One Direction fan fiction: Harry Styles

Chapter Eleven: You Can't Have it Your Way

 (Michelle’s Point of View)

    I didn’t know how to react. How are you going to not say A WORD to me for about a month, and then come show up and expect me to be greeting you with hugs and kisses? Expect me to be all full of happiness when I see you. When for me, it was the complete opposite, I was full of anger. How are you going to make me feel like I could trust you, and then you completely abandon me? After I told you everything;  things I haven’t even told my best friends.

   “How.. what.. what the..” I said as my jaw dropped. “You don’t seem quite happy, love,” the voice said with worry. HAPPY? You expect me to be HAPPY? If you think I’m going to be happy, sorry to bring rain on your parade, but I wasn’t happy. That’s the last emotion that I had right now. “What the fuck, Styles!” I shouted. “Shhh, you’re too loud!” Harry hushed me as he placed his hand over my mouth. I bit his hand so he would let go. “OUCH!” Harry shouted. “Now who’s loud?” I gave a strong harsh attitude in my tone. “Well, you bit me, how am I supposed to react to that?” Harry laughed. This wasn’t a laughing matter. It was actually serious. I didn’t even know where to start. Like, what the fuck was he doing here? Why’d he let me go without saying good-bye? Why’d he lie to me?

   “Well, you’re not just going to pout over there are you?” Harry smiled at me. No, I’m going to fucking give you a hug, and tell you that you’re godly appearance gave me such star struck that I couldn’t speak. Yes, I’m going to stay here and pout. I ignored his question and walked away. “Wait, what, where-” He began, but stopped talking, and chased after me. He grabbed my wrist and stopped me from walking. “Let go of me Harry,” I demanded. “Why are you being so stubborn?” Harry asked me. I was honestly proud of myself because I was able to act like this. Deep down inside, I just wanted to grab him, and hug him. I just wanted to be held in his arms. I just wanted him to make up for the times that he wasn’t here for me. I just wanted time to stop, and just get held in his arms. But, I couldn’t come off as the weak one.

   “Just, fuck off Styles, okay?” I yelled at him. I guess I was loud enough for the classes to notice me. Because when I looked up at the windows, there were students trampling each other trying to get a good view of us. Some even had their phones out to take pictures. I noticed we were causing to much attention. “Just talk to me, please,” Harry said softly. I glanced at the windows, and more people were surrounding the windows. “Fine, but not here,” I said as I got into his Ferrari.

   The windows were very tinted, so it was hard to see who was inside the car. I felt the cold leather against my thighs, which gave me chills. “Now will you listen?” Harry asked me as he had a tight grip on the steering wheel. “Let’s get out of here first, okay?” I asked him. I just didn’t want to be here. Or anywhere near the school. “Sure, where to?” Harry asked me with a smile on his face. “The airport?” I asked him. I don’t see why Harry’s here.. I mean, Amy just left about maybe thirty minutes ago to go pick up Niall at the Airport. He ignored my question. “Why are you here, and yet the boys haven’t arrived yet?” I asked Harry out of suspicion. “I just left a little earlier than them,” Harry replied as he continued to drive. I noticed the other black car that was parked next to Harry’s car was following us. “Didn’t you guys have a little concert to do this morning?” I asked him. “Well, yeah, but I skipped it, Paul was pretty upset at me, but whatever, I guess,” Harry replied with a serious face on. “I left before the concert started,” Harry said to make things clearer.

   It was awkward during the whole car ride. Every time he asked me to talk to him, I would just ignore him. “What’s going on? I know you’re upset,” Harry asked me while still keeping his eyes on the road. “Nothing,” I mumbled. “I know when you’re upset,” Harry replied to me. This time, he took his eyes off the road. There were cars beeping, and Harry still wouldn’t look at the road. He was looking at me. He didn’t even notice that the road was very busy. “Harry, look at the road!” I demanded. He finally looked, and veered to the right to avoid crashing into a car that was coming. My heart was racing, almost as if it were going to jump out of my body. “WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO DO?! KILL US?!” I shouted at him. “I’m sorry!” Harry apologized. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU EVEN WANT FROM ME?!” I shouted. I didn’t care anymore. I almost had a near death experience all because of him. I didn’t care. I was going to shout and say all the things I wanted to.  “I wanted to see you.. I missed you,” Harry said softly. “MISSED ME? YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW ME!” I shouted with anger. “Michelle, calm down,” Harry told me. MICHELLE? How did he finally figure out who I was?! I mean yeah, I know he would find out eventually since Zayn’s my best friend, and the other boys talk to Crystal, Amy, Jessica, and Maggie. But still, who did he think he was? Not speaking to me for the past month, not saying a word to me, then coming here, acting like I actually would be happy?