Tip-Toe // H.S.

1.8

Giselles POV

After taking off all my clothes I ran myself a bath and just soaked in it, the water turned a murky purple.

I've gotten everything I wanted and it's only been a week I thought to myself.

Harry is one of the hottest guys in school and he's all mine. I love him and it's only been a week.

At the dinner table my mom knew something was up.

"How was school today?" She asked me as she picked at her food.

"Amazing," I said in a daze.

"Oh yeah? How?" She asked curiously.

I just decided to tell her, obviously my mom was gonna understand and accept that I'm in love.

"Mom, I'm in love! I'm going steady with the cutest boy and he's so nice and sweet and I relate to him he's a dancer just like me an-" I could even finish my sentence without my mom laughing at me.

"In love?! You don't even know what love is Giselle your 16" she told me picking up the dishes off the table.

"Mom! I do know what love is, I've know Harry for a week and I feel something!" I told her from the bottom of my heart.

"Sweetie, I've seen that boy to know he will break your heart," she said as she washed the dishes in the sink.

"I don't believe you! I'm trying to express myself and you don't even care?!" I yelled at her.

"Because your being ignorant" she told me. I rolled my eyes and stomped off.

It's the ninety's for god sake! This is the decade of really fun and amazing shit! And I'm not gonna let my mom ruin it.

The next morning I threw on my overalls and a baggy oversized flannel. I laced up my work boots and stood in front of my mirror.

I started teasing my hair up with a comb, the more I teased the better it looked, I tied half of it up with a scrunchie and left the other half down.

I started doing my makeup when my sister barged in.

"Can I have some lipstick?" She asked me.
"No, your too young for makeup"I told her as I started applying my bright red lipstick on my lips.

"I never get to do anything," she said barging out.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my backpack. I left the house and headed off to school.
When I got there I saw Brandi.
She ran to me.

"Hey! Giselle you look great today, you know love the hair I should really start doing that to mine.

Want to get lunch together today how about-" I cut her off because she was talking super fast.

"Uh not right now, I have to find Harry, have you seen him?" I asked her as I searched through the halls for him.

"Harry! No! I haven't seen Harry at all in fact why don't we go in the other direction" she told me nervously.

"Where's Harry?" I asked her.

"He's uh he's..." she paused.
I ran towards the dance room and pushed the door open.

He was dancing sexually with Brittany.

I crossed my arms and there she was, his back was turned so he couldn't see me and that's when they kissed.

My heart shattered into pieces as she stared at me and I just ran off.

I didn't want anything to do with bad influences like him or her.

"Giselle wait!" I heard him yell. I ran into the girls bathroom and all I could do was sob. I knew he still had feelings for her how could I be such an idiot?

I was so embarrassed, I didn't even want to show my face around here anymore.
When I walked out of the bathroom he was waiting for me.

"Don't talk to me," I said.

"Giselle, she kissed me!" Harry told me.

He grabbed my arm and spun me around.

"That first date was just a first date! How could I be so naive as to actually fall in love with you.

I don't love you! I hate you Harry Styles! Go on and fuck her it's not like you actually loved me anyway, I'm just the new girl around here!" I told him.

His sadness turned into anger.

"That day I met you! I should've just kept walking, your no longer my proms ballerina anymore either.

Your right it was just a first date I should've know better than to fall for a junior" he said walking away.

"Asshole!" I screamed a tear rolling down my cheek.

He got in my face and grabbed my chin softly.
"Be prepared for a nightmare named Styles princess" he said then letting go and walking away. I ran away crying.

How could he. Mom was right, I don't have a clue what love is.