bully (harry styles)

fifteen

The drive back to my house took forever, traffic was heavy, cars were piling up on each other one by one. I despise driving  in traffic, especially when it's twenty degrees outside, but the feel is negative 5. I hated the cold, and I always will. I told myself I should probably move somewhere in Florida, or California where the temperature is always hot or either humid all the time.

I finally reached my destination, parking in my long brick, driveway before grabbing my backpack from my front seat. I looked up towards my door, only to see my mother looking out the window next to it, with a frown plastered on her face. I mentally smacked myself in the head, forgetting that she was finally back home. 

I looked towards her direction and rolled my eyes, giving it a more dramatic  knowing she would be throwing questions at me as soon as I walked in that door. She would let me have it if she knew I skipped school, but I was already caught. She knew what I was up to. My mother flicked her head to the side, signaling to come in the house. Probably to give me an hour lecture on everything but the actual reason why I'm getting lectured on to begin with. That's the definition of parents for ya.

I took a step inside the house, a scent of cinnamon overwhelming my senses. When I looked towards the coffee table in the living room, there were two candles stuck next to each other, lit up, filling the whole room with a cinnamon scent.

''What are you doing home so early?" My mother got straight to the point, she wasted no time making small talk. 

''Uh...'' I paused, trying to make up a good excuse in my head. Why didn't I think this through? I was such an idiot, I knew my mother was back home but I momentarily forgot because of Isabella.

I decided to go with being blunt. ''I left school after Science,'' I tried not to feel guilty about the whole situation.

''And why was that? Were those girls picking on you again?" Her voice was off, her voice sounded hoarse.

''No, mother. I left early with Isabella.'' She gasped, her hand covering her mouth. I told her multiple times about Isabella, when she was being a complete bitch towards me and everyone else. How she constantly picked on me, made either fun of my clothes, hair, etc. I didn't really care for her though, until now. I wonder what made her change her mind so quickly to become a different person.

''Are you nuts?! After what she has put you through? What, are you best buddies now?'' She spat in disgust, I took a step back in surprise. This wasn't my mother, where the hell was she? Where was my mother that sat on the couch, sipping on her tea and reading a different book everyday, greeting me with the biggest smile on her lips.

''Who are you and what have you done with my mother?" I spat back, now it was her turn to look shocked. What was going on with her?

''Do you really not know?" My mother frowned, it looked like she was about to break down any second.

''Know what? Mom, what the heck are you talking about?''

''Go over to your little boyfriends house, talk with him then you'll see. After that, I don't ever want you speaking to him again. Him nor Elvis.'' She scoffed, strutting into the kitchen. I followed her every step, confused as hell.  It was obviously Harry's fault whatever he did, but it was probably a mistake. Right?

''Did something happen between you and Elvis?'' I couldn't take it anymore, the curosity was eating away at me. She needed to tell me what was going on or I was going to lose it. I wasn't the most patient person and she knew that.

''Not exactly, but we're not together anymore.'' She leaned over the sink, washing her hands. Her back was towards me, she didn't look at me once during our whole conversation. How did we get from me skipping school to this? To say I was a little confused was an understatement. I was beyond that, I had no idea what was going on. I was about to dart over to Harry's house and demand what the hell was going on but I realized he was still at school. Damn it.

''Is Elvis at the house?"

''No, he told me before he left to go to work.'' My mother's words were sharp and quick. Whatever happened, she was beyond pissed. So pissed that she didn't want to see Elvis anymore, despite all of the date's they had together, the happy times. It was Harry's fault, and she wanted me to find out directly from the person that did the damage. I looked up at the clock, it was 2:00 now. That meant in ten minutes, Harry would be coming back home. Sitting on his porch, waiting for me to come back home.

I had no idea what was going to happen next, but I knew it wasn't going to be good.

(A/N: Hi guys, sorry for the late and short update, I've been sick lately so I haven't really been on the computer.  but trust me next update will be long and filled with a lot of drama.)