Happy Love [1D fanfic]

chapter 3: Stalking News

At school next morning Carl ran up to me in the cafeteria. He looked tired and sweating, even more of a disgrace than usual.

"I know where you were last night." he said.

I looked at him with disgust.

"Creep!" I said.

"And I know Harry and Ingrid broke up because of you." he continued. I tried to ignore him.

"Did you even know he was famous?" Carl said with his slimy little voice from hell.

"Sorry?" I said. Now what he said actually confused me.

"Harry Styles." he said. "From One Direction? You haven't heard of him?"

I nodded.

"Well, you spent the night with him, which makes you the scandalous whore he just slept with." said Carl and blottet his brown and yellow teeth.

I was a bit shocked. Not only had I spent the night with Harry Styles but I had broken up his relationship!

Carl continued smiling to me with way too much gum. I literally felt sick to look at it. He left but just as he walked away he smacked my butt!

That little perv!

Of course Jennifer was hungover and wasn't at school when I really needed to talk to her. She had puked in the car when she picked me uo in London yesterday morning.  I decided to drop school for the rest of the day, and I ran to the bus stop and took the first bus.

I had sat in the bus for about two minutes when my phone rang and the number was unknown.

"Hello." I screamed over the sound of the noisy bus.

"Hi, it's Harry!"said the other line.

"Oh, hi!" I said and found myself fixing my hair. I instantly stopped and blushed.

"So you forgot your wallet at my apartment." Harry said. "Do you... uhm... want to come fetch it?"

"Yes! Can I come tomorrow?" I asked.

"Sure." he said.

We planned I'd come around 4 PM.

When I came to Jennifers house I didn't knock, and I didn't use the front door. I went straight to the window of Jennys bedroom and, as always, it was open, so I climbed in.

I did not want to see her crazy aunt, therefore I had always climbed the window.

Jenny wasn't in here, so I sat down on a chair waiting for her.

After a while she came into the room and jumped when she saw me.

"Gosh Nat! You scared me!" she yelled.

"Sorry" i grinned. "But I need to tell you something!"

"Oh yey! Tell me, tell me!" she said exited.

"So you know that guy I went home with last night?"

"Yeees?"

"Turnes out; it was Harry Styles..."

Jennifer couldn't believe her own ears. She just sat there not saying a word.

"Harry Styles from One Direction?" she screamed.

"Yes!!" I said. " And oh my goodness,  I think I broke up his fucking relationship!"

"Holy shit, with Ingrid, that model?" Jenny said.

"God yes, she slapped me!" I said.

Jennifer burst out in laughter.

"Jenny, it's not funny!"

She couldn't stop.

"Jennifer stop!" I said strictly. "I feel awful!"

She stopped laughing and her face turned green.

"Me too," she said then ran out of the room with a hand over her mouth.

I could hear the splashing of her puke hitting either the floor or the toilet.

"Are you okay?" I yelled to her. I wanted to help her, but puke always made me puke. Which was weird considering I lived with an alcoholic mother that puked daily.

Jennifer came back.

"I'm fine, thanks." she mumbled as she sat down next to me again.

"Tell me more!" she said.

I opened my mouth to do so, but in that moment her aunt came into the room and saw me.

"Oh what the fuck?!" she screamed with all her breath. Her scream always freaked me out.

"Get tha fuck out of my fucking house you fucking cock-sucking little bitch!" she screamed to me. She came closer to me with her little broom pointed straight at me.

She liked to use the word fuck.

"Get out!" she commanded.

"Aunt Philippa!" Jenny shouted. "Please let her stay!"

Aunt Philippa ignores her and pushed me towards the window.

I did my best to climb out the window while Philippa kicked me with her hard shoes made of what? Tree?

I jumped down to the ground and fell to my knees. Philippa threw her broomstick at me.

I could see Jennifer in the window and i mouthed a goodbye to her.

Then I went home to my own crazy mother.

I wish I could die.