In Love With My Bully - Harry Styles (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 23 - A Fresh Start (e)

Chapter 23



A Fresh Start



Maria's POV



'Hello.' Nope.



'Hey there.' Too needy.




'Hi.'




Shit.



I'm fucking hopeless.

I was currently back at my house, in my bedroom practising in front of my mirror, for the day. It was My digital clock blared 7.21 in bright red digits. I looked around my room, it was slightly different than I remembered it to be, but not completely. Like, for instance, I knew where everything was and where I could find my clothes, laptop, books etc. But I couldn't remember anything about this room. It was like I had just walked into somebody else's bedroom. I felt like I was snooping around in somebody else's house.





I looked at myself again and straightened out the white blouse that I was wearing. It was neatly tucked into my black skirt, and my black tights (it was a bit chilly out) and completed with my green tie. I looked at my arms more closely, realizing that their bruises were clearly visible. Panicking, I ran to closet and yanked out a black school cardigan. I put that on, sighing a little. I had thousands of bruises, not just on my arm, places like my legs, back, collarbone. But there was a massive one on my stomach. I didn't know where these were from and when I asked my parents, they made up an excuse not to answer my question.





It was my first day back at school. I had been discharged from the hospital 2 days ago and was free to go. I bit my lip, realizing I didn't know anything about the school itself. Instead I remembered things like the photosynthesis equation. Helpful right?



Which by the way is carbon dioxide + water ---> glucose + oxygen



I hoped my friends were okay. I hope I had friends, in the first place! The only one that I knew was Harry. He was going to be here at 8 to take me there. Did he always come here? Did we always walk to school?







'Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School' I said out loud. Well, it was worth a shot.







My stomach grumbled, shaking my mind from the thoughts. I opened my door and hopped down the stairs and into the kitchen. My parents were perched on their seats, eating their omelettes and were in a conversation about the stock market, in their whole business attire.







'Morning honey,' My father looked up and said. 'Had a nice sleep?' He asked.







I nodded in reply, while biting a bit of the omelette that was on the third plate.







'Good. Do you have everything for school then?' He continued.







'Yeah, my bag's ready.' I replied.







'Good. Harry will be here in ten minutes. But remember, if you don't feel well, AT ALL, then excuse yourself at once, and one of us will come to pick you up. Okay?' I nodded in response 'Good.'

I ate the rest of my omelette in silence an half-listened to my parents talk abut the new product they were introducing. I drank my water when I heard the bell go off. I said a quick bye to my parents. I went out of my door and to the main gate, where Harry was.







'Uhh.. Hello.' I said, once reaching him.





'Hi, Ri.' He said. We started to walk to, which I assume, school.





'So how are you?' I asked him, trying to flow a little conversation.





'Good. How about you? You okay with all of this?' He said.





'Yeah. I mean, I'm coming to terms with it.' I said. 'Wait, Harry? Who are my friends? I cant remember a thing about anyone at school.'





Harry's eyes flashed with look of relief but also pain at the same time.





'Umm... well... you hang out with the five of us normally. Me, Zayn, Liam, Niall..'





'And?



'Huh?'



'You said five. Who's the fifth?'



'Oh..... Um..... I meant that... you were.... the fifth?' A blind person could see that Harry was questionably uncomfortable talking about this, so I decided to drop this topic.





'So, do we always walk together like this?' I asked, but was abruptly stopped as we stood still. 'Yes?' I asked dragging out the 's'.





Harry chuckled and pointed to the the metal rod next to us.



'Bus Stop. Route 579.'



'Your parents normally drop you off,' He replied. 'But I always go by bus.' He said, as the bus pulled up. We both stepped in and scanned our oyster cards (A.N. UK public transport cards for those of you who don't know) and sat down on two empty seats.





'Hey mate.' I heard a voice call from behind us. We turned around to face a boy with olive skin, brown eyes and jet black hair. 'Hey Maria.' He said when he noticed me.





'Oh right, sorry. Maria this is Zayn.'









'Hi.' I smiled back, his face broke out into a full on grin as we continued to talk for the next twenty minutes until we reached school.









'Let's go then.' Harry said and grabbed my hand. As we entered the building I saw so many people look at me and then looking at Harry's hand that was intertwined with mine. The guys were looking at me in utter disbelief and you could practically see the jealousy drip of all of the girls faces.







'Harry,' I whispered to him, as I realised my voice box was too scared (like the rest of my body parts) to function properly.







'Yeah babe?'







'Why are people staring at us?' My voice had returned to its normal decibel as Zayn caught us up.









'Yeah, that's fine guys. Its cool. Don't wait up, 'kay?' He commented sarcastically.









'Yeah, that's cool.' Harry casually replied.









'Oops?' I shrugged my shoulders at him.







'Why's everyone staring?' He said just before he noticed our hands.







'In here.' Harry said, shrugging off mine and Zayn's comment as we scrambled into Room 10. 'Have a seat.' We walked up to a table and sat down. I noticed that two other bags were here too.







'Does anyone else sit here?' I asked the two boys.







'Hey mate. A voice cam from behind me, just as Zayn opened his mouth to say something.







'Yes. Maria this is Liam and Niall, the other two shits who sit here.' Zayn joked, pointing to the two boys.




'Hi. Yeah Harry told us.' Niall said.



'Oh Jesus Harry, what did you do, go posting about this on Facebook?' I playfully joked. 'Is someone else meant to be here too?' I questioned, nodding my head to the sixth chair.







'No.' Harry coldly said, making the atmosphere quiet and dead.







'Okay guys.' A teacher walked in to our class and sat himself down on his chair at the front.







'That's Mr Jones, our form tutor.' Liam whispered. I nodded and answered my name for register.





'So what do you guys have next?' Niall quizzed everyone?





'Free period.'





'Geography.'





'German.'





'Physics.' As soon as the word came out of my mouth, I realised that I remembered something!







'You remembered.' Harry said, trying to force out a smile? What was up with him? I thought he would be happy, that I would remember something.







'Sorry, I'm late.' Said a voice at the door. Everyone's head snapped to him. I heard Harry growl near me, but that wasn't what I was focusing on.

'Louis?' I voiced out.

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