Chapter 4:Raegan

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Harry's POV :)

        Shit, shit, shit.

        I am in big trouble now. What if Simon finds out?

        "Mr. Styles, please have a seat." 

        I pulled out a chair and sat down. I looked down at my shirt, and there are red spots all over it. My poor little white shirt.

        "So, I have heard about you Mr. Styles."

        "Okay, a lot of people have. Continue," I said.

        "See, that is your problem. Respect," she said. " I've dealt with a lot of people like you before Mr. Styles. You are just a lot soul, crying out for help." 

        "You know nothing about me," I spat.

        "Oh really? I know more than you think I do. I know all I need to know. You are Harold Edward Styles. You were born on February 1, 1994. You are 1/5th of One Direction. Your mother's name is Anne, and you have an older sister name Gemma."

        She really thought she was smart.

        "Okay? What's your point? A lot of people know that stuff. You can look it up."

        "Last year you were almost arrested for beating someone up in the back of an ally, " she told me. 

        How did she know that?!

        "You were also caught drinking and driving as well. Why Mr. Styles you are very rebellious aren't you?" she asked. I smirked.

        "Yes, yes I am," I responded. "Can I leave now?"

        "Not yet, I have a few more questions. " She pulled out my file from her desk drawer. "On your file, it mentions a young girl named Raegan. Who is that?"

        Raegan. The name that I thought I would never hear again. Reagan was my ex. I really loved her. I really, really did. One day me and Raegan were walking down the street at night. 

        *FLASHBACK* 

        one month ago...

        "I had a great time tonight Harry," she told me. She stood up on her tippy toes and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 

        "I did too Raegan."

        "Was it weird that Ryan was there?" she asked me.

        "No, not at all, " I lied.

        "Harry, you don't have to lie. I know you were jealous."

        "I wasn't jealous Raegan. I just don't like the fact that he was staring at us the entire night," I said.

        "It's okay Harry. I'll always be yours, " she told me while grabbing onto my hand.

        Suddenly, two black shadows showed up on the sidewalk.

        "Hello Raegan."

        "Ryan? What are you doing here?"

        "I'm here to do what is right."

        "And what might that be?" I asked as I stood protectively behind Raegan.

        Suddenly two large hand pushed me up against the wall. My head hit the wall with a loud thud. I hit the ground. I tried to get up, but my legs were paralyzed. I just couldn't get up.

        "Say goodbye to her Styles, " Ryan said.

        "No! Wait please! NO!" I yelled.

        "Let go of me Ryan," Raegan screamed. He had he by the neck.

        "See Styles. If I can't have her, no one can. Not even you."

        "Ryan please don't!" she said as tears ran down her cheeks.

        "Goodbye Raegan," he said as he pulled the trigger. *POW* She fell to the ground and blood gushed out of her body.

        "Raegan? Raegan! " I yelled. 

        I used my arms to move my body next to hers. I looked at her face. She was slowly turning gray.

        "Harry," she said softly. "I will always love you." That was when her eyes started to slowly close.

        "Why, why, WHY!" I screamed. 

        She was supposed to be mine. But, now she's gone and is never coming back.

        *PRESENT DAY*

        "Mr. Styles?" the principal asked.

        I was back into reality now. 

        "Who is Raegan," she asked me.

        "She's no one. She's just an old friend." My heart broke into a million pieces just saying that. 

        "Are you serious?"

        "Yes, she's no one." 

        "Well then I guess you can go then Mr. Styles."

        I got up from my chair, and walked towards the door. I reached down to grab the door handle.

        "Oh yeah, Mr. Styles. I hope to never see you in my office again. I plan on keeping my school a peaceful environment, and if I have to kick you out just to make it peaceful again, I am not afraid to do so. Have a nice day."

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