Different. H. S

Different. 11

Why did I say that?

Because that's what she is. A voice within me spoke.

No she's not like that. She looks good in those clothes. I fought back.

She's nothing like all the other girls.

Exactly! She's nothing like all the other girls that's why she intrigues me.

I have to do something.

You won't do anything! It said.

I will. I have to. She's already broken and I hurt her more.

Why do you care?

Because.... I don't know. I mean I have humanity okay? I know I'm an asshole but still I am a human.

Great excuse Styles. I felt it laughing at me.

I huff and make my way out of the school building.

*******

After offering prayer I crawl in my bed and stare at the ceiling thinking about what has happened in past few days. My encounter with Harry. Harry saying that he has some obsession with me which I believe is a lie. Harry saying he was dying to see my smile which was of course another pick up line. Grandma's death. Harry seeing me in my vulnerable state. Harry comforting me. Harry saying my clothes are ridiculous.

"I hate you Harry Styles. I don't regret the words I said or the slap I gave on your stupid face. I hate you with every bone in my body." I shouted in the pillow. And then I don't know when I slept.

7:22 PM

I shot up from my bed when I heard my alarm of prayer going off. I went to the bathroom and then I offer the prayer. I cupped my hands in front of my face and talked to my God because that always calms me.

"Please forgive my grandma and give her a place in heaven. Tell her I miss her a lot. And please do something so I won't see Harry ever again. I can't stand him and You know it. Please just throw him out of my life like he was never there. And please help me be a good daughter, a good sister and a good muslim. Ameen." I said and folded the prayer rug.

My stomach was grumbling due to the lack of food since morning. I grab my phone and walk downstairs. I was scrolling through my Instagram when I heard sound of laughing.

It would be Dad and Wali. Thank God Dad is fine now. I thought.

I enter the living room and see Dad laughing with Wali. "Assalam-o-alaikum." I say and they both look at me.

"Wa alaikum asalam mera beta." Dad smiles. (Wa alaikum asalam my daughter.)

"Why you both are laughing?" I sit beside Dad and rest my head on his chest.

"Dad was telling me about when he was kid, grandpa used to call him to wake him up but he never woke up on the first call and he always used to say, "coming dad" when he actually was sleeping and then grandpa would kick him." Wali says and I laugh along.

"Pari?' Mum calls.

"Coming." I say and untangle myself from Dad.

"Can you cut the salad for me?" Mum asks and I nod. I pick the vegetables and a knife. After making the salad I put the plates on the dining table.

I froze in my spot when I heard another voice and saw the curly haired boy sitting in the dining area with Dad and Wali. He looks at me but I look away and place the water jug on the table. I was thinking that I would have a great dinner with my family today but Harry Styles sure had to ruin everything.