Harry's Point of View
I had hung around the campus after school was let out for a couple more hours, before getting kicked out by the custodian. Gritting my teeth, I walk through the door of the place I dreaded to go. Home. As I open the door, the smell of warm bread wafts through my nostrils.
Great, Mom's probably making deserts to win me over.
"Harry? How was your first day at school? Were the people there nice?" Anne calls, walking in to greet me. I meet her with a grunt before storming upstairs. I slam the door to my room, and plop down on my new bed. It squeaks as my back makes contact. The sound makes me flinch. Just then, the door creaks open, to reveal Gemma.
"What Gemma?" I groan, muffling my face with a pillow. Muttering a few curse words, she walks over and rips the pillow from my grasp.
"Could you at least try and act like you're enjoying it here?"
"Nope," I say, popping the 'P'.
"Can't you see that she's trying to reach out to you," Gemma sighs, taking sanctuary on my bed. I sit up, feeling the familiar irritation when she pestered me.
"I don't give a damn. And you know very well that the only we moved here was because of Jerry. Or should I say that guy she's trying to replace with Dad. Gem, she doesn't even have a job here. What did she do today huh? Bake me cookies and bread, thinking that that would make it all better?" I demand, tossing my hands heavenward.
"She's trying to deal with Dad leaving us, just like you're trying to deal with us moving here. And you're being very childish about it all! I know you're mad at her, but please, don't make this harder. Mum's always been there for us. She was there when you were going through your anger issues. She there when I had to stay up all night studying for tests, she was there Harry. Through it all. Now we have to do the same for her. Understand?"
"I don't want to talk about it anymore Gem. She made us move here because of some stupid guy, who will probably leave her. I hate the guy's she dates. I hate that she made us move here. I hate here. I hate it all," I spat.
Gemma rolls her eyes, "Not all guys are bad. Someday, you'll learn to forgive the both of them. In the mean time, make some new friends, do something. You can't stay mad forever." With that, my big sister exits my room, shutting the door in the process. I arch my tight back, hearing a couple 'pops'. A jumble of thoughts race through my mind as I try and catch a hold of them.
Today sucked. Well maybe not all of it, I shrug to myself. I think back to those eyes that I had stared into, earlier today. A beautiful caramel brown. Girls had always been my source of distraction. And I never had a problem with getting a girl. Usually it was, "Hello, I'm Harry, what's yours?" And BAM, she was wrapped around my finger. But the way, Veronica, or Ronnie, had rejected me, sparked something. Something that I'd been missing for awhile.
The game.
And I was ready to play.
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Veronica's Point of View
"What do you mean you can't?" Eleanor moans, pulling on my jacket. "It's going to be fun!"
"Why? You know very well, that I suck at dates. They're awkward and boring. And the fact that this is a blind date makes it ten times worse."
"Ok now you're just trying to come up with excuses," she complains.
"Am not," I mutter, shoving a textbook into my bag.
"Please? Do it for me. Louis and I are still at that awkward stage in our relationship. If you came along, there wouldn't be any awkwardness. I really like him Ron, please just do this for me?" she begs, giving me the puppy dog eyes.
"Fine," I groan, causing her to shriek in delight. "Who's the guy?"
"Um, he's new here. I forget his name," she trails off in ponder. A feeling of dread pricks at my gut. And it wasn't because of the wretched cafeteria food.
I close my eyes, hoping that my worst fears weren't valid.
"Harry Styles?" I guess miserably. Of course it was him. There wasn't any other new guy.
"Yes!" she cries, smacking her head. "How could I forget? Do you know him?" Of course, my worst fears are confirmed.
"You could say that. Look El, I don't know. Can Louis bring any other guy?" Now I'm the one complaining.
"Ron! You already agreed. It's just one night. Plus, the boy's new here. He's probably very shy and needs someone to reach out to him."
"I doubt that," I mumble, remembering the euphoric feeling of his body pressed against mine. Never, in my life, had I seen so much intensity injected into one stare. I try and fathom how someone that beautiful could be real. The curves of his face seemed to leave imprints in my nerves. Harry had that bad boy vibe, that made every girl swoon. But me. Despite his looks, the idea of going on a date with him made my hands feel clammy. The aggression that he had shown yesterday frightened me. I start to pray for the flu, or some reason to cancel.
But looking to El, I knew how much Louis meant to her. And she meant a lot to me. After all, we had been friends since Kindergarten. She was always the one to do my hair, or give me those pep talks that a best friend was meant to do. I had to do this for Eleanor.
