unexpected || h.s

0.5

Monday was all a blur. I woke up twenty minutes late and didn't have time to do all I needed to. I slipped on a pair of black skinny jeans and a pink t-shirt. I wore a grey sweatshirt on top of it and my combat boots. I washed my hair and wore it down with some hair spray and a stripped head wrap. My mom was at work by the time a left and I grabbed an apple because I didn't have time to eat breakfast.

I walk outside and lock the door behind me. I look around for Harry but then realize that it's late and he's obviously not going to be around. I walk faster than usual and the sun is surprisingly brighter than it has been all summer. I get there with two minutes to my first class and take a bite into my red fruit. I hear Harry call my name and I turn around but ignore him as the bell rings and I walk into class.

"Good morning students! I hope you all studied for your quiz," called Mrs. Han.

Thankfully, I studied. I may have been caught up with Niall this weekend, but I will never let a boy get in the way of my studies. I'm not and will not be one of the girls who gets a boyfriend and then changes completely. Well, Niall isn't my boyfriend but still. I have always been an A-B occasional C student and I will not be getting into NYU with crap grades.

Mrs. Han passes out the quiz and I'm one of the first ten people who finishes. I flip over my quiz to expose a white clear back and lay my head down between my crossed arms. I think about Niall and our date. I wonder if he liked it as much as I did. I really would like to go out with him again. Until Saturday, I never really took in his features. His eyes a perfect blue crystal shade. His blonde hair is soft and always perfectly fixed. His smile can light up a room. His hands are surprisingly big but softer than I thought they'd be. I hope we can go out again. I had really nice time and I hope he did too.

I look around the room and then the clock sitting above the mahogany door. We had ten minutes left of class so I put my head down on my desk and tucked my arms over it. The bell rang and class was over. Next class was health and Harry and I had that together so I would be able to apologize to him for ignoring and catch up on the daily gossip. I walk over to the classroom next door and sit while waiting for Harry to arrive. He comes into class and his black leather jacket covers his white shirt which seems to be all dirty and his hair is scattered all over his face. His lip his is cut and his left eye is partly swollen and has turned a light shade of purple. Gasps and screams are spread around the room while Harry takes his seat.

"Do you fucking want something?" He asks me as I continue to stare at him.

"Woah, what happened to you?" I ask quietly and softly trying to not upset more than he already is.

"I don't fucking know maybe you should check your phone time to time, all you seem to do is fucking study like the good girl you are," he's practically yelling but still manages to keep a sane tone. Where the hell is our teacher, class starts in less than 2 minutes.

"Okay, I don't understand why you're such in a pissy mood. What happened? Why are you --"

He cuts me off mid sentence by raising one finger up to silence me and then rubs his temples.

"I'd really appreciate it if you didn't fucking talk for five minutes, thanks."

"Okay then." I really want to know what happened but if he's not going to be cooperative and talk to me then I won't talk to him.

The day goes by faster than I thought and Harry gets sent to the office after lunch. I heard something about his girlfriend making out with some jock behind the quad. I don't know the whole story but that's all I've heard. I walk home quietly and plug my headphones into my phone. I press the home button and it comes back to life. I skim through my music and finally play a song that matches with the unfortunate turn of events that have occurred today. I go to my messages and look at the ones Harry had sent. Four unread messages that read: