Lara’s POV
Jamie and I ended up bringing the girl home, I’ve never caught her name. But Harry was pissed because of what Zayn did. Everyone was, but Harry was just like a grenade. If Zayn would have tried to talk to him or anything, Harry would start to explode with a billion words. It was interesting to watch.
Jamie and I are home now, away from the frat house. She won’t tell me what’s going on between her and Louis. I think they might have kissed when everyone left the fire pit to see what the commotion between Harry and Zayn was. The world may never know what they did, maybe it’s best I don’t know.
Today I have school. I’m kind of dreading it because of Zayn. I mean seriously, I’ve seen his parts now, I’ve seen what he hides from our school now too. So today could either be bad for him or bad for me.
I’m in the middle of History class and my phone starts to go off. 1.Why is someone calling me on a school day? 2. I’m going to get in trouble 3. People are looking at me.
“Lara, is that your phone?” My teacher asks me. Now, should I lie, so I can go out in the hall and answer? Or just leave it alone? Decisions, Decisions.
“Yes, Mr. Hunter. It’s my mom, can I go answer it?” So the lie begins. Honestly, I have no clue who is calling me. It says ‘MG ;)’. I mean, what the hell does that mean?
“Oh! Yes, Sweetie. You may go answer it. It could be important.”
“Thanks.” I say and literally jump up, out of my seat, and run into the hall before it goes to voicemail.
“Hello?” I answer the phone call.
No one is answering. All I hear is ruffling and all the muffling, crappy sound. Who in the world is this? What could MG stand for? And who was able to get my phone and put their number in?
That’s when I hear it. I hear a moan. A loud moan to be exact. It almost sounded like the girl Zayn was with the other night….It can’t be her. It has to be someone else. Maybe it’s Zayn fucking another girl?
“Zayn?” I question, but only to get another moan in response.
“Look whoever this is, you better answer me now, or I’m hanging up.” I sternly say. I am not up for this shit. It goes silent on the other end, like the person hung up. But then, they finally speak up, right before I was about to hang up.
“Wait….Lara….” I know this voice. It’s very husky and rough. Could it be the brown curly haired, emerald eyed, mysterious guy? I think so.
“Harry?” I basically whisper into my phone.
“Yes.”
“What do you want, Harry?”
“You to come outside your school.”
“I can’t just do that.”
“Yes you can. I’ve already called the school office and told them it’s a family emergency.”
“Harry….”
“Come out. Now.”
“Fine.” I say and hang up.
I go back into History and tell Mr. Hunter I have to go, he says the office already called him.
I head to my locker and get the things I know I need for possible homeowork, and go to the office. They let me out, and there’s Harry sitting there on a motorcycle. I repeat, he’s sitting on a motorcycle. A MOTORCYCLE. I’ve never been on one, and there’s no way I’m starting to now.
“Hey, Lara.” Harry says to me as I was just staring at him, and the motorcycle. God, how do people ride those things?
“Harry, I’m not getting on that…that..that thing!”
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Unknown Letters (A Harry Styles FanFiction)
FanfictionLara Rufus doesn't have a lot of friends. Her sister and her always fight. There's really no civil conversations, so why not write? Lara starts writing letters to a random address, she thought in her head. Little did she know, it was a real place. W...
