Fragile Hearts {Harlena love story} ON HOLD.

Chapter three.

Harry's P.O.V.

  "Honey, I thought I told you to behave before you got out of the car today." Mum said causing other kids in the office to snicker at her remark.  

"I did mum, it wasn't me who said that, I promise you that something like that would never come out of my mouth." I pleaded while she stared at me with disappointment written all over her face. Well I'm supposing mum wasn't going to believe me.  

"Mr.Styles, I think that's enough lying for today, go home and don't come back until tomorrow. Thank you Mrs.Style's for coming to pick up your son, have a nice day now." The schools principal spoke to us in a snobby tone. We both nodded at her and exited the school and towards the car.  

While walking towards the car, I spotted that same girl that I had accidentally knocked over sitting alone at a bench with the school's logo printed on it. She seemed to look sad and lonely.   

Maybe she wasn't who I thought to be she was, maybe she was just like me, or maybe she was like the rest of the people in this school. Cold hearted.  

Shaking the thought out of my head, I quickly got into the backseat of my mum's car, by the look on her face she didn't seem so thrilled to be here.  

We drove back home in complete silence, both of us not daring to break the awkwardness. It's pretty ironic how nothing has changed since last year. It was stupid of me to ever think things would eventually start taking a turn for me, but no I'll always be that nerd to everybody. That loser no one ever will love.  

"We're home." Mum stated walking out and up to the porch steps. I walked out and followed her steps, keeping my distance because when she's mad you don't really want to talk to her.  

After opening the door she and I walked in, without saying a word I walked up to my room. Well wasn't this an interesting day? First day of school and I'm already banned today for doing nothing. Well just great, I wanted to meet my chemistry teacher so bad, but now I don't get to because of that idiot today.   

Woops I shouldn't be talking bad about people that way, it's very rude.   

I just hate living here in [Pick some place beside England] it's horrible, I'd rather be back at home in Chesire where all of my family lives, everyone seems to understand me better, unlike everyone here. All they ever do is just insult me and make me feel like the most worthless thing on the face of this earth.  

Hopefully for my 16th birthday mum let's me go to Chesire for a quick visit.   

The door downstairs slammed shut, and that's my cue that Gemma got here. She's pretty mean to me too just like everyone else, one day I just hope she changes and treats me like an actual person which I'll probably die waiting on but it's worth dreaming.   

"Hey dork, why is mum upset? What did you do this time?" Gemma asked from the door frame.   "Well you see someone blamed me for something I didn't do so I'm banned from school just for today and mum seems a bit off..." I trailed off.  

"No shit idiot." She replied.   "Hey! Don't be using that type of language around me ma'am."   

"You're so stupid Harry, you're going to end up dying alone." She snickered before walking away and into her room. Why is that the only things people ever do? Insult me, I'm so used to it that its like I'm immune to it. Except for the cuts on my arms that remind me every time I think about it.   I'm not as strong as I think I am, not with these scars along my arm reminding me how weak and low I stooped to be. It won't happen again though. Dad wouldn't be proud of me if he found out what his son is doing to himself. Heck, he would probably be upset with me.  

That girl from earlier kept flashing through my mind, she seemed a bit cute. Wait Harry Styles liking someone? Well technically I don't like her but she's pretty cute. Yea I think I damaged my brain cells when I fell. Obviously, because now she wouldn't get out of my mind.  

It's like she cast a spell on me. Maybe she's a witch! Nope...I have to stop reading so many fictional stories.  

One thing I also have to stop is constantly talking to myself, it's hard though since no one's ever around to talk to me.  

I looked around my room looking for something to get entertained with, but with no success I grabbed my journal. It's mostly filled up with answers related to school, it's very fun looking through the book.  

I've seen these at least a hundred of times, and I won't get bored of ever staring at them.

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Author's Note: Hey guys it's Esme here :D Just wanted to apologize for this chapter,  it wasn't my best but I'm very tired right now, and updating on my phone so please understand. Hehe to those sexy's that are taking out some time from their day to read this I have to tell you guys something...Marry Me? XD Byeeeeeeee ♡♥♡