Masked (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

7

I didn't know whether his statement was a question or more of a demand. I looked at his face lit up by the moonlight and by his expression of furrowed eyebrows, he seemed to be waiting on my monosyllable answer.

The label I have of him went from  handsome, cheeky, flirty, and lustful to unloyal and a sex addict- all from Bobby's further explanation. I cringed at thought of him sleeping with my sister- well if I had one. This information was more the reason to simply say 'no'. Before my thoughts could relay the message to my actions, I caught myself already nodding.

Harry's face lit up at my approval.

"I'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow." He said into my ear before kissing my cheek. I gave him a small smile before he walked back to his car and took off.

I entered my house, expecting to be greeted by the darkness, the lights were on and my mother stood at the counter- obviously awaiting my arrival.

Her lips were pursed and her eyes watched me approach her, "Hey, why are you up?" I asked.

"I don't know, maybe because my daughter has been running around with boys all night." Her usual easy, sweet tone has been substituted by a harsh, stern one.

"I went out with a group of friends. Girls were there." I said, chuckling a little at her overbearing statement. I maintained the usual easygoing, light tone I normally would and added a playful eye roll as I escorted myself to my room. I thought wrong as I heard her footsteps trail behind me, following me into my bedroom.

"Who was that boy?" she asked as I sat on my bed.

"A friend." I quickly reply, anything to get her to leave.

"He doesn't look like the type of person you should be around."

You should see the girls I hang around, constant partying and late night hookups.

"Its okay, mum. Trust me- nothing is going to happen." I reassured her.

She nodded, granting me her trust, and wished me a goodnight as she exited closing my door behind her.

I threw myself back onto my bed, letting my exhaustion sink in and eventually drifting off into a slumber.

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The obnoxious sound of my alarm interrupted my quiet state. I groaned and quickly shut it off. I pulled the blanket from my body and sat up. My legs hung lazily off the side of the bed and I rubbed my tired eyes- the lack of sleep consuming me.

I tugged jeans and a plain white tee shirt out of my closet and lazily got ready.

My hair pulled back into a ponytail and my black and whites Vans, I grabbed all my necessities and walked to school.

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I walked into class, and took a seat in the back and waited for the teacher to begin.

The teacher was an odd old man. A thick black head of hair with a handlebar mustache. I don't know where they found this man because I haven't seen someone as strange as him. He stood up from his desk once the bell rang and neatly wrote his name, large, on the chalkboard.

Mr. Glem

He began speaking of algebraic equations and he lost me through his usage of words. I just stayed silent and copied whatever was on the board.

I heard the creek of the classroom door opening but didn't bother looking up at the student who was only a couple of minutes late. But I did observe the latecomer once I heard their footsteps approaching me. And of course, it was Harry. I rolled my eyes and he sent me a smirk and plopped down next to me. As much as I enjoy kissing him, I just can't stand him as a person.