Change My Mind (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

(3) Hello, Palace Hills Private Academy

Shiloh

The infuriating and recurring sound of the alarm on my phone clearly explained to my dazed and tired self that it is time to get up and start moving around, get dressed and get my ass to the new school to meet the headmaster. A huge part of me is already dreading this meeting seeing as this meeting is usually accompanied by a parent and today my father made it clear that I will be attending this appointment by myself. I shouldn't be disappointed in his choice, a part of me knew that this was going to happen either way, but I am still a little disappointed. I am in a new country and everything I am experiencing is new to me and probably a little scary. Oh God, now I sound like my mother. I open my eyes and the slight burning sensation reminds me that I did not get as much sleep as I had wanted, nor anticipated. I can only pray that I sound knowledgeable to her satisfaction.

I sit up on my mattress after a moment of deliberation that I should stay in bed and pretend that I am not feeling very well but I know that I am only deceiving myself and hurting my reputation, if I have any so far, that the headmaster has of me. I struggle to stand up on the musty smelling and spring digging mattress that we acquired last night from a discount mattress store before dinner last night. As I stand, the blankets that shielded my body from the cool touch of the morning air slip right down off of my body and pile on top of the mattress in a bunch. A slight and unpleasant groan slips through my partially dried lips and out into the surrounding air. I remain to keep as quiet as I possibly can for the sake of not waking my father up as per his instructions before he stormed off to his room last night to go to bed.

I reach one side of the room, plugging in the pale white lights that I had hung last night trying to make my room seem a bit more for myself than just a mattress on the floor. It isn't much but it is a start. I tip toe over to one of my suitcases and unzip it, revealing all the necessary items to make myself presentable for the day. I grab my shampoo and conditioner, an off white pleated dress that came down to just above my knees and appropriate attire for underneath, along with my make up bag. I swiftly set everything up I needed in their appropriate areas of the bathroom and turn of the faucet for the water, directing the flow for the shower head above me. I reach my hand out and feel the temperature and pull back immediately, covering my dry hand over my mouth to prevent any scream that might release. The water was freezing cold and I pray that I didn't have to take a cold shower.

I turn the hot water knob as far as it would go and I undress praying that it warms up soon. I have a schedule to keep to and it won't be sabotaged by a shitty water heater down under the house. I wait a few minutes and test the water again only to have displeasing results. The water probably only heated up to room level temperature. I mentally cussed the piece of plumbing in my head as I step in. I make the shower as quick as possible, about fifteen minutes and counting. I quickly dry myself off and hastily get dressed. I probably spend more time in front of the mirror than I actually do getting dressed. Today is the only day that I will put as much effort in. I tell myself that but I know it's a lie.

I know that tomorrow I will be doing the same thing all over except my outfit will be the school uniform. I pull my damp hair back into a tight bun and tie my hair tie around it, keeping the bun in place. I make sure that I am giving off the vibe professional and maybe classy... but mostly professional. When I finally finish I gather my things and head back to my room, throwing a black blazer over my dress and stockings before I place my feet in my flats. I take a look at the time and I am quite pleased with myself, seeing as I am right on time per my schedule. I head down the hallway towards the kitchen after turning off my lights and grabbing my over the shoulder bag. I look around to sadly see that there currently are no groceries in the house. I stand there thinking for a good minute on what to do.