Damn (Harry Styles AU Fanfic)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

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Harry's POV

First period of the second day was over. I want to say I didn't care so much about my education but seeing everyone in the classroom unfocused, made me feel so dorky. I mean, I can't be the only one in class that want a good job with a good wage. I felt sorry for them kind of.

I saw how my classmates packed away all their stuff in the lockers when I realized I forgot to ask for the English book out teacher had been raving for me to read. I wish I could stay away from reading more than I do already, but she was so sweet and cared for me so much I couldn't possibly say no to her.

I walk through the hallways and back to the classroom.

"Ouch" I hear my inner voice say. My body bumped in to someone shorter than me. I look down and I see a short brunette bending down collecting her dropped belongings. I bend down to help her.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry" I call over and over. I look up to face her and it's Steph I see. My eyes go wide at the thought of us always encountering each other in the most uncomfortable ways. Quickly I change my focus point to the ground instead. It is pretty hard not seeing her face when she is shorter than you are.

I hear her saying something but my brain won't put the words together. So I mumble under my breath and walk away. Praying she does not know who it was she crashed into.

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Louis jumps out in front of me as I walk down the stairs to the first floor. I try to keep my balance but I must admit, I was scared.

"Harry!" He cries. The word echoing through the hallways. Luckily not many peoples classes had finished.

"Louis" I say not quite as loud.

I'm guessing this was the moment when he takes me out on the little shopping spree of my new wardrobe. Really I wasn't that happy about it. Louis seems to be as his slides down the rail at a rapid pace and lands on the floor moments before I do.

"I'm sure you know where I'm taking you." He say when we get out of the schools main building.

"Yeah, not really happy about it."

"C'mon! It will be marvellous!" He practically screams and drag me to his car. And we are off to the shopping mall.

The mall was my least favorite place in the whole world. Being there made me miserable and most of all I hated seeing all the lovely couples holding hands and kissing in public. It made me sick to know no one wanted me as much as they wanted each other. 

I stopped outside the first store Louis had dragged me towards.

"Do I really have to do this?" I ask and look at the big sign above the entrance to Topman.

"Yes, this is my favorite store, Harry." He answers and wave with his hand in a sign for me to come. 

I walk in to the store and the first thing that hits me are the humongous wall of t-shirts and several desks of pants. To say the least I wasn't excited for the time we were going to spend here.

"What about this one?" Louis holds up a blue t-shirt with a big print. 

"No" 

"Or this one?" A gray plain t-shirt is in his hands. 

"No" I answer for the I-don't-know-how-many-times.

"You have said no to everything I have shown you. Just say yes to something or I will make you put on the most ridiculous thing for the audition!" 

"I just want something more me." If only I knew what 'me' was.

He took out a plain white t-shirt and threw it to my chest. Running toward the jean-section he pulled out a pair of skinny black jeans and finally he picks up a pair of brown shoes. 

"Here" he takes my hand and force me to go to the changing rooms. "Now you have something simple and hot." He scans the clothes one last time before he shoves me into one of the booths.

"Louis, These jeans are really tight." I look myself in the mirror and the jeans are clamming onto my skin as if they were soaking wet and stuck to my legs. The t-shirt was better though, not as skinny and not that baggy actually. The shoes were nice as well. Not that similar to my usual shoes but still very nice. 

"Open up and walk out so I can see you." 

I do as he says and walk out from the booth. The first thing he does is taking of my glasses.

"There. A future rock star." He scans my body as I stand in front of the big mirror on the wall. I guess it was a good look. I did actually not look as bad as I thought. It was better than the other clothes my mother usually picks out for me. I must say I was impressed. Louis did know something about me.

"So, do you say we'll get everything?" Louis puts my glasses back on and looks at me with a sincere smile.

"Yeah, I guess." I answer back not sure of what he had planned to do next.

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We walk out from the store with two bags of the clothes I just had put on. Louis had insisted to pay for everything and said I could repay him when I was rich and famous. As if that would ever happen. 

Now we were going to the optician to get me contacts, because i 'couldn't possibly have glasses on TV' or whatever he said about my glasses.

And I was going to the hairdresser as well. Guess that was one other step I had to go through to become a good singer. The image was very important according to Louis, he had said that a few times already.

Walking in to the hairdresser's was very awkward. My hair was filled with wax and everything trying to keep the curls out of my face and steady on my head. I hated my curls and how I couldn't do anything with it.

The stylist washed my hair thoroughly so no products were in it and started cutting. She and Louis made me face away from the mirror so that I couldn't see the results of the styling.

"Voila!" The stylist spun me around so I could see my hair and wow. She had made it so perfect, not perfect as in every single hair stray was in the same direction, but perfect as in it really suited my face and everything. It is hard to describe but I really liked it. Though it was something completely different from what I thought it would be, I liked the long curls (that wasn't as tight as I thought they would be). 

"Wow, thank you so much. I like it" I touch my hair as much as humanly possible. But I don't feel any products in it, which is amazing. "I have had so much trouble with my hair so thank you" I say toward the hair stylist. And she just smiles and walks away.

"So you do really like it, Harry. I do too. It fits you." He touches my hair and shakes it a bit before walking out of the salon.

We walk out of the mall and as far as I can see not a lot of people are there, but I guess I make myself stand out because I feel like everyone are staring at me. The stares are burning in my back and I quickly make my way out from the building.

"Did you see that?" Louis asks when we get in the car.

"What" I am not sure what he meant and if he also felt all the stares.

"There was a big billboard screen showing all the auditions for this Saturday. And the picture I sent of you came up as one of the slide." He breathes. "Isn't that cool."

I look at him horrified. So that's why everyone looked at me. "Uh huh".

"Just about 3 days left, aren't you excited! And it's live TV as well. How awesome." I don't answer. Truth is, I am scared. So scared that everyone is going to bully me so I have to switch school.

3 days.

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Authors note: UUUUGH! I have been so bad at writing lately. So many exams for school and everything before Christmas break, so soon we are going to have even more school work... Oh well, could be worse.

Oh well. I'll update soon.