Part 5

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Tuesday morning, my alarm goes off at ten to six which makes me groan knowing that I would have to wake up for college. I turn my alarm off, get up and hop in the shower for a good fifteen minutes, once got out I dried myself off and started doing my makeup. The bruise on my face has almost gone but I still need a good amount of makeup to cover it, when I am done I grab my favourite burgundy jumper and put it on along with a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and my black boots. Before I leave I have some cereal to keep me going until lunch, when I am finished I grab my leather jacket and plain black rucksack which has my college books in, lock the door behind me and pop my earphones in for the walk and the bus journey.

I hate waking up early, but I quite enjoy college. Like work, it is an escape from the horror house, at college I get to play the piano and sing whilst creating my own music, I think it is my favourite part of going to college. I can just book a room to myself and have the peace and quiet that I deserve and that's what I did as soon as I got here.

I haven't heard anything from Harry since yesterday and I don't think I will text him, I just don't know what to say to him, I feel bad that I snapped at him but at the same time its none of his business since I don't really know him. I realised that I had distracted myself from my work, so I got back to playing the next line of my piece as I did my two best friends popped their heads through the door asking if it was okay to join, I nodded and they came in.

They asked how my birthday was after they left me and I told them everything, that my parents had forgotten and that my dad hit me again. They were the only two I told about these things but they don't know about the more personal side of it, I also told them that I didn't get the bus and that a guy from a famous band dropped me home. Of course they didn't believe me but when I told them it was Harry Styles they got excited and asked me all about it and I told them everything, about how nice he was and how he wanted me to meet him the next day and that he came to my work, but I had scared him away after I told him to mind his business. My friends were more into their pop bands than I so they knew all about him and wanted to meet him, but I had to tell them that I wasn't ready to see him again after being so rude to him. Just after I said that he rang my phone, the girls started screaming but I didn't know whether to answer it or not. Unfortunately, I had no choice, Lily-Mae answered it and held it to my ear.

"Summer, it's Harry. Look I just want to apologise for yesterday, whatever happened it's not my business, but I want to get to know you and become friends. So what do you say to dinner tonight." He sounded so sincere, the girls were nodding their heads so much I thought they would fall off. I agreed as long as Lilly-Mae and Katlyn could come and meet him afterwards because they seemed to be massive fans and I didn't even know. He chuckled and agreed as long as he got to see me again, to which I blushed. The girls wouldn't stop gushing and laughing at me for blushing, of course there were many questions and they asked me if I liked him, I had to think about that one because I wasn't sure. I mean he is a lovely guy and he seemed really caring and he is so attractive, but I have literally just met him and I don't know who he is, the whole world knows because of the internet but I don't want to find out who he is through the internet, it could be a load of lies.

When lunch is over I head to the theatre for my drama class, I also love drama, for my hour lesson I get to step out of my own shoes and into the shoes of someone with adventure or someone who is happy and in love. I have a monologue to work on for my final assessment so I do some warmup exercises in the group and find my own space to rehearse. Half way through the lesson my teacher watches me and gives me feedback, which in my opinion was really good with a couple of suggestions. After class Harry messaged me saying he would pick me up where he dropped me off on Sunday at six.

When I got home I went straight to my room and looked for something to wear, I had no idea whether it was formal or casual which was stressing me out. Eventually I decided to stay in the clothes I was wearing otherwise my parents would be suspicious to where I was going, I had told them I was studying with Lily-Mae and her parents confirmed it as she told them we were going to the library to study. The girls live on the other side of town so I told them that as soon as I arrived to wherever we were having dinner, I would text them the address and they would meet us when dinner was over. Before I leave I top up my make-up making sure I look cute, I spray some of my favourite Michael Kors perfume that I saved up for and use sparingly and then I put on my leather jacket and chunky scarf. As I leave I don't say goodbye to my parents, I just grab my keys and pop them into my bag and start walking to the road five minutes from my house.

When I turned down the road I could see Harry sat on his phone waiting in his range rover with his parking lights on. I text him before I get to the car to let him know I'm almost there, I feel slightly awkward just going directly up to his car and getting in. Luckily when I was about two metres away Harry got out of the car, he was wearing black ripped skinny jeans with a pair of Chelsea boots and a burgundy knitted jumper. I felt so awkward, we were practically wearing the same outfit, I was cringing on the inside hoping that when we were out that people wouldn't think we planned it. "Hey, we're matching." I said awkwardly.

"Hi, I guess we are." He laughed it off and walked around to the passenger door, opening it for me. I was just happy because he was dressed as casually as I was.

"You're such a gentleman, aren't you?" He grinned as I got into his car, doing my seatbelt as he closed the door and walked around to the driver's seat. "I try my best, especially when I am around such a pretty girl." He started the car and we exchanged polite conversation as he drove us towards the town centre. 

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