My Little Star (Fetus Harry Styles)

Chapter 15

The bell rings indicating that it's time for lunch. Harry curses under his breath and gives his head a sharp turn to face me, "Pass me the scissors?" he doesn't look me in the eyes just in my general direction.

"Sure." I slowly approach him with the scissors and just as I'm about hand them to him Stephanie takes them from me and cuts him loose.

He massages his wrist, "ah, thanks babe."

Babe?

In the lunchroom I sit alone, not knowing anyone. Until I'm joined by a familiar face.

"Finally made your way to Holmes Chapel?" I turn to se Jack sat beside me.

"Jack! I'm so glad to see you gosh I'm even lonelier here than I was at my old school."

"That's understandable since you're in a different country, so you go here now?"

"Not really, I'm just visiting with the art class from Hammond."

"Ahh, I see. You know it's kind of funny how such a large school doesn't have an extra room for a small art class."

"Yeah I don't think the rest of the school takes art very seriously."

"So did you find what you were looking for?" he nods towards Harry and his rather large group of friends.

"Not exactly. He doesn't even recognize me."

"How could you not recognize a girl with pink hair and combat boots?"

"Actually the truth is back when I was dating Harry I didn't have pink highlights, I had blonde and I didn't wear combat boots I wore flats and sneakers, not to mention that I didn't wear any makeup."

"Woah, that's hard to imagine. Then I can see why he doesn't recognize you."

"You're right! I should tell him," I say standing up before he jerks my arm pulling me back down to my seat.

"Don't make any hasty decisions. Get to know him first for who he really is, then if you see the boy you saw before go back to him."

"And if I don't?"

"Then it'll be much easier to walk away as someone you're not."

Getting to know Harry wasn't the easiest task, it's been a week and I still have yet to talk to the boy. Him and Stephanie are an item so even talking to Harry would be like poking Godzilla with a stick.

In art class Stephanie was telling all the girls how Harry had kissed her at her halloween party and how dominant he was. She talked about how she dumped him right after for Sean Wills, I felt like I was going to puke right then and there.

"Mr. Vineyard?" I raise my hand.

"Yes, Eddie?"

"May I see the nurse? I'm not feeling very well."

"Uh go ahead I'll send someone with a note."

I walk for about a minute down the hall, thinking about what Stephanie had said about dumping Harry. I wondered if I would see him changed again like how he was when I once broke up with him. I soon realize that I don't know where the nurse's office is. I could go back and ask but I rather not embarrass myself anymore.

"You lost, America?"

I turn around to see Harry with a grim little smirk on his face and his arms crossed. Did he just call me America?

"Kind of. Could you point me towards the nurse's office?" I ask.

"The nurse? To be honest with you, it'd be better to go vomit in the toilets than go to her," he laughs.

"How do you know I have to vomit?"

"I could tell by your facial expression as you walked out of the art room."

Crud. He's been watching me murmur to myself since I left the room.

"But if you want to take your chances the nurse is down the hall on the right."

"Thanks."

Stephanie stands behind me with her arms crossed and hands me the teachers note for the nurse, giving Harry and I both an equally dirty look. Harry ignores her presence.

"I'll see you around, America. By the way, nice hair," he winks.