Finding my own
I guess you could say I created my own demise; I didn't really leave anything up to fate. I was always the girl who would make my dreams happen, not sit around and wait for them to become real. While chasing for my dream along came some trouble, Trouble that went by the name of... Harry.
I was afraid of it, of him. He had a reputation. He always had a girl on his arm. He was the king of our high school. He had a reputation of spreading all his "love" around; to put it frankly, he was a whore. Despite the allegations and crap that spread about him, girls were still falling at his feet. I was never one of them though. He wasn't my type anyways, with his tight skinny jeans, brown matted hair, brand name t-shirts, and brown suede boots. I was more entertained with the jocks. But that's beside the point.
It all started my freshmen year in music class to be exact. We were assigned a week long project to write a song. And lucky me I got stuck with the one and only Harry as my partner, a whole freaking 7 days with that bastard.
When I heard our teacher Mr. Hanson say our names together I about screamed my head off. Mine and Harry's Eyes locked, he pulled his classic wink and dimpled smile and that was it. He knew my blood would be boiling from getting paired with him. He knew that I didn't like him. In fact the whole school knew I hated his guts. Mr. Hanson told us to get with our partners and exchange information so we could work on the project. Once Harry walked to my desk I handed him my phone to plug his number in. He threw me my phone back as the bell rang. I looked through it and realized he put his number in but as his name he didn't put Harry, he put "Sexy Beast". I scoffed. I promised myself no matter how much it physically and mentally hurt me I would text him tonight so we could get this project done as quickly as possible
The school day went by quickly. I texted Harry while I was on the bus home and told him to come round my house at six, that way we could start brainstorming for this project. I was never one to procrastinate.
I got home did my homework, took a short nap, and made myself supper. Before I knew it, six came around, and Harry was due any second. I heard a knock at the door and scrambled to look decent. Then I thought to myself "why the hell am I doing this? I really do not need to impress him of all people." I opened the door and he stood there, smirking.
"Well are you going to come in then or just stand there like an idiot?" I smirked now proud of myself as I watched his jaw drop.
"Let's just get this over with Megan, I know you don't want me here and I sure as hell don't want to be here." He said as he walked into my home, sat down on the couch, and put his feet on my table. I immediately shoved his feet off and told him to follow me into my room where I had my guitar, microphone, and my cajon. You would think it would be pretty easy to write a song, well you're wrong. You might be write but this is the hardest thing I have ever done because harry is so incompatible. We cannot even agree on a damn topic, I say love, he says hate. I say happiness, he says darkness. I say boys, he says girls. He literally just will not comply. Finally we agree to do a song about loving and hating someone at the same time.
"That's kind of hard to write about though; I mean I've never loved someone and hated someone at the same time." I explained.
"Well you hate me right?" Harry asked, I shook my head yes, I mean I wasn't going to deny something that was true. "Well then I'll just have to make you love me as well."
I scoffed "Yeah good luck with that Harold."
Harry then sat on the bed next to me and slowly started moving closer, his hand rising up to tuck a piece of my hair that had fallen out of place, behind my ear. Before he could touch me though I grabbed his hand and threw it away and back on to his lap.
