My Demons

Him..

I find it hard to focus because all I can manage to do is stare at the amazing person in front of me. Harry Styles is perfect, beyond perfect actually! He makes me believe that my life could get better, maybe I have a chance of survival. I think this but I know that it will not be possible without him in my life. 

"Thalia?" Harry says, trying to get my attention. 

I look at him, what did he just say?

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I ask trying not to sound like a fool.

"I asked what your favorite part of the school is. I want to know everything about the beautiful girl that is showing me around."

I blush, no one has ever been this kind to me. But I know this kindness won't last long when he finds out about how messed up my life is. No one ever stays in my life, people always leave me. 

"Oh my favorite part is the library, it's quiet. I like peace and quiet."

"The library is always my favorite place of a school too. In my old school not a lot of people hung out there, so I pretty much had it to myself" he says. 

"That sounds amazing! Okay, so on to the generic questions." I say with a hint of a smile on my face.

"Like what?" Harry replies.

"Ummm like what's your favorite color? Mine is purple."

"I have two orange and blue, my turn. What is your favorite food?

"Omg, that is so hard to answer! I love food. If I had to choose, it would have to be onion rings."

"Mine would have to be tacos! I mean who doesn't like tacos? I feel like we are just walking around! Your not actually telling me where things are!"

"Ohhh that's right! I was supposed to be your own personal tour guide. Whoops! Obviously I won't be getting a job as a tour guide. What's your schedule, we can go from there."

"Well I have English, government, art, and then a business class. I didn't have a lot to chose from since I'm starting the year so late."

"I have the same classes! You can just follow me around until you get the hang of the building. It really isn't that difficult. I guess we should walk into English." We were right outside the classroom. I was sad that our journey was over. We walk into English and everyone stares at us. I go back to my seat. Harry tells the teacher his name and comes to sit down beside me. That's when people start to mutter. I only hear one of the girls talking, she says "What is a guy like that doing with that pathetic excuse for a human?"

I look over at Harry, he heard it too. He looks like he wants to say something, but decided against it. He looks at me and asks if I'm okay. I nod my head, but inside I am torn. Why can't these girls just leave me alone, why do they have to break me every chance they get?

"Thalia, I can tell by the look on your face that you are far from okay. Do you want to hang out after school? You could tell me about it, or I could just get your mind off of it. Your such a nice person, you don't deserve that hate." Harry says, his eyes show genuine worry.

"That would be great. Thank you." I say. By now I am trying not to cry, he is so sweet. Where has he been all this time?   

As the day goes on, I learn more about Harry. He actually grew up in England. There is one thing I want to know, will he stay. Or will he leave when he finds out about my messed up life. I hope he stays, I couldn't handle it if he left. He makes me feel whole again, I can be myself around him. I can be the me that I was before that terrible day.