Harry and I watched movies all afternoon until mum called telling me she was on her way home, so he left. I didn’t really want him to go. I was having so much fun just playing around and cuddling while watching movies. Harry is my first boyfriend and to be totally honest he’s the exact opposite of who I thought I would date. But I love him.
How we will tell our parents though? Will mum get mad at me? I wouldn’t think she would. But I don’t think she expected me to date Harry. She probably doesn’t want me to date him anyway. Not because he’s the son of her boyfriend, just because he was a jerk.
Mum got home a little while after Harry had left and I went up to my room to call Sophie. She would kill me if she found out I didn’t call her straight away to tell her we were dating.
She picked up after 3 rings.
“Hey Soph” I chirp into the phone.
“Someone’s happy” She laughs.
“Well I have something to tell you”
“What is it?” She questions.
“Harry and I are kind of dating now.” I giggle.
“WHAT! Omg that’s great!!! Your first boyfriend!” She squeals.
“I know, I’m so happy” I laugh.
“Oooo, what about your parents though” She whispers.
“Yeah, I’m not too sure what to do about that yet” I sigh.
“Do you think your mum will be mad?”
“Well she shouldn’t be.”
“Yeah true” Sophie replies.
“I have to go. Got to get my stuff ready for school tomorrow” I sigh.
“Okay, will see you tomorrow” Sophie chirps.
With that we end the phone call.
I forgot to hang my school dress up out of the washing machine last night. So I quickly chuck it on a coat hanger and hang it under the heater. I throw my laptop on charge and put my books I need into my bag. I grab my journal from out under my pillow and start to write in it.
Dear Diary,
Well today Harry came over. He saw my fresh cut and it made me uncomfortable. I’m still not use to him knowing about them. It’s going to take some time.
Harry asked me out today and I happily accepted. Except I’m worried what mum will say. I never thought having my first boyfriend would be so hard to tell mum. I feel like I’m keeping stuff from her. This is the best thing that’s probably ever happened to me and I feel as though I can’t tell mum. I’m more worried about what she will think. I think I will talk to Harry before I tell her. To see when he’s going to tell his dad.
I get side tracked writing in my journal and start drawing on the side of my page. I always like to add random sketches into my journal. This book holds all my secrets. My pain, my loves, my past. I would never let anyone read it! It’s for my eyes only. I add a little bit more to my entry and close the book.
The rest of the night went quick. I decided not to tell mum about Harry and I yet. It wouldn’t hurt her not to know for a while. I made my way upstairs to go to bed and my phone buzzed.
From HARRY STYLES:
Goodnight baby xxx
I smiled at his cute gesture. It was weird to think that I have a boyfriend. My first ever boyfriend. I absolutely loved the thought. I replied a quick message back.
To HARRY STYLES:
Goodnight Harry xo
I plugged my phone into the charger and turned the lights out. Zeus was asleep at my feet.
“Goodnight Zeus” I smile as I drift into sleep.
****
“Mia, time to get up” mum yells through my door.
I groan as I realise it was a Monday morning. Time to go to school again. I take my school dress down from the heater and throw it over my head. I slide my white socks over my feet and put my black T-bars on.
I decided today I wanted to wear a little bit of makeup so I applied a full face of foundation and a dash of mascara. I put my hair into a loose bun and let strands fall out over the side of my face. I rush down the stairs into the kitchen and start to make my lunch.
Mum was already eating her breakfast as I cut my sandwich into half. I packed everything away in my school bag and made myself a bowl of cereal. It was unusual that today I had time for breakfast. It was a nice change though.
Mum and I were out the door by 7.30am and on the way to school. The breakfast show played over the radio with a few songs in between. I kissed mum goodbye as I climbed out the car and up the stairs into the school. As usual there was only a couple people at school at this time. I packed my stuff away in my locker and grabbed my first period books. I made my way to my homeroom and sat in my usual spot. I plugged my earphones into my phone and listened to some Beyoncé to start the day off.
Sophie entered about 15 minutes before the bell was meant to go.
“Good morning” Sophie chirped running towards my table.
“Morning Soph” I smiled taking my ear phones out.
“Seen Harry yet? Sophie winks.
“Actually, no I hav-..” My reply was cut off by chanting coming from outside the homeroom.
“Fight fight fight” Was being chanted over and over again.
Sophie and I shared a quick glare before we made our way outside to see what was going on. I managed to push through the crowds to get to the front of the students, who had formed a circle at what appeared to be a fight.
My eyes widen when I saw who it was.
Harry.
It was only Monday morning and he managed to get himself in a fight already. He was repeatedly punching a kid about his size. I had seen him around school but never really talked to him. I think his name was Mikey, but I’m not too sure. My thoughts were broken when Mikey swang a punch right across Harrys jaw. Harry stopped for a few seconds holding the injured part of his face but came back with a punch to Mikey’s stomach. Mikey fell to the ground and Harry was now on top of him.
“Mia, are you going to do something” Sophie whispered watching me stare on.
Right then I realised, I can’t just let Harry beat what looks like to be an innocent kid.
“Harry!” I yell walking into the circle enclosed by teenagers.
But he ignores me.
“Harry get off him!” I shout louder tugging at his arm.
But he doesn’t budge. He hits Mikey across the jaw and I flinch at the sight of blood on his knuckles.
“Harry I’m serious that’s enough!” I yell.
Harry snaps his head around to face me. His muscles loosen when he sees it’s only me. He looks back down at Mikey and back to me. He gets off of him as Mikey rolls over in pain. He grabs my wrist and forcefully pulls me out of the crowd towards an empty room.
“Harry let go, you’re hurting me” I flinch at the tightness around my wrist.
“Sorry...” He mumbles letting go.
“What the hell was that about” I ask trying to keep my calm.
It was hard though, I had just experienced Harry punching the life out of a poor kid.
