It is now day 2 of getting to know the story behind Harry.
Right now, I am sitting in my second period class and she is going over the atmosphere. Class is really boring nowadays. Nothing special every goes on and I'm pretty sure! NO ONE! is paying attention. But she will keep talking like they are.
Harry is sitting in the corner, on the other side of the class room, looking out the window. I don't understand why he got upset real fast. He just got up and left.
I look back at my pencil on my desk and start to doodle on a random sheet of paper.
"Okay Class! Have a great weekend!" Mrs. Robbins says and we all exit the class. I walk up to my locker and shove all my things into my locker and look over at the corner that I saw Harry with Louis yesterday.
He is in the same spot with the same person. I look away before we meet contact again and him end up leaving. I casually look through my notebook, until the warning bell rings.
I shut my locker and start to walk past Harry and his friend. But a hand stops me and pulls me into a closet.
"You know. I'm not even gonna scream because honestly. I don't care." I say and turn around and flick on the light.
I jump back a little at the sight of Harry standing in front of me.
"Um Hello?" I smile nervously and back up to the other side of the wall.
"Your following me? Why?" He asks, anger being shown in his attitude. "I-I am not following you." I stutter trying to get the simple sentence out.
"BULLSHIT" He yells."Everyday you look at me and Louis talking! WHY?" He yells even louder. I'm a little taken back by his anger, but him yelling at me. Makes me boil with anger.
"FIRST OFF!" I yell. "JUST BECAUSE I SEE YOU DOESN'T MEAN SHIT!! SECOND OFF, YOU USE TO BE THE SWEETEST GUY! MY SOPHOMORE YEAR, EVEN THOUGH YOU WOULD NOT TALK TO ME! I STILL LIKED YOU AND NOW YOU HAVE CAME AND DRESSED IN BLACK AND YOUR SCARING EVERYONE! WHAT THE HELL HAPPEN!" I stomp my foot to the ground proudly, I just let all my anger out.
He looks up at me and his green eyes suddenly turn a grayish color. "You don't fucking yell at me!" He says coming closer to me. His hand grabs my upper arm and pushes to the wall. "Harry." I say wincing in pain. "Stop, your hurting me." I feel a tear slide my cheek.
He lets me go and I come up to touch the bruise that will be formed on my arm. "What's wrong with you." I cry. He looks at me with apologetic eyes and walks out the door.
Something has seriously happen to Harry Styles. No matter the pain, I will find out what happen to him. I. can see the old him, in that psycho body of his. I will find out.
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The Story Of Harry Styles
Short StoryHarry Styles is the kid that doesn't want to be around anyone. Everyone is scared of him. But a girl named Kaitlyn. Her goal is to get to know him. Join her on her journey to find out the story of Harry Styles.
