The Boy In The Beanie (Fetus Harry Styles)

Daddy Was A Glass Maker

"You're pretty cool, we should hang out sometime.", says Aria.
"Yah, I'm new so I don't really know anyone I haven't really made any friends here yet.", says Harry.
"Well you have two friends now!", exclaims Aria throwing her arms up in the air.
"Can I have my beanie back now?", asks Harry.
"Ok but I'll warn you my hair isn't very good at saying bye bye to hats. It'll be a mess."
Aria takes off the beanie and her dark, brown locks are sticking up on the top of her head. I start laughing at the sight of Aria with messy hair. She starts to laugh a little too.
Harry gives her a sweet smile and says, "Here, let me help you."
He reaches over to Aria and helps her brush down her hair with his finger tips. They're both giggling. I can tell he's enjoying rubbing his fingertips through her soft, long, hair. She doesn't seem too unfortable either. For some reason I can't stand to watch this.
I pull out a brush from my purse and say, "Come on, Aria, lets go to the restroom I'll help you fix your hair."
"Umm ok. Haha, well bye, Harry it was nice meeting you. I'll talk to you later.", she says as I'm walking her towards the restroom.
"Bye, Aria!", he says with a big smile, flashing those dimples right at her.
"Bye...umm?", he says looking at me, it's clear to see that he forgot my name already.
"So what did you think about Harry?", I ask Aria.
"He's so funny! I really liked him." "What about you?", asks Aria looking at me through the mirror while I comb her hair down.
"Yah he seems like he really liked you too. I don't even think he noticed me.", I say.
"Of coarse he did. It's just that you're quiet so maybe there wasn't much to say.", says Aria trying to make me feel better even though she knows I'm not nearly as social or likable as her.
"He looked right through me, just like everyone else you become friends with.", I say running her smooth hair through my fingers once more, admiring it's length.
"Don't say that.", she replies in a stern tone.
I can tell she knows it's true.
Most people see right through me.
What can I say?
Daddy was a glass maker.