When We Collide (Harry Styles)

Chapter 5

 My night was filled with a restless sleep, crying out in pain and just no sleep at all. I decided after many attempts that I'd just give up and go on Tumblr instead. I talked to mum the night before about not going to school, but after her asking why, I wouldn't tell her. I made up the excuse that I had a lot of homework to catch up on. 

I'd been scrolling through Tumblr for hours before I finally checked my phone. It'd been going off all night signalling that I had a message.

It was from a number I didn't recognise but I could guess who it was.

"Hey, I know you hate me, I'm sorry. I truly am, but I never meant for it to get that bad! I don't expect you to forgive me, but I'm changing, I promise!" 

My anger rose, but I didn't understand why. He was apologising but I wasn't going to forgive him. Not that easily. I decided I'd reply but make it as brief as possible.

"No, I won't forgive you. But thank you."

I didn't get a reply, but considering it was 3am, I wasn't expecting one.

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What Jasmine didn't know was that Harry had been waiting all night for her reply, but after reading the message she sent he gave up. After trying so hard to say sorry and getting her to forgive him, he was over apologising.

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My day at home was pretty uneventful. I stayed in bed all day, on Tumblr or catching up on my missed episodes of The Carrie Diaries.

I knew coming to school the next day would be weird. I decided to get to school earlier than my first day to avoid running into Harry and his 'group'. I was teriffied of them, scared they'd hurt me again. Most of my bruises were gone, apart from the one Harry gave me.

I just wished I knew why, that when you're in highschool we have this idea that we have to be 'cool'. We have to be 'popular'. We have to be so many things that when in reality, they mean nothing outside of highschool. All the years they spent slacking off to seem cool, would cost them a nice job. Now they'd have to work for the people they picked on in high school, to get the status they craved. I just don't get it.

I walked through the gates hoping I'd get a full day at school today. I'd gotten my schedule sent home yesterday so I knew where my classes were today, and right now I was heading to a double period of Maths.

when I walked in, everyone was already there.

"I guess I wasn't as early as I thought" All eyes were directed to me as I stepped in furthur, the teacher looked up at me, recognising who I was.

"Nice to see you finally joined us, Miss Dean. After missing your first and second day I knew you would be eager to come the thrid," The sarcasm was thick in her voice causing the other students to chuckle around me.

"Go take a seat next to... Hm, let's see. Uh, there's a spare seat next to Harry, sit there."

All the breath was squeezed out of me as she mentioned his name, and when I looked where she pointed my thoughts were answered, it was him.

I reuctantly moved over to the empty seat next to him just praying he doesn't talk to me.

"Hey," he whispered to me as I sat down.

Obviously God isn't on my side.

As I got myself ready, I shuffled my seat as far away from his as possible.

"Hi," I refused to look at him, my vision staying purely on the board in front of us.

"You can't hate me forever, you know," I could hear the smug look on his face.

"One can always try."

The class went by quickly and I was glad because sitting next to Harry was the tourture. He didn't try to speak to me, but I knew he was constantly looking over at me. He would watch me for a few seconds before he turned back to his work. Ignoring him was easier than I thought it'd be.

I got up from my seat as soon as the bell went. I was ready to just move away from him, but he seemed to cling to me like a leach.

"Wait, what class do you have next?" His voice rang through my ears, giving me a headache.

I couldn't take it anymore.

"Look, Harry, just stop. I don't want to be your friend, nor do I want to be around you. So do yourself a favour and just leave me alone." I had made that sound a lot harsher than I intended, but by the look on his face, my message was clear.

He nodded and walked in the opposite direction. I had felt a pang in my chest as he walked away. I felt guilty for what I had said but happy he was leaving me alone.

Sorry if it's bad or there's spelling mistakes, I wrote this quickly because I had to go out! Enjoy! Vote and comment please xxx