Big consequences. But the teens at school didn't care, they continued threw me bombs of hate. They called me fat, ugly, whore, bitch. It will broke me to think that society is like this. I wish we could have world peace but, that would take a lot of effort from a lot of people.

I walked up to my locker and opened to put some decorations. I was almost down finishing my customized locker until, a Polaroid picture that got tangled in my fingers. I took it out and gasped. It was a picture of Brandon and I at my 7th birthday party, our faces painted with cake, the biggest smiles on our faces and there was writing in Sharpie that read: "Brandon + Lizzie = ♥". The only people who showed up were Brandon and his parents but, those were all the people I needed to stay strong but one of them was ripped out of my hands, I can't have him anymore.

I started tearing up a little but, quickly wiped my tears away before they made their way down my cheek. I looked at the picture one more time before I placed in my locker. I shut my locker and made my way to homeroom when I saw the guy from Twitter and Instagram. He smiled at me and shyly waved with his right hand. He had a tall figure with his other hand jammed into his pocket. He walked up to me with a wide grin on his face. I widened my eyes, turned around, opened my locker again and stuffed my head into my locker, pretending to search for something.

"Hey" his raspy British accent rang in my ears. I love people with accents, especially British ones. I stuck my head out of my locker and peeked at the handsome lad in front of me. Whoa we had a HUGE height difference. I'm 5'4" and his about 6'. I'm one of the shortest kids in my grade, another reason I get picked on. I was blushing a light pink colour. I usually don't talk to a lot of guys because, Brandon was the only guy I liked and who wasn't or didn't look like a "player".

"H-hey" I shyly waved and flashed him a nervous grin. I don't want him to get picked on because he's talking to me. I quickly jammed my head back into my locker as the bell rang and kids were making their ways to homeroom.

"Um, maybe we should go our separate ways now." I asked, kids giving me evil stares that I hated and that made me shiver. Harry looked at me with his big green orbs, concern invading them as they grew darker. What's happening?

"I'm walking you to class from now on" he grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers together. A smile made its way to my plump lips. I giggled as he walked me to homeroom. Who ever gets to date this gentleman, is the luckiest girl on earth.

"And we need to talk later" the smile on my lips disappeared, and I looked up at Harry. He's eyes were very dark, almost black. Ok, now I'm getting freaked out. I nodded my head very fast and looked at the ground. Brandon, come save me...

Um, hii. Sorry this late but who likes the new cover that I made for the book? No one? That's what I thought. What do you think Harry needs to talk about? Should Lizzie be scared? Well anyways sorry for the sucky chapter. 7 votes for the next chappy! DRAMA NEXT CHAPTER! so keep voting. I'm going to school soon so, I won't be able to update my stories a lot -_- but I'll try my best.

If you could have a date with your favourite memeber of 1D, what would be the perfect date?

Love you all. Remember cutting is not the answer.xx

-Marie<3

#RIPLarryShipers forever in our hearts.xx