Harry's P.O.V
As Mickey walked into the classroom, late as usual, I smiled to myself. God, was she beautiful. She was different. Good different of course, but different. She didn't look like a model. She had freckles all over her cute face, braces, and long brown curly hair. I guess you could say, she was perfectly imperfect.
While we were doing the lab, I noticed something on her wrists. They were scars. "No they can't be scars." I said to myself. Why would such a pretty girl harm herself? Was she not loved?
"Mickey I need to talk to you after class." I told her.
She looked terrified, but I need to know. Through the rest of the period, my palms were sweating like crazy. I just wanted this class to be over with. I needed to talk to Mickey.
As soon as the bell rang, I ran for the door. I think I might have tripped a couple people. I stood outside the classroom, waiting for the slowest girl on the planet to come out.
When she finally walked out, I grabbed her by the wrist. I turned them over and examined them carefully.
What I saw crushed me inside.
On her perfect, small, delicate wrists were scars. Some where even fresh.
"What is this?" I asked.
She looked at me like she didn't know what the hell I just said, like she was deaf. Then she turned away from me, and ran.
I called after her but she wouldn't stop running. I started to chase after her, but I couldn't catch up to her.
Damn was she fast.
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Mickey's P.O.V
I heard him call after me, I heard him start to run after me too, but I wasn't stopping.
Now, I had no where in the world where I was running off to, but I wanted to get as far away from Harry as possible.
I didn't want him asking me a bunch of question that I wasn't in the mood for answering.
So I kept running. I guess I had to pee or something cause I ran to the girls bathroom.
When I got in there, I ran to the furthest stall and locked myself in there.
Then, I broke down and cried. Hard.
I don't know why, because I wasn't upset with Harry, or with anyone or with anything. But I cried harder than I have in a while.
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Harry's P.O.V
She ran into the girls bathroom. At first I was hesitate to go in, but I went in.
I heard crying. The last stall door was the only one shut so I went to that one. I knocked on it.
"Mickey?"
"Leave." she said faintly.
"Mickey open this door now!" I demanded.
"No! Get out of here!"
That made me even more pissed than I already was.
I really didn't know what to do at this point. She wouldn't open the door. So I really had no way to get in there. It took me about 5 minutes till I realized that I could just easily crawl under that stall door.
As I crawled under the door, I hit my head.
"Ow! Fuck that hurt!" I cursed.
Apparently she thought this was amusing because I heard her giggling. Normally if I hurt myself and someone laughed, I would be the beating living shit out of them, but not with Mickey. It just made me happy that I would make her laugh instead of cry.
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FanfictionMickey Layman was a depressed girl, who thought no one cared about her. Till Harry Styles, the bad boy of Blossom High School comes into her life and changes her thoughts about everything. Did someone actually care about her? And was that someone Ha...