Hello!! Im writing another fanfiction... finally... I hope you enjoy!
This is also slightly based on the movie Heathers because I'm OBSESSED.
~Hailey~
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"Harry! You're going to be late for school!"
Harry woke up from his slumber, annoyed and so not ready to face high school.
Senior year Harry thought.
He got dressed in a blue button-up shirt, black skinny jeans, and his signature black boots. He looked in the mirror and decided to just leave his hair down.
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"Harry!" his mother called his name once again.
"I'm coming, I'm coming" He replied, grabbing his bag and headed downstairs, taking a banana as he headed out the door.
"Love you mum!" Harry shouted before he left and began his walk to hell.
Once he got their he immediately saw a crowd of seniors , noticing a few. Luke Hemmings, Harry's best friend standing at the back, being pushed and pulled behind others. He saw Calum Hood, Quarterback of the football team, standing on the sidelines with his best friend and Linebacker, Michael Clifford, snickering and punching each other.
That must mean one thing Harry thought, rolling his eyes as he pushed through the crowd to see none other than his three "friends" basking in their own glory.
Niall Horan was on the left, wearing a yellow shirt black skinny jeans, and some sunglasses. His blue eyes and handsome looks could seduce anyone. Some people think he had some plastic surgery because his father is loaded and loves to spoil him. Either that or Niall just has a way with his words to get his dad to give him some cash.
On the right was Liam Payne. Wearing all black with a green flannel tied around his waist, he looked stronger, and a little more handsome than Niall. Even though Liam loved to party and break the rules, he also shared a love for books and read them whenever he could, without his friends seeing, of course.
Finally, in the center, stood Zayn Malik. He was the king of Westerburg High. He was the most popular guy in school, and by far the hottest. Everybody could admit that Zayn Malik was a god. He had this mysterious look to him that could make any girl swoon. As always, he was wearing a red shirt and black skinny jeans, and he was standing next to his red motorcycle. Compared to his friends, they were nothing on him.
Zayn looked at Harry's direction and smiled.
"Hazza!" He exclaimed, pulling him to the middle of the circle with the rest of them and pushed Liam aside to place Harry right next to him. "Haven't you glowed up since Junior year?!"
Harry put on a fake smile as the bell rung and people started to file in the school. As each minute went by, Harry realized that he won't be with his "friends" anymore, and that made him relieved. He couldn't last another year with them.
*****
The lunch bell rang and everyone ran to the cafeteria, starving. Harry sat on the steps to the second floor, writing in his journal.
Dear Journal,
Zayn told me he teaches people Real Life. He said Real Life sucks Losers dry. If you want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly. I said so you teach people how to spread their wings and fly. He said Yes. I said You're Beautiful.
He was cut of by Niall running up to him, Liam following close behind.
"Jesus, C'mon Harry! Stop writing in your diary, Zayn wants you in the caf ASAP"
"It's not a di-"
"I wish I cared, c'mon"
Niall dragged Harry into the cafeteria and he was met face-to-face with none other than the King himself.
"Ugh, Finally." Zayn stated. "Since you're so good with handwriting, I want you to forge a love letter to Luke Hemmings from Calum Hood himself."
"But I have nothing against Luke" Harry replied.
"And you have nothing for him either... Now you need something to right on, Liam bend over!" Zayn commanded
"That's a little gay" Liam stated.
"And so are you, now bend" Zayn retorted.
Liam rolled his eyes, putting his book down and bent over. Harry gently took the paper from Zayn's hand and took out his pen, ready to write down whatever he said.
"I want you to write.." Zayn hesitated, thinking it over. "Aha! I want you to say 'Dear Luke, you're so sweet. I'm sorry I forgot about you after Kindergarten, so I'm inviting you to my house party! It's gonna be so totally awesome, I hope I see you. Love, Calum' Ooh and make sure to put some x's and o's at the end" He ranted on as Harry finished the note, handing it to Niall, who secretly placed it in Luke's lunch tray.
Harry turned around, he could never look at Luke the same after he did that. While he was calming down, he saw someone staring at him in the corner of his eye. When he looked up, he saw an unfamiliar face look at him disapprovingly, shaking his head. Harry shrugged with a sad look to him, that soon turned into shock as Niall grabbed him by the shoulders, turning him around.
"He's gonna read it!" Niall exclaimed.
Zayn, Liam, Niall, and Harry all watched as Luke Hemmings opened the note. He smiled and silently squealed as the three boys behind Harry bursted into laughter. Luke looked up and ran towards Harry, shoving the note into his face.
"Harry, Calum invited me to his house party! Isn't that great?!" Luke squealed.
"Yeah.. that's great." Harry replied, feeling uneasy.
Harry heard a scoff behind him and the next thing he knows he's being dragged to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, he saw the three boys who are going to humiliate Luke once he finds out the letter wasn't from Calum. Harry slumped against the wall, breathing out a sigh that he hadn't noticed he was holding in. Zayn and Niall were looking in the mirror, checking themselves out and trying to fix their hair, while Liam was throwing up in the toilets.
"Ugh Liam, bulimia is so '16" Zayn scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Color me nauseous" Niall nodded.
Annoyed, Harry starts towards the door, but Zayn stops him.
"And where are you going?"
"I, am going to leave" Harry said, starting towards the door again but Zayn blocked his way.
"You wanted to be a member of the most popular clique in school. If I wasn't already the head of it, I'd want the same thing." Zayn looked into Harry's eyes. "You used to have a sense of humor."
"Used to" Harry repeated, pushing through the door and back into the cafeteria, his eyes meeting the mysterious new student as he became intrigued. Niall saw Harry and looked at the new kid.
"His name is Louis Tomlinson, he's in my American History."
