Fix you (Harry Styles)

CHAPTER 1

*THE GIRL IN THE PICTURE IS MERCY*

CHAPTER 1

Mercy's POV

I hear my mother knocking on my room's door, trying to wake me up for school like she does almost everyday. I still haven't woken up and she, for the billionth time, steps into my room and shaking me in order to wake me up "You're going to be late again. Your principal will get angry again because of you" she said in an angry tone.

"Jesus Christ Mum! Just give me five more minutes and I'll wake up" I replied, groaning.

"No. You are going to graduate soon and I don't want you to get into trouble. Get up!" She said, pulling the blanket off of me.

"Fine." I said, trying to open my eyes and rubbing them with the back of my hands. "And stop worrying. Nothing will happen mother" I added.

"I'll be in the kitchen. Get ready and come grab something to eat" She said, heading towards my door and didn't even bother to close it.

I have finally gotten up, I've gotten into the shower, brushedy teeth then went back to my room. I put on my shorts and a crop top then slid my feet in my white converse. I straightened my hair and didn't bother to put on make up, other than my infamous red lipstick that I have been using for years.

Only two months left. Two months, and I'll be getting out of this country and flying all the way from Tunisia to England.

As much as I am excited, I'm also quite sad, because, for the first time in my life, I will live on my own, I won't be seeing my family everyday. I'll miss my friends and family. But most of all, I'll moss this country although it has become quite shitty lately.

So I walked towards the kitchen talked to my grandmother and mother for a few minutes, then I grabbed a croissant and walked to the bus station. It has been four years since I have started taking the bus so I would go to my school as it is 35 minutes away from where I live. It's been exhausting. But frankly speaking, I've met a few amazing people though heaps of students there were awfully cruel.

I got on the bus. Shit. Traffic AGAIN.

I kept thinking about my life in Tunisia and what I had to go through to get a scholarship. It's been a great time even though half of my life have been full of drama and grief.

45minutes later, I walked into my classroom, a few minutes late, everyone's eyes in my class gazed at me, I can hear a few giggles and whispers but I got used to them make fun of everyone. I'm over it.

I sat next to my friends. and they kept scolding me for being late again.

As the day went by. I was so tired. I cant wait for this school year to be over next week.