Friends with Styles *On Hold*

chapter 4

I had been sitting on my bed, eating cookies and ice cream, for the past hour.

I had been thinking of Harry.

It had been a year since he left, and now he was already going on tour. We hadn't talked in a month; we'd already broken our promise.

When One Direction was formed, that's when it all started going downhill. We stopped calling each other as much, and we skyped less and less. Then, even the texting went down. Don't get me wrong, I had nothing against One Direction; they're amazing. It's just I wanted my best friend back. I let out a frustrated sigh as I grabbed my phone once again. I dialled his number, and it went straight to voice mail.

"Hi, Harry; it's Val. I just wanted to see how you're doing... Call me back when you get a chance, okay?" I said glumly.

That had to be the seventh time I had called. We were breaking apart faster than we knew it. And the sad part was, I only had one other friend. While Harry's off with his four new best mates, I was just something of the past. I stabbed my ice cream with my spoon and angrily shoved it in my mouth. Who needed him? I could go and make new friends!

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*Beep beep beep*

I slammed my hand on the alarm to switch it off, and got up. This was just going to be a great day, I could tell. Note the sarcasm. I grabbed my striped t-shirt, my red skirt, and my red flats (outfit on side) and I walked to the bathroom. When I wandered down the hall toward the bathroom I saw Stephanie coming out of her room, and it's so close to the bathroom that I ran as fast as I could. I made it in just before she did.

"You better hurry up, or else..." she said, mischievously.

"Or else what?" I retorted bravely.

"You don't want to know," she snarled into the door.

I just turned around and did what I had to do. When I was done showering, and doing my hair and makeup, I walked out the door, while Stephanie went in and slammed the door shut. I walked down the stairs and saw my mum sitting at the kitchen table.

"Morning!" I said, trying to sound happy.

"Good morning, how did you sleep?" My mum asked.

"Not so well..." I mumbled, starting to feel down again.

"Harry?" my mum inquired.

"You guessed it," I said, grabbing my French toast out of the microwave when it beeped.

I sat down in front of my mum and began to eat my breakfast. When I was done, I said bye to my mum and dad, and raced out the door. I looked around, expecting to see Harry waiting for me, but then I remembered that wasn't here anymore. I still couldn't get over the fact that he'd gone.

When I got to school, the Popular started walking toward me, along with the leader of the group, Cleo Million. Her last name fits her perfectly: she was so rich that she could fill a ten feet pool with money; so I had heard.

"Hi Valentina! You want to come sit with us at lunch?" she asked me.

Over the past year, everyone has been trying to use me to get to Harry, and I had had enough of it.

"Nice try; but no. And plus, who would want to sit at a table full of air-headed snobs?" I sassed.

They all had shocked looks on their faces, so before they could get angry I swayed off to my locker. When I got there I saw my friend Ivy. I guess you could call her my best friend, but Harry is my best-best friend so, he is higher than her. Ivy is really sweet and caring, she has flaming red hair, and green eyes like Harry and me.

"Hey Ivy!" I greeted while grabbing my stuff.

"Hi Tina!" Ivy said back. She had called me Tina since we were small.

We walked to class and talked about nonsense. The day kept going faster and faster, to the time I dreaded most: lunch.

I was going to have to go past Cloe and her pack. I really shouldn't have said anything.

I walked out of class and turned right toward the lunch room. Ivy turned left, because she needed to do something before lunch. I walked down the hall. It was silent, with only my feet making noise; no one was there except for me. I continued walking and heard some footsteps, so I started to hurry. But the faster I walked, the faster the footsteps came. I turned around, and I know, how stupid of me; but I did, and I saw them.

Cleo; and her group of air heads.

"Look who we have here! Little Miss Sassy Pants!" she said, grinning evilly.

Her 'friends', more like followers, started laughing, then stopped suddenly as Cleo approached me. I needed to run and get out of there. I started looking around frantically for an escape.

"You don't have a smart comment now, do you Monroe?" she said, getting closer with each word.

When she was about an inch away from me she shoved me into the lockers, and I screamed out in pain. She shoved me again, then started to kick, punch, and slap me. Soon the rest joined in. After a while they stopped, and I was in so much pain. I slumped to the office and got permission to go home.

When I finally got there I only saw one car, and it didn't look familiar, so I carefully walked to the door. When I opened it, I saw the devil himself.

Harry.