I look at myself in the mirror. Black sweater, black makeup, and black pants. Just the way I- "Clare, a school friend is here," my mom calls from downstairs.
A school friend. Oh please. All the school friends I know are the ones who judge your attitude or shove you in the janitor's closet or knock your books out of your hands.
"Clare!" my mom shouts.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," I growl as I stomp down the stairs.
When I come down, I see my mom talking to a person that I have never seen before. It's a guy. He's kinda cute I guess. But not my type. I glare at my mom.
"Sweetie, you better stop wearing black all the time. Make a better appearance," my mom shakes my arm.
I yank my arm away.
"So, you two...talk, and I'll be back in a few hours. I have to help Mammi with her cold."
My mom waves and climbs into her car, then drives away. I shudder. She always does this. My mother always leaves me with a school friend. I don't even know this person.
He looks at me, and shares a small smile. I just look at him. That's all I do. I don't know what to say to him.
"Uh, hi. I'm Harry," the guy says as he extends his arm out for me to shake.
"H-Hi, I'm C-Clare," I reply shakily, I shake his hand.
Harry looks around, "Nice place you have here."
I almost thank him but I stop myself.
"Let's just get this over with. Stuff me in a closet, hit me with a baseball bat, or even humiliate me in public. Just do it," I say starting to cry.
Harry gives me a confused look, a look full of empathy.
"I wasn't going to do any of those things, I was here to...become friends maybe?" he smiles.
Friends? He wants to be friends? With me? I mean, I'm a mess. And he's normal. I can't hang out with him. I don't already like him. He has to be hiding something. But I would give having an actual friend a try.
"Sure, I guess," I stop the tears from flowing.
"Clare."
"Yes?"
"Your mom is right, you should stop wearing a lot of black."
I snort, "Why exactly?"
"Well, because you are a beautiful girl and you should look good in other types of clothing?" Harry laughs.
I blush a little, then laugh along with him.
"Shopping time!"
"Oh no..." I say as he grabs my arm and he drags me to his car.
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"Now that we are done buying clothes for me, can we go home now?" I plead Harry.
"No, we need you to get a makeover!" he replies.
I groan. I didn't know that I had to change that much. I never wanted to. But once again, I will give it a try.
We head to the salon and Harry whispers into the woman's ear. The woman nods and motions me to a chair. I walk over to the chair and sit down.
"You'll look great after this!" the woman says cheerily.
I see Harry smiling in the reflection of the mirror. I smile back. I guess I like this friend. He's very...nice. I've never used the word "nice" before. It feels good to say it as a compliment.
I enjoy this friend.
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"Stop. Harry. Please. Stop!" I say as he tickles me.
"Sorry, it's just that your laugh is so cute," he replies as I blush.
"Your blushing."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"Fine, I am," I smile.
"Why?" Harry smiles back.
"Well, I've never had a friend like you. You're sweet, kind, smart, patient. I just wish people didn't judge others of how they look or act."
"There are only some people in the world who judge others," Harry looks into my eyes, "But I'm not one of those people."
We sit there on my bed, looking at each other. I feel like that we are in another universe. Somewhere away from home. I love this feeling.
Before I knew it, Harry starts leaning in. Then a moment later I started leaning in. We were very close until my mom had to come back from Mammi's.
I run down the stairs and open the door. My mom doesn't appear, only Harry's mom does. He had to leave, I will see him tomorrow. And I'm very excited to see him.
I lay in bed thinking about Harry, of how he is different than others. I thought some more. And I figured out my conclusion to find out that...
I think I like Harry.
~A/N~
Hi! :D. Like the book so far? I just started of course so yeah. I have a bunch of ideas for my next chapter. I will see you in a few! ;)
~Tori~
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Suicidal - A Harry Styles Fan Fic
FanfictionClare was a girl with a judged lifestyle, until she found the solution and the one who makes things worse.