Meeting Darcy || Harry Styles (ON HIATUS + POSSIBLE REWRITING)

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

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"Are you okay?" I heard an unfamiliar voice ask me.

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I looked up to see an old woman standing there looking worried.

I quickly wiped my tears away. "Yeah. Just a little depressed and all." I lied quietly. "Well, if you're depressed than you should go to the hospital." She told me before walking away.

"No way." I muttered, "Never again."

I stood up, walking in the direction of the school. I walked passed a woman with her crying baby and a 10 year old sitting on the side of the street. I guess I'm not the only one.

I gave her a sympathetic smile, trying to get away from her as fast as I can. I felt really bad. Every time I walk passed someone who's homeless, or broke, something that made them not be able to live a normal life, I feel really guilty. I feel like I could help them if I could try hard enough. I can one day. I've never told anyone this, but my life's goal is to make a change in the world. Help homeless and broke people find a home or money to at least them get them back on their feet. That would make me feel alot better if I did that.

I turned a corner to see the school. It had some pros and cons to it, but mostly cons. The people there don't dare mess with me. For some reason, they don't like me at all. But doesn't that happen to every outcast in a fan fiction. Mine's different though.

No one even comes near me, like I'm a disease or something. But I always check myself in the mirror, seeing nothing wrong with my eyes, nose, face, hair, anything that could draw the wrong kind of attention.

I walked up the steps, walking through the doors. My school never locks their doors. It's weird, right? I strolled right into the janiors closet that I've been in way too many times before.

I sat on the ground, thinking about tomorrow. What's so special about tomorrow? You might ask.

Tomorrow's the last day of school. The last day of bullying, the last day of critizism, the last day of sadness. I'll be going into high school next year.... hopefully. From what I've seen and heard, high school is where the ultimate bullying is. Especially here in London, it's quite big. So, lots and lots of new students are going to be there. Hopefully one of them can be my friend.

I doubt it though, I already don't have any friends here. I'm the 'loser' of the school that'll drop my books in the hallway, get pushed up against the lockers, get bullied for what I looked like that day. That's what every story in a book is, and mostly what happens to the 'main character' of the book. But most of the time, these things actually happen.

Some people just happen to be the victim of it. For no reason at all too. It does sound cheesy and I know every single romance novel or something like that happens, but I feel all those feelings those authors right about. I would say that if a few more things happen to me in high school, then I'll have a mental breakdown. I'm serious.

I bet you, I'll see y'all in an asylum in the next few years, maybe even months.

But in all those stories, the character meets someone who changes their life around. But me? I've waited 4 years for someone, even something, to change my life forever.

Someone told me to never loose hope though, but I'm really considering about doing that. I know that karma, you do something bad, it comes back to you 10x worse. And when you do something good, it comes back to you 10x better. I've made sure to help anyone I could to earn that good karma back, but it's supposed to happen in less than a few minutes, hours, days, or months. Mine hasn't been any of those. I've been waiting for mine for 4 years.