The Story Of Harry Styles

8

It's a Monday and morning and I'm sitting at my dresser about how I will get through the day. "You can do this." I whisper to myself as I put my hair in a side braid and grab my phone. I walk downstairs and our the door, into my car.

Harry was nothing ever to you, Kaitlyn you did this on yourself. You wouldn't have kissed him if you would have minded your own buisness. But what about Louis. Would he have still came and told me what he told me.

All of these thoughts cross my mind as I pull into hell whole. I exit my vehicle and look at my phone, seeing I have missed call from Niall. Shit! I ditched him!
I quickly dial his number and walk into the school.

N/ hello?
K/ Hey! I'm so sorry I ditched you saturday.

I open my locker and quickly grab my notebook. Propping the phone against my cheek and shoulder.

N/ Oh it's cool! When are you free?
K/ Actually today. After school?
N/See you then, love.
K/ Byeeeeee

I grab my phone and hang up the call and shove it in my back pocket, shutting my locker. I turn around to walk to class but a body soon gets in front of me.

"Hey." I hear his voice and look up to the blue eyes. "Louis." I smile.

"Hey! So I was wondering if you want to hang out?" He asks fixing his shirt. "I actually have plans." I show an apologetic look onto my face.

"It's cool, maybe some other time." He smiles and I return. "Can I have your number?" He asks and holds out his phone.

I grab the phone into my hands and quickly type the 6 digits. "There you go!" I smile and hand him his phone back.

"Thanks." He says and walks off.

I look at my feet smiling at back up to see Harry. He's standing in the familiar corner. Looking at me. With a glare. I pull away from his contact and walk to first period.
I enter my first class and sit in my usual seat and pull out my notebook.

"Okay class, Today we're gonna learn a special lesson." She says pulls out a 20 dollar bill. "How many of you guys want this?" She waves it up in the air and I see hands go up.

"Well what if I do this." She crumbles it up. "Still?" She asks and only half reply with a yes.

She then takes the money and rips it into little pieces. "What about now?" She asks and nobody answers.

"See this people. This 20 dollar bill, could be a person. A person who was once a bright 20 dollar bill that everyone wanted, But over the years it got crumbled and People still wanted it but only less people, Now that I have ripped it up." She lays the pieces on the desk. "Nobody wants it."

"How do you think someone feels when they were once everything but now there nothing because one mistake is all it took and now nobody wants them. Think about it? One person could try to help you and you have the choice to let them. The only question I have to ask is... Would you let the person help you?" She says and sits on her desk.

I look at my paper and try to concentrate on the lesson, this whole lesson was Harry.

I look at the back of the class and see his green eyes connect with my brown ones.

Something happen to Harry, I was the person trying to help, But he isn't answering the final question. Is he gonna let me help?

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