A Triangle of Young Love (A Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 1 "The Betrayal"

"Ok, ok not a big deal, its not a big deal" I thought as my best friend came striding down the aisle of the bus and smiling his adorable cheeky smile, showing off his adorable dimples and two rows of pearly whites.

"Hey (y/n)!" he exclaimed while setting his books at his feet and hugging me. "Hey Haz." I said beaming at him. Harry has a very cheeky and flirty personality, the most amazing megawatt smile with adorable dimples, the most beautiful dark brown mop of curly hair that perfectly fames his beautiful face, and his eyes... oh I could go on about how beautiful his bright green eyes are.

As for me, well... I'm not a much of a looker (even though Harry is always telling me otherwise) with medium length light brown hair and bangs, my hazel eyes and my slightly curvy body. I always wear the same old baggy sweaters, big clunky shoes and jeans.

                              (a little while later)

At lunch, I made my way to the cafeteria, where Harry and I always eat. After a few minutes of raking the sea of students for him, I found him... snogging a pretty blonde girl in a very low-cut silvery grey tank top and short denim skirt. Seeing that made me want to go onto the floor and die. As I felt my world crashing down on me, I realized that Harry never loved me at all... he loved Brittany, the beautiful yet terribly bitchy daughter of the school principal.

Before Harry - well everyone - could see me cry, I bolted to the girl's room and locked myself in a stall. After slamming the stall door shut, I slowly sunk down to the floor curled up into a ball and cried my heart out.
                              (45 minutes later)

After crying for what felt like forever, I picked myself up off the floor, unlocked the door and left the bathroom, and made my way to the last class of the day, science. Harry smiled when he saw me but I just turned away. I didn't want him to see the redness and puffiness of my eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked his eyes full of gentle concern. "Oh, I don't know, Harry... I maaayyyy have seen you snogging Brittany!" I exclaimed sarcastically. "What's it to you?!" he asked angrily. "If you're going to get pissed about something I do with someone I love then I don't see how I'm still friends with you!" he hissed, his nostrils flaring and his usually bright green eyes dark and solid.

Those last few words couldn't have been more clear... he hated me. Right at the bell, I darted away from him, tears freash in my eyes.

What did I do to deserve this?