Torn (harry styles)

3- Bad Memories

Harry's threat bounced back and forth in my mind, causing my heart to race. There was something about him which made me alert at all times. I don't know whether it was that he was dangerous, or that he was a badboy... whatever it is... I hate him....

"What was that?!" Evie's excitable voice penetrated through the air, making me jump.
"what?" I giggled, shrugging as if I didn't know.
"Harry?! what did he say? why was he talking to you? have you spoken to him before? why didn't you tell me?" she bombarded me with questions.
I laughed, and stepped away from the busy atmosphere she had created between us.
"woah slow down, its no big deal."
" He's so hot though and I never knew you and him were on speaking terms!?" she talks about him as of he's famous. pffft.

" Don't go thinking I'm friends with him cause I am not." I snapped. sounding sort of harsh, but to be honest I dont really care. And plus- Evie is used to my harshness by now. sad but true, I have the shortest temper ever.

"Then why were you talking to him?"
she tilted her head to the side and frowned, if only she knew...

" For your information, he was talking to me! And it doesn't matter anyway cause I hate him." I scoffed, rolling my eyes and quickening my pace along be long corridor towards the exit of the building.

"but why?" she moaned, quietly. Jogging to catch up with me. I didn't reply.

Evie was very pretty, she had dark golden blonde hair and tanned skin. Her eyes were big and brown and she always wore pretty eye liner and she wore blood red lipstick and short skirts.
Me however, I had long wavy dark brown hair and blue eyes. I didn't wear any makeup usually as I don't see the point in getting dolled up to go to school... it was only school. I just wore either leggins or jeans depending on the weather and what not. I dont mind the occasional jean shorts and skirts but nothing too extravagant. And I always go for the safe baggy jumper or T-shirt.

On paper, Evie and I probably wouldn't be paired as best friends- but it just works.
Evie was popular so she got invited to lots of parties which sometimes I attend aswel but I'm not much of a party person and besides; I don't think Evie's friends like me. But I don't care cause I don't really like them either; they seem bitchy and judgemental and all they seem to do at thier parties is bitch about people and do dirty things with the boys in thier little group... for example - Harry Styles.

Memories of the party I went to a few weeks ago flooded my memory and I felt myself blushing. I really do hate harry...a lot.
He's just so arrogant and annoying and he thinks he can get with any girl he likes, not that there's any left he hasn't got with already. he's a right player and everyone knows he's bad news. yet people still always try and do things with him I just don't get what's so special about him.

I felt rage bubble inside me again and I dug my finger nails into my sweaty palms...

" Do you wanna go to The Hungry Horse now? " Evie asked.
I turned round to face her, in all honesty I just want to go home and get my ice cream and a spoon... but that's just sad so I nod and smile at her.

When we arrive there it's nearly empty, the hungry horse is a fast food place which is local our town. Its not a chain fast food place and people just come here to hang out. I don't really like hanging out.. I prefer doing something productive- hanging out is just boring.

We walked in and I got a portion of French fries and a cheese burger. Evie screwed up her face in discust of my fattening choice and got herself a mango smoothie and a small chicken salad. She's so skinny and she looks after her body very well, I suppose with the outfits she wears and the people she hangs out with her body would have to be in tip-top shape.