Fat girl worries

Chapter Three

Harry's P.O.V

I was fuming as I moved up the stairs and banged on her door. I heard her bed squeak and the she cursed, opening the door.

   "What is your problem?" I asked and pushed past her into the room. "Why do you have to be such a bitch!" I added, "My friends went on and on about the fat girl almost beating me up!" I was so mad that I turned around and kicked her bed. "Hey! My bed didn't do anything to you!" She yelled back, of course she was defending her bed. "My god! Why do you have to be so childish!" I got right up in her face, she's gorgeous. "Why did you make fun of Louis for being gay if your mom is gay!" She shot back. "Shut up! Just shut up!" She was pissing me off even more, if she was a guy I would've punched her. "If you ever say that to anyone or mention that we know each other I will ruin your live." I growled at her. She blinked a few times.

I was taken aback by the fact that she didn't say anything to defend herself. My face was inches from hers and her eyes were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, my hands were clenched by my sides and my breathing increased. "So shut your fat cunt mouth and just fuck off." She stepped back and blinked, a tear rolled down her cheek, she turned her face away from me so I couldn't see it. But I did. I instantly felt bad and I wanted to apologise more than anything else, but it was better if she hated me.

      I stormed out of her room and into mine, I heard her close the door softly. "Fuck." I whispered as I fell down onto my bed. Why was I such a dick to her when I obviously fancied her. I threw my pillow on the floor and sighed, rubbing my eyes with the palm of my hands. It's only been two weeks and I already have a huge crush on her, but obviously  I can't have a crush on her because of the situation we're in, what if our mom's marry?

I cringed at the idea, not that I'm against gay marriage, it's just all of my friends are and I don't think I can stand the humiliation if they had to find out.

"She was pretty hot." Zayn said and punched my shoulder, "For a fat chick." Zayn's words played over in my head and I remember the urge to punch him. She's not even FAT, sure she wasn't your average size girl, but she's not obese or something.

"So shut your fat cunt mouth and just fuck off." I grunted and grabbed my hair, screwing my eyes shut. Why did I say that to her? So she would hate me rather than try to be friends with me? Because I don't think I would be able to be just friends with her, or her brother or whatever. I mean I should be happy right, being with a girl like Cindy? She's beautiful, we're popular, the it couple  at school, everyone wants to be us. But here I am, wanting to be with Skylar.

     My phone buzzed and I sighed, taking it out of my pocket I saw it was Morgan calling. "What?" I answered. "Oh, hi sunshine. We were just wondering if you wanted to get high tonight?" I could hear a lot of people in the background, "Come on dick!" Jason yelled. I rolled my eyes and agreed. Throwing my phone onto my bed I pulled my shirt over my head, searching on my floor for something that doesn't stink. I grabbed the first shirt I could find and pulled it on, heading to the front door.

"And where are you going?" I turned around to see my mom and Lena sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee. "Out to a bonfire with Cindy." I replied dryly. "Take Sky with you, won't you?" Lena asked and my eyes widened. "Not a fuck." My mom slammed her coffee mug on the table, "Harry! Language!" I rolled my eyes and mumbled an apology. "Maybe you should just stay at home!" Mom raised her voice. "I don't want to take her with me!" I raised my voice back. "Then you are not going!" She started to stand up but Lena pulled her arm, "Anne, honey..." She said softly. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. There she was, she didn't look at me at all.

    "See, she's not even dressed!" I exaggerated and motioned to her with both my hands. My mom turned and looked at Skylar, "Honey, would you like to go to a bonfire tonight?" Sky's eyes lit up. "Oh wow, imagine the beautiful pictures I could take-" I cut her off. "No, she can't come." Finally she looked at me, the light in her eyes dimming as she stared. My mom stared at me, her eyes darkening, oh shit, here it comes.

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I can't believe my mom talked me into bringing her. I sat on the couch irritated as I waited with my arms folded across my chest. Finally I could hear her come downstairs. She looked great actually, but I looked away before she could see me staring. "Have fun!" My mom yelled after us. "Fuck off." I mumbled back. I heard Sky try to hide the fact that she was laughing. I stole a glance towards her, when she saw me looking her face straightened.

      I unlocked the car and got in, it was a 1970 dodge charger. Skylar was staring at my car for a few seconds before she got in. "My God I love your car." She beamed and started a rant on how she fell in love with her first classic car. "This is a 1970 model, right?" She shocked me, so I just nodded. She probably realised she was ranting because she apologised and stayed quiet for the rest of the way.