Emotionless Love (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 11

Harry P.O.V

I forced myself to walk away from Francis, after she told me to head on over to class.

Why? Why was she acting so nonchalant about our breakup? I mean it just happened last night! And for what!? Just because I fought Zayn or is the real reason truly because she never liked me? I thought to myself, as I walked down the hallways.

It wasn't always like this, we used to be just like any couple, last year. You know, go on dates, have same interests(expect for sports and going to parties), kiss; she even let me meet her sister, Cason, who was typically like a mother head for her, since her parents rarely came home.

I introduced her to my Aunt Dee, who was like my mum away from home, when I came to the US after my father died and my mom needed sometime to just............figure things out. I didn't mind really, because I too needed the space, since I wasn't really coping with the grief so good either

My Aunt was very proud that I got a decent girlfriend, who wasn't ill-mannered like my past ones. So that definitely boosted my will to keep this relationship going , if it meant I had my Aunt to support me.

After a great 6 months of dating her, school was about to end, and I knew I just had to see her over summer break. Never had I felt this way about a girl, always anxious to talk or hang out with her and quit frankly, I liked it.

I was very disappointed to find out that she was going to the Big Apple for family all summer and wouldn't be back until a couple days before the new semester.

So for about the first week after school ended, I just stayed in the house, sadden at the fact I wouldn't see her all summer. My Aunt finally got tired of all my bitching and moaning, so she said that she was going to send me to my mum's for summer break.

I agreed, since it was a great way to not think about Fran all the time and wonder if she was thinking of me too.

In England, I hung out with my mum, who was slowly changing and forgetting about dad. I knew she was forcing herself to forget him, since most of his belongings and any picture with him in it was all crammed into the guest room, locked away, never to be opened again.

I didn't want her to forget him, just move on.

While up there, I Skyped and called Louis to tell him about how I was doing. He was the only one who knew I had a girlfriend at the time , but I knew sooner or later he'd tell the group, so I purposely never mentioned her name to him. I only told him that she went to my school, and that was how we met.

When I would talk to him I would always end up bragging about Fran or telling him how she never called, or FaceTimed.

He'd always think about crazy scenarios to why she never tried chatting with me:

Examples- "She must be cheating with her cousin or she probably got so obese on New York hot dogs, that she knows you won't like her anymore, let alone recognize her."

Stupid right?

After hours of hearing Lou go on about his thoughts on Fran's lack of phone calls and him laughing at every one of them, I would usually hang up or go do busy work around the house for my mum.

By then, he would of either hung up or still be talking about some other shit happening.

It pretty much went on like that all summer, until it was finally two weeks before school and I had to leave England to get prepared for the new term.

When I got back, I felt just as I did before leaving, miserable. So to pass the time and not get yelled at by my Aunt, I met with Louis, Niall, and Zayn a couple of times. We were all pretty cool that first week of just talking shit, but then Zayn did a really lowbrow move, which got us all in trouble.

Niall and Lou were able to forgive and forget it, however, I won't forget any time soon......

Before I could finish my thought, something hard bumped into my shoulder.

"Hey watch it fucktard!" I looked up to be met with a gang of jocks, angrily staring me down.

"What the hell you'd call me?" I asked the leader of the group, as I tightened my hand into a ball, ready to punch him once he said the answer. I was already pissed off with the break up, and multiply that by ten with my killer hangover, so you could understand why I'm irritated.

The main dude leaned in close to my face.

" I called you a mother fucking fuckt....... " before he finished, I punched him square in the nose, making him fall back.

The others stood back a bit, until they finally put two and two together to try and help their friend. They picked him up by his forearms, while I stood waiting for the next move.

"Hey! What are you kids still doing in the hallways!?" Everyone turned their heads to see the fat ass security guard walking up the hallway.

Before I could avert my full attention back at the jocks, one of them punched me on the side of my cheek. I stumbled a little from the impact and then crouched by the floor, covering my stinging cheek.

"We'll get you asshole" said the main jock up above me.

I could here distant footsteps running in the opposite direction, while other ones headed my way.

" Hey you, your going to the front office now!" Stated the guard as he came up behind me and jerked me to my feet.

"Get the fuck off me!" I yelled to him as he grabbed the back of my shirt collar, leading me to the front office.

"Like hell I will! Your the one from this morning running down the hallways, right?! Sooner or later I'd get you, Styles! I've dealt with you for the past 3 years and all your sly comments about me " he screamed into my ear as he pulled me down the empty halls.

"It's not my fault you got fat! Your just mad that I keep reminding you! Maybe if you laid off the Mickie D's and Taco Bell you wouldn't be ridiculed for your weight! !" he stopped walking and swung me around, so now I was facing him.

The next thing I knew, a big meaty hand was inching its way to my face, while burning, hateful eyes glared at me in pleasure.