IMPERFECT // H.S.

chapter3

Bella's POV

I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing. It's been buzzing for the past 30 minutes. I finally roll over and find that I have 47 missed calls from my mother and 15 text messages.

I decide to call her back before she has a heart attack, even though I'm beyond mad at both of my parents I care for her too much to let her worry.

"Isabella Lorraine Taylor where the hell are you and where have you been?" my mothers voice comes through the speaker of my phone.

" Mom first of all, after yesterday you can't just call me and cuss at me over the phone. Second of all, how many times must I tell you I'm an adult? And third of all, I'm fine mother." I snap.

"Isabella, don't talk to me that way, adult or not I'm still your mother you need to come home now. We need to talk," she commands and I can hear the anger in her voice.

"Fine I'll be there soon, "  I agree and hang up the phone.

"Thank you so much for letting me come on such short notice," I smile as Josie takes a sip of her coffee.

"No problem, you know I'm always here if you need me," she beams.

"Oh, I'll make sure to return these," I laugh pointing to her clothes that are too small for me. Josie is a petite girl and I barley could fit in her shirts, it's too tight on my breasts. Forgetting the snug clothes, I hug Josie and I'm on my way.

As I walk down the side walk in pajamas for the second time in the last 24 hours, I see a booted foot sticking out if a bush. I walk over to get a closer look and I realize it's the boy from yesterday. I begin to panic as thoughts of the boy being dead play through my mind.

"Hello, are you okay?" I yell shaking him. When I hear him groan I relax as the idea of his non-breathing body exit my thoughts.

"Wha...what?" he huffs sitting up

"Are you okay?" I repeat. I know this boy is rude and obnoxious but I can't stand the thought of me leaving him and finding out he needed help.

"What the hell, where am I?" he groans.

"You're outside of what I'm guessing is your house," I laugh, hoping he won't be too rude to me.

"Why in the bloody hell are you always around? Like I said before you're annoying as fuck," he spits.

"As hell," I laugh.

"What?" He questions

"You said I was annoying as hell before," I tease him, knowing what's coming next.

"See what I mean, annoying...as hell," he saying in a teasing type manner.

"What's your name?" I ask him. This boy may not give a damn about me but he's kinda peaking my curiosity.

"Harry Styles, what's it to you?" He snaps.

"I'm only trying to be nice," I counter. I debate on a snarky comment but I decide against it.

"Im not looking for friends," he growls," but I guess you could tell me your name since you know mine," he agrees.

"Isabella...Isabella Taylor," I smile. At least he's making some effort to be nice to me. I don't know why I care, I just suddenly do.

"Do you only wear pajamas?" He laughs and I roll my eyes.

"No, it's a long story but I really don't have time to tell. I have to go," I say with a wave.

Harry's POV

After finishing my cigarette and sitting in sitting in silence for the next 20 minutes I go to the liquor cabinet and steal one of my dead beat fathers scotch. I seem to only resort to alcohol these days but it's the only thing that can mask the pain on the inside.

"Hello, are you okay?" a voice rings through my ears. Someone is violently shaking me and I feel like I could throw up or punch the shit out of whoever it is. I groan in discomfort.

"Wha...what?" I finally find the strength to say sitting up.

"Are you okay?" the voice repeats. When I look up I see the annoying girl from yesterday. Where am I?

"What the hell, where am I?" I question the brunette haired girl.

"You're outside of what I'm guessing is your house," she laughs and I roll my eyes but she doesn't seem to notice.

"Why the bloody hell are you always around? Like I said before you're annoying as fuck," I spit.

"As hell," she laughs. What the hell is she talking about?

"What?" I question her. She really is annoying the hell out of me.

"You said I was annoying as hell before," she laughs again at her own joke. Haha so funny.

"See you're annoying... as hell," I tease. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm not nice to people, but she seems different than others.

"What's your name?" she questions me. Is she trying to make small talk with me?

"Harry Styles, what's it to you?" I spit trying to sound tough.

"I'm only trying to be nice," the girl counters. And I'm only trying to get you to get the hell out of here.

"I'm not looking for friends," I snap. People say I'm bipolar and I think I'm starting to believe people.
"But I guess you could tell me your name since you know mine," I tell her.

"Isabella...Isabella Taylor," she smiles. Her smile is pretty. Why am I studying her? I'm supposed to not give a damn... I don't. I don't give a damn.. about anyone.

"Do you only wear pajamas?" I tease her again. She rolls her eyes, something she's done at least 40 times since I first trampled her yesterday.

"No, it's a long story but I really don't have time to tell. I have to go," the girl smiles and hurries off.

I can't believe I was just nice to a stranger for the first time in years.

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