Stay high (harry styles)

Chapter 3

~Ebony~

Harry just slightly nodded when i introduced my self , with that i just turned my attention to my hands once again. an awkward silence took over us both , not knowing what to say next. He's so different , but im fighting with myself on deciding whether hes a good different or a bad different. we were supposed to find out about each other but i didnt want harry to know me . or my personal life or anything about me or what kind of person i am , i want to hide myself away from everyone else and keep to myself , because the best company and friend is your self, you know you and you cant be alone if your with your self- apart from my 3 dedicated friends : Luke , stella and Hadley. Luke has a light brown quiff cut hair and puppy-like big brown eyes. Luke is quite muscular and tall and is on the school's basketball team. stella has beach blonde wavy hair that drops past her shoulders , she is quite short and bubbly , then there is Hadley , she is my best friend. i love her an she understands me more than anyone. she has big soft brown curls dip dyed blonde at the ends, she has captivating blue eyes and is also quite short. these three people are the reason im still living , if i didt have them , i wouldnt see the point of living...

I was snapped out of my thoughts when harry cleared his throat beside me. i glanced up towards him and he was already staring at me. We made eye contact for a brief second before he looked at the ground.

" Umm , should i start asking you questions first or...."

Harry trailed off with a deep voice and looked at me once again

"Sure , whatever" i replied bluntly , i really hated this , why does he have to know my personal life ?

" Okayy ... ermm do you have any siblings ? " He asked me. what a stupid question. who cares if you have siblings ? i cant believe im actually putting up with this.

" Yes , a 4 year old sister"

"Arww , whats your mom and dad called?" and there it was , he hit a touchy subject, and i was ready to break down but i knew that would only cause a scene. The feeling of disgust hit me when he spoke of my mom and dad. im ashamed to be related to them and im too embarrassed to let harry know about them.

" My mom was called katerina and my dad is called mark."

"Oh cool , so - wait 'was' , what happened to your mom?" Erghhh why did harry have to be so nosey , i knew he would ask that question one way or another and i wasnt ready to tell harry the truth. i know he would be like any other and look at me differently, like im crap on the floor , i thought about lying to him , tell him she died in a crash or something but what help would that do - just make me feel even more disappointed at the fact i can't tell him the truth - i just snapped " CAN we please just stop talking about it , change the question"i spat and glared at him , i could tell he was only trying to be nice but he was being nosey and stuff and it was getting on my nerves like hell.

" Jesus , i was only asking , no need to snap babe." he held his hands in up in surrender and winked when he called me babe , errghhhh . Hes no cheeky qnd obnoxious , smirking like an idiot.

"Dont call me that!" i was talking through gritted teeth now and he was getting on my nerves

"Call you what ? Babe ? I like it , dont you baaabbbbeeee" he emphasised the babe at the end just to aggravate me more . i let out a frustrated huff and decided on asking him a question

" Okayy then harry , whats your mom called , do you have any siblings ?"

"My mom is called Anne and I have an older sister called gemma"

"What about your dad ?"

As soon as those words left my mouth i knew i had also hit a touchy subject. anger and pain laced his face and his eyes were now a darker shade of green.

" I dont wanna talk about it " he now was getting annoyed and i couldnt help but let a smirk appear on my face.

" Why ? what happened?" i mocked him , i knew he was getting angry , and i kind of enjoyed taking controll ,

" I said i DIDNT want to talk about it !!!" He was looking me in the eyes now and i could see he was hurt by something to do with his dad. but he was so bipolar in how he went from flirty to angry. Just like me i suppose. i couldnt help but recognise that similarity between me and harry. we are both so different and difficult people.it was so confusing and this only intrigued me more.

" Okay , any way i think we should work together after school?" harry suggested trying to lighten the mood after his little outburst , it kind of took me aback.

" Yeah fine" the bell then went for next period and i was relieved that i could get away from harry for a bit.

"So your place or-"

" Your place ! not mine" i cut him off quick , i couldnt let him in my house . my dad was probably storing drugs in every cupboard. And harry would definitely hate me and think differently about mey" Err okayy then . my place , after school , wait by the front gates"

" Whatever" i replied and walked away , i really didnt want to do this but , at least i could get away from my dad for abit . tonight should be ..... interesting ........