Him vs Her

Chapter 58

Graduation was a few weeks away and I was not feeling it. The stress was getting to me, I couldn't pick a college, pack my shit and just leave. I just couldn't, but I had no choice in the matter, I had to. Though at least Louis will be at my college and I am not quite sure if that's a good thing or not at this point

I think what I've learned being in this school, even though I've been here for only two years is that you got to take EACH DAY AS IT comes and stop dwelling on the past. Although I was here for a short period of time, I feel at home. It's a warm place where most of my memories are built and I wasn't ready to leave.

I forced my ass off the bed and dragged myself to the bathroom, would I miss this dreaded routine every day? Then again it will probably be the same. I grabbed the college paper and found the one I wanted to go to, same one Louis goes to. I filled it in and sent it. That was my choice, the only college I actually wanted to go, the rest didn't appeal to me. I got inside Harry car and the radio was playing twenty-one pilots. I turned the sound full on, I just had to and started singing along. Harry's hand reached out to turn the sound off, I presumed.

"Touch the radio and I will break your hand," I warned.

"Damn...fine," he laughed. He wouldn't be laughing if he knew that I would have actually broken his hand if he touched it.

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"Have you applied to Stanford yet?" Harry asked once we got inside the school.

"Stanford? Oh, no, I actually applied to Michigan," he seems surprised.

"WHAT? Why that?"

"Louis goes there..." I reply as if it were the most obvious thing, which it was.

"I figured we'd go to the same, come on go to Stanford with me!" he practically begs.

"Umm, Haz, it's my choice, I mean you are welcome to come to Michigan with me but there is no way in hell you are forcing me to come to some college just so I can be with you," I explain/

"So then you knew we'd end up breaking up?"

"Well yes, most high school sweethearts don't exactly last, besides you can visit me and I can visit you..."

"You're acting like our relationship doesn't mean anything to you,"

"Harry we're not married..." As soon as the words left my mouth I knew they should not have, I meant it, I honestly did but they hurt him. He tried his best not to show me but his eyes gave him away.

"Ah I see, okay then..." he said and walked away.

"Harrrryyy," I whined. "Come on Haz you know I didn't say that to hurt you or anything but it's true, I'm not taking it back, it's true," he walked away further. "STOP WALKING AWAY FROM ME!" I snapped, the students passing by stopped to glare at me. He turned around, crossed his arms over his chest and I impatiently waited for him to speak.

"Stop making me want to walk away from you," he calmly replied and turned around continuing his journey to get wherever so long I wasn't there.

"Hell no you are not going to walk away from me, I AM WALKING AWAY FROM YOU,"

"I did it first," he smirked.

"I can't hear you, too busy walking away from you," I replied, running down the hall. Fuck this, I need a drink even though that won't fix a thing and I might get arrested but I don't give a fuck at this point. How dare he get mad at me for following my dreams? I mean who the hell does he think he is?

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I practically ran home. Harry still wanted to drive me but my pride wouldn't allow it. I showered and I got dressed in the sluttiest outfit I could find in my closet, which wasn't that slutty but for me it was. I put on dramatic eye make-up and a purple lipstick. I really didn't know what I was doing I just wanted to piss him off, not that this would, we're over anyway but I knew for a fact that he would be at this certain party. So if I could just piss him off a little bit that would be fine with me. I forced mum to drive me which made her ask a lot of question, both regarding my look and my sanity. I replied that it was a costume party, which made her calmer.