My Little Star (Fetus Harry Styles)

Chapter 18

After Harry passed out we took him home. On our way home I noticed how the alcohol had completely changed everyone. Samone has never seemed this happy. Avril keeps screaming song lyrics and acting like she's playing an invisible piano. I had to make sure that Georgia kept her hoodie on because while we were in the bar she kept removing it and only has a bra underneath. She threatened that if I don't let her keep it off she's take off her pants as well, which Travis didn't seem to have a problem with. Travis has gotten really aggressive. He started yelling at Samone, saying that she shouldn't be helping carry Harry because he's afraid she'll run away with him.

The only one who seems to be unaffected by the beer is Jason. He just walks behind Travis and I, still taking sips from his red cup. We have to very careful not to wake Ms. Anne when we take Harry up to his room because I doubt any mother would want to see their son drunk and passed out.

"Who's there?" We hear a voice coming from around the corner.

"Travis! Is that you?" She continues to speak in a very hushed and angry tone, as if she's trying to quietly yell.

"Dammit," whispers Travis.

"Oh my god." Gemma comes out from around the corner with her hand on her chest. "What happened?!"

"He's just out," shrugs Travis.

"Again?" She moans and takes Harry in her arms. "Listen guys, this is the last time I cover for you. If I find my brother like this again I'll have no choice but to tell your parents."

"Relax, babe," says Travis putting his hand on her shoulder.

"Travis, you're drunk." She removes his hand.

"Yeah but even if I weren't." He tried winking at her but fails and ends up squinting instead.

"Ugh," she pushes us out and says, "Stay out of trouble and don't tell Harry that I let you walk home alone. That boy can be as much of a pain in the arse as he can be a little-"

"Gentleman," I mumble.

"Yeah..." she doesn't take her eyes off me until the door is completely shut.

It feels nice to take off my sneakers, put on my fuzzy pj's, and slip on my slippers. I get up to get a bottle of water when I notice that Stephanie isn't in her bed. I'm too tired to care where she is anyway.

I hear a knock on my door and open it to see my dorm counselor, Alexandra who happens to take up the entire door way.

"Where were you?" She asks, with her arms crossed and face red.

"I was in the showers." I stick to the plan I made with Stephanie.

"No you weren't." I'm just tall enough to see Stephanie smirking behind Alexandra's shoulder.

"I can't believe you." I'm just about ready to reach behind Alexandria and slap her across the face.

"We need to see you down at the office. Right now."

I follow Alexandria down to the office and sit in front of the dean's desk, waiting for my punishment.

"What's the problem here?" The Dean wipes her glasses on a handkerchief and places them at the tip of her long, powdered nose.

"Eddie was out, off campus way after her curfew and didn't tell anyone she was leaving."

"She snuck out?" The dean glares down at me without moving her head.

"Yes ma'am. She just got back not half an hour ago."

"My word! It's 2:04am! Where were you and... and... what is that terrible stench?"

"Smells like alcohol if you ask me," says Alexandria, flipping her short blonde hair.

"I was just out with some friends." I'm not really helping myself out of the alcohol case.

"Well that explains the smell," says the dean. "Which friends? Wasn't anyone from Hammond was it?"

I rather not get Samone and Jason I'm trouble for accompanying me. "No, ma'am. Nobody from Hammond."

"Then who? I need names or I'll have to make a police report."

"No, please don't do that," I beg.

"Then out with it child. Names and ages."

"I don't know all the last names but there's Avril, Travis, and Harry."

"Harry?" She asks.

"Harry Styles."

"That explains it," she says, looking back up at Alexandria.

"We're not having anymore heartbroken, emotional wrecks attending Hammond."

"What do you mean?"

"That Harry Styles of yours. I remember him. He went here in year 6 and 7 then went to America for a year and came back no different."

"He went here?"

"Yes, I had never seen so many heartbroken girls, as he hopped from one to the next, leaving each a wreck."

"I remember those years. It was tiring on all of the girls' dorm advisers," says Alexandria.

"Back to what I was saying. Edith Natalia Nolle," she reads from papers, "after acting with great disobedience towards two of our most major rules I'm left with no choice but to expel you from Hammond."

"Expel me? Isn't that a bit far?"

"Listen, we have people lining up to attend this school. Tis' an honor to be a Hammond student, we don't have time for people like you when we could have the next Shakespeare fill your place. So just as we did with Mr. Styles, we're dismissing you from studying here any longer. Have your things ready to go in the morning."

"Yes ma'am." I look down at my thumbs, barely being able to see passed my tears.

"And by the way," says the dean.

"Yes?"

"Have fun at Holmes Chapel Contemporary."