My Tutor >> h.s

// three //

*Harry's POV*
I let the number ring for a little while before I heard a voice pick up.

"Hello?" It sounded the same as when I just left, confused, worried and angry, all bottled up into the same tone of voice.

"Haley...I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to flip out at you..please forgive me." I begged.
I don't know really why I felt the need to apologize to her. I know I'm a dick for yelling at her, but I feel like I shouldn't apologize.

"Shit, Harry, it's okay." She replied. I could tell she was still pissed off at me, and I was perfectly okay with that. It seemed like she cooled down a little bit.

"Can I come back over?" I asked her, hoping for a good answer.

"I guess so." I heard her reply. I mentally thanked myself before hopping back into my car.

I felt horrible. Absolutely horrible for leaving Sarah to walk home all by herself. But I was getting sick of her prissy attitude. All this time, I thought being popular would make me get a good girl, who's popular like me. But honestly, the one thing I figured out was that popular girls can't compare to the average ones at school.

*Haley's POV*

I heard my phone ringing, just a simple plain ringtone. I don't understand why people go all out on a dumb ringtone when you can just pick a free one. It's not like people call me enough to hear it anyway. Especially when people pay for songs to be their ringtone when you can record it yourself and set it as your ringtone. And, it gets quite disturbing after hearing the same thing play after a while.

"Hello?" I answered. I was actually quite confused as to why somebody was calling me right now.

"Haley...I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to flip out at you..please forgive me." I heard a raspy, deep voice at the other end of the line and I could immediately tell who it was. I was shocked by Harry's sudden apology, he wasn't one to come off like that. I felt like I couldn't find the right words to say back to him, so I just replied as, "Shit, Harry, its ok."

I ran my fingers through my hair.

Am I really that delusional? I can't believe out of all things I said, that had to come out of my mouth. I was shocked by his choice of words but I was still pissed off because he snapped at me earlier.

"Can I come back over?" Clayton wasn't home, he was probably out with his girlfriend. Harry shocked me with this sentence. I didn't think he wanted to come back over and I certainly wouldn't expect it, since he doesn't want to study.

"I guess so." I replied back, a little confused. I don't know why he wants to come back over if he doesn't even want to study.

"Okay, I'll see you in like twenty." He said before hanging up. I quickly put on a pair of sweatpants over my spandex and took out my textbooks in case he actually wanted to study.

I realized I haven't eaten all day, so I decide to make some mac and cheese.
I started boiling the water before adding the pasta and waited until the pasta was fully cooked. Then I took the cheese packet that came in the box and emptied the water from the pot, and added cheese to the leftover mixture.
I took a bite, and realized that this mac and cheese was hella fine.

I heard a knock on the door before I set down my plate of mac and opened the door. Harry stood there in a tshirt and jeans, leaning against the doorframe.
"Come in." I ushered him in, closing the door once he entered.
I crossed my arms over my chest as he gave me a confused look.

"What?" He asks, shaking his curls.

"Why are you here?" I snapped.

"What do you mean?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Harry, this isn't going to happen everytime you and your bitch girlfriend fight. You're not just going to come here. You're here to tutor me and thats it. Nothing else." I snapped at him.

He looked hurt, confused and sad all at the same time. I was never really good at reading peoples emotions, especially Harry's.

"Fine. Okay. Get out your textbook." He snapped back, sitting down on my couch.
I walked upstairs, walking over to my bed and grabbing my textbook. I looked at myself in the mirror before rolling my eyes and walking back downstairs.

I go over to the couch and nobody is there.
Of course.